Posted in January 2013

an exercise in perspective taking

~ Ed note: I know I promised the Nickelodeon post today. But it turns out that creating it, at least the way that I envision it, is much more labor-intensive than I expected. And since labor-intensive equals time-intensive and time is at a premium in my world, it’s going to have to wait just one … Continue reading

why jet blue rocks, by me

~ All, I wrote the following post yesterday before the HuffPo piece came out. I still want to post it today, because, well, it’s kind of awesome (not the writing, the story), but I just have to take a moment first to tell you something. Come close, would ya? This is big. I have been … Continue reading

waiting

— UPDATED WITH LINK BELOW — ~ Today’s post should, God-willing, be up on the Huffington Post site later today. I submitted it to their editorial staff on Saturday morning. It’s been sitting in the queue ever since. I’m not so good at waiting. I’m even worse at ceding control of my writing. But this … Continue reading

time flies

  ~ On Christmas Day, Brooke read the following, which, as you might remember from THIS, did not surprise her in the least … * Dear Brooke, On January 9th, you and your mama are going to fly on to go visit and her friends at their home in the   We sure hope you … Continue reading

and started anew

It started with an idea. A kid wanting to help a kid. An eleven year-old with a big heart and a big plan. $800 to buy a keyboard for Tuck, to help him pass the time in the hospital while he was fighting that damned Leukemia. An online bake sale to raise the money. That … Continue reading

unabashed mama bragging in 3,2,1 …

~ I have no time to write, as life begins again this morning in earnest. But I have to share this … . ~ That was my girl yesterday. Owning the ice. The place where, in her words, she is free. She asked to participate in a New Year’s Day exhibition. The first since she’s … Continue reading

the whole story

* Last season’s fruit is eaten And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail. For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. ~ T.S. Eliot ~ I knew I had to write something. As manufactured as … Continue reading