An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
My old white dad just explained to me why he opposes Roe v. Wade because of Dred Scott while referring to the “War of Northern Aggression.”
He’s got his racism and sexism tied up in a complicated bow. Continue reading “And That’s a Wrap on Having a Father”
“You know, people my age, when we think of Christmas songs, we mainly think of Jingle Bells.” — my nine-year-old, apparently speaking for her generation
All the political parties should agree to only run women candidates for president next time around.
I feel like I’m trapped in the climactic scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark but also surrounded by Weeping Angels. Close your eyes. Don’t blink. Continue reading “Tidbits from a Time of Survival”
My betta fish is happy. It’s a warm day, so he’s jumping and darting about his tank. Full of energy; full of joy; swimming and being a fish.
This is what pets are for — to be small and cared for, concerned with controllable, fixable things — like whether the house is warm today.
It gives me someone in my life whose world I can make perfect and joyous, just by doing something simple like turning up the heat.
I feel like I’ve been told that no matter what I do, no matter how much I succeed, if some man wants to take it away from me, he can.
Took the three-year-old to the doctor for a spider bite. He got a Spider-Man sticker and has proudly placed it over his spider bite.
Ghost-busted my way through a corn maze this morning and eviscerated pumpkins to the chilling strains of Phantom of the Opera this evening.
I dreamed that my mother and my publisher were arguing about the exact extent to which my college degree was useless.
I’ve finally settled on a main character for my NaNoWriMo novel — Witch-Hazel the Squirrel — with two days to spare!
Spent the evening at a long table of writers, sharing treats, listening to stories, & reading a story of my own, all while dressed as a Ghostbuster.