Monday, July 27, 2015

Running Quiz #halfbyhalf


My Jawbone Up band died. I am quite vexed. I faithfully wore my band and built my team, even tracked my water intake and my diet for about a year. Until the day I lost my proprietary dongle.

Proprietary dongles are the WORST kinds of dongles.

I went into withdrawl of not constantly checking my movement, sleep patterns and cheering on my friends. But then—yes!—dongle recovered. I charged up and got tracking again.

Friday, July 24, 2015

The Wikkeling

10yo: Mom, did you ever read us to sleep?
Me: I used to read to you every night.
I did. And so did Daddy. For years, every night at bedtime, three or four books, always topping it off with Goodnight, Moon. It was our thing. A cherished time that they'd surely remember forever.

You know. Or not.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Deep Cuts

I love listening to music with my kids. It reminds me of being a kid, of listening to all the music in my household crammed with people. The country music of my parents, hard rock of my brother, Top 40 filling the gaps.

As a preschooler, I sang along. Think "Kiss an Angel Good Morning" and "Delta Dawn" sung by a precocious, tow-headed four year old. That classic country has remained a part of my backbone, but I quickly branched out to favor rock. I remember when I was in Kindergarten, my next door neighbor Shawn went to see KISS with his parents. He claimed to have been spit on by Gene Simmons, though I have to question the validity of that claim. I never saw KISS (not until 20 years later, anyway), but at a tender age, my best parlor trick was being able to discern between the music of Black Sabbath and Judas Priest when my brother played the songs.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Say Anything. Write Everything.

I'm freaking out a little bit. I agreed to speak at a bloggers conference later this summer about writing, and that little (read: big, booming, impossible to ignore) critical voice inside of me wants to know what makes me so qualified to do so?

I'm not a best-selling novelist, memoirist or any other legitimate -ist variation. But I do know what works. I know what makes good writing, writing that compels a person to turn the page, click "read more," and invest their time in your words.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Doughnutgate

The struggle is real.
The summer of 2015 will be remembered (for a few minutes) as the summer of Doughnutgate, starring Ariana Grande and her doughnut-licking, anti-American rhetoric. I couldn't help but paraphrase Ms. Grande with a new earworm, "... I got one more, one more problem..."

I get it; donuts are really tasty. When faced with trays of doughnuts, I might be so inclined to lean in... give them a sniff... maybe lick the frosting just a little bit.

Not really. I am not that person. I endeavor only to lick doughnuts that belong to me. But I digress; back to the matter at hand.