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Once upon a time there was a very young Mommy who had one sweet, beautiful, well-behaved child. (Oh, stop. This is all true.) This happy child loved her Mommy and followed her around, sat still for hair-doing, and went to bed without any fussing. The young Mommy thought, “I must be the best Mommy God...
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Monthly Archives: September 2009So yesterday afternoon while I was mowing the lawn sans iPod, I had brilliant blog-post ideas. They were flowing. Funny ideas, insightful ones, serious and ridiculous ones. Um, gone. This is why real writers keep notebooks or carry cards – like those white index cards. Husband does. Unlined 3x5s are his favorites, and he always... You know me, I’m always full of it – I think somehow that my opinion is relevant. Hm. Well, today, I’m just saying, you might want to try this. Here’s what I just had for lunch: Carrot slices (a real, full-sized carrot, remember? Not baby nonsense) and cucumber slices (salted) and brie on triscuits. Little... Hey there – I’m doing a book signing on Saturday morning (um, did I neglect to mention that earlier? My bad.) I’ll be at the Orem Seagull (Center street and State) from 10:00 till noon. I’d love to see any of y’all who are in the neighborhood. We can talk books and … well, there... I’m feeling all inspired by my bloggy-friend Kim. She is struggling (I was going to say battling, but that sort of implies more physical work than being on bedrest – you know) with troubles in a difficult pregnancy. She’s winning. Baby C is growing. But it’s not easy for Kim, of course. And she’s doing... I staggered into the pantry to grab an orange. That would do it. A glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice would wake me up. After that, everything would feel right. Right hand reached up for the juicer as left hand went for an orange. But instead of lifting out a firm, heavy, juicy orange, my fingers... So this “writing prompts” thing is cool – even if I never see any of it again, it’s helpful. This morning, I used the word wrapped and wrote a couple of things from it. I could do more. Weird, how finding a word that seems so obvious, so specific, can open my eyes to feelings... After shuttling all those cute Kids out the door this morning, I grabbed the pruning shears and went to work on my overgrown shrubs. Sometimes I find myself picking up one branch and carefully, gently, snipping it so the new leaves will grow just so. Other times (most of the time) I hack. Lunge. Chop.... |