Between a rider and a horse, the rider doesn’t have to think of the horse, but the horse probably spends an awful lot of time thinking about the rider. Sometimes I felt that way about Japan; I spent quite a lot of time thinking about it, but doubt it spent more than a moment considering… Continue reading Japan Memoir Part 2: Streets that Live
A few weeks ago, Husband decided to grow some herbs. He went about this in his usual fashion, where he said, “I’m going to grow herbs in our apartment!” and I said “No” and he did it anyway. Before I knew it, five little pots arrived in the mail, pastel-colored in concession to my decorating… Continue reading My Husband Is the Plant Whisperer
I spent most of today trying to write a blog post that wasn’t about my book. It didn’t work for a variety of reasons, starting with “how can I write when I’m feeling queasy from nerves” and ending with “not thinking about my book means I just think about it double.” Have I mentioned I… Continue reading My Life Is a Cosmic Joke
Recently I’ve begun to work out, and I’m sure that you can spot that this is a comedy post from a mile out. Let’s go with it. Recently I’ve begun working out. This decision was reached after I ran up our apartment stairs and found myself out of breath at the top. Now, I live… Continue reading Tripping Over the Sofa With Aplomb
I read an article online this week that hit home for me. It’s about chemicals in the Ohio River and attached aquifers, and the cover-up that the chemical company DuPont has put into it. The politics aren’t why you should read it (though they are as fascinating as they are heartbreaking) but rather the way… Continue reading Down To The River And Pray
Back in university, my friends and I decided to put together an online role-playing group, because we were that type of nerd. It would be steampunk-themed, some sort of supernatural detective agency. I forget the rest of the details anymore, but it seemed like a fun idea. Everyone else was creating doppelgangers of themselves, but I… Continue reading I Am Not My Characters
As you can probably guess from the title up there, I can’t spell. Like, I can’t. I’m awful at it. If it weren’t for the wonders of spellcheck, this post would be riddled with various errors that I would never, ever notice. You’d be amazed how many people have tried to call me a moron… Continue reading My Inability to Spell Doesn’t Mean I’m Stupid
Three years ago, I was preparing for a similar trip to the one I’m making today: flying to Scotland to visit Husband’s family for Christmas. The first time I did this, of course, he was not yet Husband, he was The Last Boyfriend, and we were both living and teaching in Japan. For our first… Continue reading I’m Going On a (Christmas) Adventure!
The lovely thing about working from home is that Christmas has not yet begun for me. Yes, you heard me right. It’s the middle of December, and it’s not yet Christmas.
When was the last time you saw real fear on someone’s face? How about pain? Shock? Rage-fueled fury? I’m not talking movies here, either, no, I mean real people displaying real emotions. When is the last time you saw something utterly raw? I see it plenty. See, I’m an MMA fan. MMA stands for mixed… Continue reading Blood Sports For the Gentle Soul