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How to Live an Amazing, Ordinary Life

I’m starting to feel like we’re in an abusive relationship. I draw you in, then I’m unresponsive and withholding. Finally, I return, begging forgiveness and you take me back (or, I hope you do).  It’s getting icky. So, let’s just

Posted in Beyonce, Dreams, life, literary life, the good life, Uncategorized, writing life

Unemployment: A Love Poem

How was my writing week, you ask? Well, in a word, it was fan-freaking-tastic. A partial list of what I got done in my five free days: – I cleaned out the bathroom cabinet and finally threw away those humiliating

Posted in literary life, motherhood, the good life, the MIster, unemployment

Quesadillas, the Solar System, and Michael Jackson

My dad and brother are in town and we are out in West Marin living the good life (there are oysters and wine and Cowgirl Creamery cheeses in our future so I am happy). Whenever my dad is out, he

Posted in kids scripts, the good life, Tomales Bay

I don’t mean to whine, but IKEA only serves Pepsi

I’ve been kind of down in the dumps lately (I know, just what people want to read about after a long day in the trenches, but bear with me).  It’s hard to explain why, but it has to do with

Posted in home, literary life, Sunset, the good life, writing life

At least it’s not Hannah Montana

Today I took the kids to exchange a few duplicate birthday gifts.  It was their first foray into a toy store.  Deprived, I know, but I try to keep episodes of sobbing materialism to a minimum.   The agreement was

Posted in a thing I like, literary life, Oliver and Maggie, the good life

Anatomy of a good day

Today’s a good day so I thought I’d maybe spend a little time boasting.  It’s not often I’m feeling so Julie Andrews about things.  Soon it will be all whining and complaining again. So enjoy.I don’t mean to rub it

Posted in Oliver and Maggie, Pt. Reyes Station, the good life

Thankful for everything, really

Save your fork, there’s pie! So, I totally get why ladies of a certain type like to go away to spas and other quiet places where fluffy towels are provided and the only noise is the soothing tinkling of new

Posted in motherhood, Oliver and Maggie, Thanksgiving, the good life