My sister Kerri and I set out on an odyssey to get glasses this afternoon. Who knew it would be such a pain in the butt? I will NEVER go back to that store. I would have walked out early…
Category: Personal Journal
Daily Work: Seeing the Eye Doctor
I had my eye doctor’s appointment today. The verdict was that one of my eyes is nearsighted and one is farsighted. Together, they balance, and I can see just fine. I went to the doctor knowing about the nearsightedness, but…
Depression: When We Talk, Or More Accurately, Now That We Don’t
Apparently I shouldn’t listen to my iPod either… If I had my way I’d be in your town I might not stay but at least I would’ve been around Cause there’s something about what happens when we talk Something about…
Depression: Crying Over PostSecret (Again and Again)
Why do I persist in reading the PostSecret cards each week, when I KNOW that each week something there will make me cry?
Snapshots Column Submitted
I sent off a short piece for the Snapshots column of English Journal today. I dunno if it will get in, but I tried. Since I mention college and it’s from many years ago, I’m not sure how much of…
Brainstorming about Teaching
Need to stop work on the memoir lesson plan that I’ve been restructuring to work on the Snapshots article I set as a goal for this week. The memoir lesson is for an interesting project that ReadWriteThink is part of…
Creating another blog identity
Finally created a second site for a different blog that I want to write. There’s some thinking I need to do about my messy existence that just doesn’t go in this blog, so I created a second one elsewhere, and…
August 9 Writing Projects
I turned in the draft for Chapter 3 on Monday afternoon. It ended up at 45 double-spaced pages, and near the end, I’m sure that I started repeating things. I know that the last list of criteria used the verb…
Magic blog publications?
Is it wrong that I keep my blog in a tab and refresh it periodically to see if I wrote something that I don’t remember?
Composting versus Composing
Why is it that when I’m in the middle of writing, typing furiously, I spell writing writhing and composing composting?