With a life jacket, a squeaky rubber fish, and lots of love, any dog can learn to swim. Making friends is an important part of growing up. Donkeys can be your friends. There are many dogs in the world, but there’s no one exactly like you.
I promised you wildflowers…
…so there will be wildflowers. Dulcinea is finally old enough to conquer a mountain or two, so we did some weekend hiking this summer. First up in our summer hiking recap, Dulcinea is surrounded by beautiful wildflowers: With Dulcie at Lost Lake, via the Hesse Trail. A clearing near Kenosha Pass, at 10,000 feet. Dulcinea […]
Robin’s Egg Blues
It’s been a remarkable summer. I haven’t been blogging, and I don’t feel guilty at all. Why not? Perhaps because I’ve written 20,000 words in the last month and a half. It’s been fun, pure and simple. People say writing is a torment, an agony. Not true. Sometimes, trying to give voice to what’s in […]
Wiscon 37 Convention Report
So, I’m back from Wiscon 37! What is Wiscon? It’s the World’s Leading Feminist Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention, for one thing. It’s also the place where writers and scholars and SF/F fans get to talk about ideas and books that they love. Every time I go to Wiscon, I come home with a huge list […]
Stories, Steampunk and Surreal
For a long time, I’ve been meaning to read Karen Russell’s short story collection St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves. But somehow, every time I reached for it, a novel of some sort got in my way. I love short fiction, but it seems I have to be in a certain mood to […]
A Blizzard in May
So, this happened on May Day. Snow, glorious snow. Since we’re still running a drought deficit here in Colorado, every flake is very welcome. The birds are a bit frantic, though, and my pastel tulips are pounding on the door, screaming to be let in. Dulcinea loves the snow, but she’s also enjoying the succulents […]
Sargasso, no tassel
Is it just me, or has April raced away without even stopping to say hello? There are so many things I’ve meant to do this month, and they are still not done: short stories I need to finish, proposals I need to draft, a synopsis that’s not quite right. When you’re faced with tasks that […]
The Cruelest Month
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. The Waste Land is not an easy poem to teach, but I’ve always liked teaching it anyway. There’s so much to contend with, even in that overly familiar opening stanza. I love that phrase–“forgetful snow.” We got 12 inches […]