So, This Canadian Walks into a Ginormous City…
The ToolMaster and I lay around one evening last week, detailing our physical complaints. There was me with my palpitating heart and my plantar fasciitis — a painful and frustrating foot condition which requires me to wear Crocs. Everywhere. All the time. It also Read More …
Beats: Writing Lessons of the Health-Care Kind
“The kids always know,” I used to advise my patients. “They may not know precisely what is amiss, but they’ll know when something’s wrong. Better to explain it yourself than have them fighting fictional monsters. Or worse, blaming themselves.” No, you folks aren’t Read More …
Writer Unboxed Re-Direct: Oh Noes! We’re Back in School.
How did a month go so fast? Anyway, hope you can join me at Writer Unboxed. We’re following Frank back to a tortuous place for today’s writing discussion: 7 Query Lessons Learned While Warming School Bleachers with My Butt
I’ve Hit the Limit to My Obsessiveness
Many years ago, when Frank was a toddler and we were at loggerheads, I had to scour a different set of parenting books than the ones which had helped me with Molly. I was looking for tips on how to Read More …
The Pong to Her Ping: Neck-Stretcher Part II
The following bawdy poem makes reference to a comment in this post. This one’s for you, Sue and Donna.
Rock-a-Bye Inbox
My dad calls our family the Leaky-Eyed-Scotts, because great emotion — both positive and negative — has the capacity to lubricate our tear ducts. It’s not surprising, therefore, that I cried the first time I saw a baby delivered. I’d seen Read More …
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