This dissertation chapter is going so slowly. I worked for three hours tonight and got . . . 1 page written. I was trying for 2, but that didn’t work out. You know you’re in trouble when you’re leafing through Aristotle randomly and then ordering books you just might need from Abebooks. Sigh. I know…

First, a conversation: Mr. Geeky and I are discussing the debate among Casey, Sandals, and Pennacchio. I start babbling on about how Casey made some disturbing statements about abortion. Geeky Boy: Do we like Bob Casey?Me: No, we don’t.Geeky Boy: Why not?Me: Because he’s pro-life.Mr. Geeky: Well, he’s not really pro-life; he’s anti-woman.Geeky Boy: That’s…

This is my ex-boyfriend from high school. Really, really small world. Please consider donating to my efforts in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Cure

I have returned to the comfort of my own small nuclear family, having spent several days under difficult circumstances with a large extended family including an even larger community of church friends, high school classmates, former work colleagues and much more. I knew very few of these people at all. In traveling to Mr. Geeky’s…

I will have lots to say when I officially return, but I had to check in with a few blogs and my own–needed to be with my people so to speak. I’m trying to decide what I want to blog and what should not be blogged. This is not *my* family after all. I’ve found…

We’re on the road with our free internets. It’s been an uneventful trip so far. And now we are watching bad cartoons. Sigh. I was thinking about this sonnet, so I thought I’d post it. It’s one of my favorites. That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few,…

Last night, quite unexpectedly, my mother-in-law died. She had been in the hospital for some surgery and never quite recovered. All day yesterday, she went back and forth and then her condition deteriorated. A few hours after she was moved to intensive care, she died. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother-in-law, really. From…

My brain is either on overload or fried. I hate that all I’ve done around here lately is talk about myself. Bleh. I’m watching what’s going on around me, but I got nothing to say about it. I got two pages written on diss chapter 1, which doesn’t sound like much, but the thing is…

I’m off to work at the coffee shop, but I was perusing my archives to see what I was up to a year ago and ran across this old post about playing with the ghosts of Helen Keller, Bing Crosby, and Laura Ingalls Wilder in my back yard. Enjoy! Please consider donating to my efforts…

I got up late. I’m groggy. I just want to hang out for a while and drink coffee. The kids also seem groggy and cranky. Plus it’s supposed to rain. This is not a good way to start the week. Eventually, I will have consumed enough coffee. I’ll have a bagel or something. And then…