If you’re like me and have already done most of your gift shopping, you can think about this as a great gift idea for next year, but I saw Caroline Kennedy on Tim Russert‘s show the other day and just had to recommend her book, A Family Christmas. If the name Caroline Kennedy doesn’t ring a bell, you have big, wide gaping holes in your knowledge of American history. Go do some Googling. She’s the daughter of John F. Kennedy,…
I forget sometimes that I have this thing, this blog, and sometimes I’m just too lazy to start writing anything. My computer is in a cold and lonely place, and I’m far too comfortable snacking on ginger snaps in my warm bed with my yarn and my crochet needle, my TV remote, or my e-book reader. And when I do come down and work at the computer, I stick with e-mail, work, and for some strange reason, Facebook movie reviews—I…
…in a grain of sand way. Among the many things about which H.E. likes to tease me, like my obsessive compulsiveness, my absentminded way with words, and my too-typical addiction to Heroes, is my own desire to save the world. That’s right. Mother Earth. Like Al Gore, I was a big believer in global warming long before it became mainstream. I was writing my own science fiction and fantasy about the subject when I was 12 years old, for crying…
To those celebrating this holiday, I wish you the best. Every year on this day I give thanks, even when my car breaks down 75 miles from home. The truth is, it’s ridiculously easy; I have so much to be thankful for, and this year has only gotten better. For one thing, I have a car that works now. I love where I live. I love my job. I love those who live with me, and they both absolutely adore…
Grumble. What a day! I’m behind in my work, so I attacked my to do list like a woman on a mission and found that I absolutely needed my binder full of archive CDs. …which of course was hidden in one of my many boxes still unpacked, gloriously surrounded by various other unpacked items owned by H.E.—heavy, unorganized items, mind you, which always freaks out my OCD sensibilities when I cast an eye over them. I knew it had to…