I went to see The Secret Life of Pets a few days ago, and I’m not saying that Illumination Entertainment/Universal has me under surveillance or reads my blog, but I would like to point out a few things, and you can decide for yourselves. Every year for my husband’s birthday, I make him a Birthday… Read More Malum Leporidae and Imaginary Covert Surveillance
April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain./ Winter kept us warm, covering/ Earth in forgetful snow, feeding/ A little life with dried tubers.” –T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land Well, Eliot certainly had a point about April. I mean I am an… Read More The Cruelest Season
A few days ago, I experienced a miracle. I had a dentist appointment after school (that’s not the miracle) which took me through a heavy traffic area laden with about a million traffic lights: The infamous Highway 66, Winfield Dunn Parkway. It’s been under construction practically since Tennessee became a state and must be the… Read More Miracles Really Do Happen
I didn’t date much in high school, and one of my first dates should have been enough to convince me never to try it again. In fact, it was was so awful that I take the fact that I ever dated again after the experience as proof that I am an optimist. Most of my… Read More Worst. Date. Ever.
It has come to my attention that people are uncomfortable with Me. It’s almost as if they’re embarrassed by Me. You see, the problem only comes up with Me and the addition of someone else. People are happy enough to go with Me to a movie. (Last week a friend went to see The Martian… Read More In Defense of Me
My Dear Semicolon, As an English teacher, writer, and aficionado of language in general, I’d be lost without all of you, my dear marks of punctuation; I savor the subtle differences you tiny marks make in my writing. I try to love you all equally; however, I find that you, my dear oft misunderstood semicolon,… Read More My Dear Semicolon:
“Look, Bob. I’ve already told you I’m playing myself in Appalachian Teacher. I had it put in the contract. Chelsea’s a lawyer, remember?” Bob looks uncomfortable and tries to reply persuasively,”Melissa McCarthy has already agreed. She’s a big name now. She’d be just right for your snarky sense of humor, and… and, well,…” “And, what,… Read More I Want George Clooney!
Everywhere you look, it seems people are posting or suggesting Bucket Lists, things they want to accomplish before they die. Maybe I’m cynical, and maybe I just lack motivation, but the last time I came across one of these, I thought, “You’d do better to make a list of things you’re going to stop stressing… Read More Not a Bucket List
I’ve been behind on my blogging lately, and it isn’t because I’ve been watching the news. Today’s Prompt “Connect the Dots” on The Daily Post said, “Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.” In an world where sports updates and entertainment gossip are passed… Read More It’s Not News to Me
Well, today is my birthday, and I threw myself a party. A pity party. Carl and I had big plans today:We were swanning off to Asheville to embrace culture and have luncheon–It would be luncheon in Asheville; I eat lunch here–at any one of our favorite places, visit real bookstores, then pick up a few… Read More Childhood’s End?