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And the winner of the hardcover copy of Ally Condie’s CROSSED is… CHARETTE! I’ve sent her an email to tell her about it, and then I’ll send the copy, and then there’s about to be much rejoicing at the Charette household. — And now, for your reading pleasure, I’d like to give you one of...
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Category Archives: body imageWhat? A week? It’s been a week since my Last Brilliant Post? How does such a thing happen? I’ll tell you how it happens. You just go ahead and live a little of your life and your blogging time diminishes to a little sparkly crystal of preciousness which you hold near your heart and stare... I’ve heard. Rumors, you know. I chose not to believe them. But I saw it today. With my own eyes. Pleated jeans. In the store. On a hanger, facing front, for all the world to see. As if there was no shame in it. Oh, the humanity. — Don’t do it, people. Trust me. I... So I was talking with a person lately. (This is news, right?) And the person has, well, really weird hair. I can’t describe it to you, because I’m not that good a writer. Just kidding. Because I don’t want to offend any more people this week. It’s a goal. Let us just leave it at... (If the proper accent with which to deliver that title doesn’t come directly to mind, never fear. We can still be friends. It just means I’m … old.) Is thirty-seven really that old? My Kids think so. They’re quick to reassure me – “You’re cool, Mom.” But it’s the following eye-roll that sort of negates...  Husband, as you may recall, loves to use his pretty camera to take pretty pictures. But he also loves to do that thing outside. Yeah, outside as in “out of doors” – which is a great idea here in the Frozen Mountaintops from mid-May through October, as long as you have a sweater and a...  Wow. You probably weren’t planning to see THAT this morning. But here it is – a page out of my long-repressed history. I have an uncle – a really wonderful one – who is an historian. (He’d have me put the “an” in there, I bet. So I did.) He is a pro family history... Remember that Husband is awesome? And that he makes my site real pretty-like? He just gave me this new plug-in to reduce Russian pornographers’ spam comments, and now somehow I can’t find my drafts. There were some drafts. Clever drafts. But, alas, now I’m flying from the hip. But I wanted to tell you this... |