Holly had the bright idea to tap some of our maples. I know in theory of course that sap starts running in the spring, and that if you collect maple sap and boil it down, it makes syrup. I’ve visited sugar houses and seen the whole thing happening. But even so, when I saw sap dripping out of my own trees and bubbling into caramel on my own stove, it was the most staggering miracle.
In 1981 my parents split up, and within a year they both came out of the closet. I was ten, my brother five. He’d turn out to be the only straight one among us. Like all families we had other dynamics at work beyond sexuality, which pushed him off to the side, where he grew up the black sheep scape goat, a boy with a keen sensitivity to injustice. Sometimes he calls me from New Mexico late at night, after his wife and baby girl are asleep, because something in the world has gone wrong.
This morning my Roomie was running around and freaking out because the washing machine in our building was "broken". It was actually just a minor snafu (I love that word) because she leaves for Osaka in the morning and didn't want to fly across the Pacific Ocean commando. Since she was already late for work, I fixed the machine and did her laundry for her. This is the weird part; while waiting
May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
The publishing industry moves at glacial speed. So while I wait the requisite four to eight weeks for agents to lay judgment on my work, I have more than a few hours on my hands, hours in which I have to point my obsessive nature in some direction. It’s best when I can get it pointed towards writing and not, say, BigMuscleBear.com. But most of the time I just find trouble.
Riding carousels cannot be done with more verve than by a three year old. Faust park has an old restored one with a fab playground next to it, and historical buildings and barns to walk around. So to say that my daughter who loves horses like a nerd to a hardrive was in heaven!! Besides touring several old barns and her informing us of the usage of stalls and equipment there was something important that occurred to me.
If you could have a meeting with any historical figure (living or dead) who would it be and why? (approximately 250 words)*
So, who? Annie Oakley sounds fun. She taught a 15,000 women to shoot and gave her entire fortune away to charity.
Virginia Woolf, in her Bloomsbury Group heyday. She dressed up as an Abyssinian man and caused an international incident involving the British Navy, which sounds like some hi-jinks right there. Also, everybody in the BG slept with everybody else, or at least the dudes did.
Steinberg, Eden. (Ed). Finding Your Inner Mama: Women Reflect on the Challenges and Rewards of Motherhood. Shambhala Publications: New York, 2007.
"I don't want to watch Cribs, I hate that fucking show"-Boyfriend of the woman running the liquor storeThat show is still on the air? Seriously? I would have thought in this period of austerity that MTV would no longer be producing this most gluttonous of entertainment. Now, don't get me wrong, if you work hard you have every right to do whatever it is you want with your money. But, I reserve the
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