When I was a kid I loved school. LOVED it. On the last day of first grade, when the rest of the kids in town were rejoicing, I cried in the car on the way home. And when I say “cried,” I don’t mean just a few tears; I mean great, wracking sobs. I was… Read More Model Student
The new issue of Mosaic Minds went live last night, and it’s jam-packed with terrific stuff! I contributed quite a bit this time, including two feature articles, craft, book, and recipe columns, and an excerpt from my novel in progress. (Why does it sound so phony and pretentious to say that I have a novel… Read More Extra, extra!
Sunrise: 9:38 Sunset: 13:27 I made a quick trip to town late this morning, and on my way home I was driving into the sunset, though it was only just past noon. As I type this it’s 3:30 in the afternoon and it’s been pitch dark outside for an hour or so. These last weeks… Read More Winter Time
My god, we had the most horrible night last night! Between Olof and me we were up and down with one kid or another at least a half-dozen time. Petra slept like a champ, like she always does, but Tage and Lydia put us through the wringer. Tage’s afflictions were of the sickness and bed-wetting… Read More Is hypochondria contagious?
As I’ve mentioned before, I buy a lot things–mostly kids’ clothes and porcelain–at the Swedish auction site, Tradera. In this morning’s mail I got a package that should have contained a little Mitterteich cream pitcher, but instead was full of shards. Eleven shards, to be exact. Usually when people send things like that they pack… Read More In Which I Make a Sexist Generalization
Last night when I took the dogs outside they were both sniffing around the porch and front yard like crazy and Asbjørn was even trying to crawl underneath the porch, so I figured there was some “intruder” around that was getting them stirred up. That must have been in the back of my mind when… Read More Long Way from Home
Lydia’s all het up these days about those godawful furry boots that are in fashion this winter. It would seem that everybody she knows has a pair and it’s just so unfair that she’s been made to do without. I have refused to buy them for her because I don’t think they’re very practical for… Read More “Even Old Ladies Have Fancy Shoes.”