Posts Tagged: blogging
It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!
It has been exactly one year since I started this blog. Wow! A whole year; how did that happen? If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,
It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!
It has been exactly one year since I started this blog. Wow! A whole year; how did that happen? If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,
Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)
I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog! (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and
Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)
I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog! (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and
Written All Over Your Face
Every time I read a book, I do it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author. That
Written All Over Your Face
Every time I read a book, I do it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author. That
The Free Love Blog Award—No Strings Attached!
Fellow blogger Hannah gave me this award for my blog. Hannah, thank you! It will look ab fab on my mantel! The rules of this particular award were as follows: 1. Thank and link to
The Free Love Blog Award—No Strings Attached!
Fellow blogger Hannah gave me this award for my blog. Hannah, thank you! It will look ab fab on my mantel! The rules of this particular award were as follows: 1. Thank and link to
liking crows (7th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
Nobody seems to like crows. The other day, a woman came by to pick up her girl from a play-date. When she heard I was interested in crows, she launched a tirade about how crows were murderers of songbirds and
liking crows (7th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
Nobody seems to like crows. The other day, a woman came by to pick up her girl from a play-date. When she heard I was interested in crows, she launched a tirade about how crows were murderers of songbirds and
dating myself
It seems that personal relationships are getting more and more complicated these days. I hate to date myself, but didn’t things used to be a lot less convoluted? See, I just checked my email and found this note: Anna has
dating myself
It seems that personal relationships are getting more and more complicated these days. I hate to date myself, but didn’t things used to be a lot less convoluted? See, I just checked my email and found this note: Anna has
hangin’ in the closet
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about closets, both literal and metaphorical. Probably because I started a blog. Writing a blog feels like standing on a subway grate with
hangin’ in the closet
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about closets, both literal and metaphorical. Probably because I started a blog. Writing a blog feels like standing on a subway grate with
