Normally my husband and I spend Saturday mornings at the coffeehouse writing and reading. The rest of the day, we typically work on house projects or hang out with friends. Today we did none of those things. We started the day by driving more than an hour west of home to hike though rolling woodlands … Continue reading two atypical saturday outings
Author: angela
thoughts on gaiman’s american gods
I haven't read all things Neil Gaiman but I've read enough to know that I enjoy his storytelling. (Plus, I've harbored a "schoolgirl crush" on him for decades!) His world-building feels real and inventive, and his writing has that touch of humor I enjoy. One of Gaiman's classic works is American Gods which I finally … Continue reading thoughts on gaiman’s american gods
thoughts on haruf’s plainsong
Last month, I finally got around to reading Kent Haruf's novel, Plainsong. I purchased it a few years ago because it was a finalist for the National Book Award. Reading the synopsis, I wondered how so many story threads would weave together to create something like a Gregorian chant. It looked like a quiet novel … Continue reading thoughts on haruf’s plainsong
i never said most of the things i said
"I never said most of the things I said." -Yogi Berra When I feel brave enough and aware enough, I wonder how much of "me" is really me and not the fabrication of me that I cobbled together. It's a fabrication built of social protocol, coping mechanisms, and family history, and it tends to run … Continue reading i never said most of the things i said
the space i write
I dream of being that person working in zen-like surroundings with nary a hair out of place waiting to be photographed in all her perfection. But that person is not me. I write in chaos. The desk where I normally work at home is covered with books, supplies, fabric and patterns, snacks, and paper. Lots … Continue reading the space i write
a few of my favorite things
For today's blog-learnin' exercise, I present a 10-count list of things I like. Disclosure: I really have trouble with this sort of thing. The voice in the back of my head screams, "who gives a shit what you like!" Having had the temerity to type that, it's complaining that I shouldn't reveal its existence, as … Continue reading a few of my favorite things
life in jello
I conceived this blog to write about the crafts and art I work on and to indulge in general commentary and observations. It's supposed to be the kick in the pants I sometimes need to get off dead center on projects. After all, the blank canvas, the unformed block of stone, an uncut piece of … Continue reading life in jello
why i write
I write because I have to. When I miss a day of writing, I feel the grumblings deep within, banging and clanking like the bowels of an old ship retracting its anchor. I become unmoored and drift aimlessly with only the barest of conscious awareness of the world around me. The world and I become … Continue reading why i write
resistance is futile
Some days are harder that others. The resistance feels greater. Obstacles loom larger. Hope is diminished. You can fight it. Maybe get pissed off then mold that surge of angry energy into a sort of jackhammer to break through the metaphoric brick wall. It works sometimes. But sometimes the jackhammer bounces off the wall and … Continue reading resistance is futile
cinco de mayo can suck my lady-balls
For most of my life, Cinco de Mayo barely made a blip in my awareness as anything other than an excuse for people to get drunk on margaritas and nachos. I knew nothing about the origins of the holiday but, thanks to one year of high school Spanish and my love of Mexican food, I … Continue reading cinco de mayo can suck my lady-balls
life in jello 