Here in the cabin. On the lake. We jumped in. All of us. Well, almost all of us. Me: If you don’t suffer it’s not good. Carol: Tame the wild elephant. I am the wild elephant. Lav: Soften the edges. Enil: I am not Jesus. I went first. Shock! I lost my shoe. I found my shoe. I realize losing shoes in the water is … Continue reading Jumping In
John McWhorter gives an interesting and engaging Ted Talk about texting and how many bemoan the way in which texting is dumbing us down. Well, not me. I don’t text. Although, now that I am following those butterflies (my super cute phrase for dating), I have started texting. However, I am a one-fingered texter due to the fact that finances only permit me to … Continue reading Texting and the Decline of Language (Or Is It?)
I have an aversion to profanity. I do. My fifteen-year-old son would have me subscribe to the attitude that a word is just a word. I will not. I must draw the line somewhere, and profanity is that line. Imagine my shock when, after being a stay-at-home mom for nearly fifteen years, I walked back into a high school and heard profanity filling the halls, … Continue reading Infixes Are Absoflippinglutely Fandiddlytastic!
I decided eight weeks ago that I would pursue an MA in English for three different reasons. The first is that I am a single mother, and during the weekends when my children are away, I find myself under the covers “binge-racing” series after series. I decided I needed forced structure in the form of discussion boards and due dates. The second point is that … Continue reading What Makes A Word Realz?
Lately, love has been the dominant thought running through my mind. This is a big deal. Really. It’s a big deal because for the past six years, since my traumatic divorce, I’ve remained single. I don’t mean the kind of single that signs up on Tinder. I mean single as in celibate. No dates, no kisses, no one-night distractions, no hugs, no cuddles, no intimacy. … Continue reading Dominant: Butterflies and Love
“Make it new!”
That was the rallying cry of Ezra Pound harkened to by young artists of the early twentieth century. This period would later be coined “modern” due to the rapid advancement in industry, technology, science, and women’s liberation among other things. Western civilization was pulsating with electricity. Continue reading “The Fractured Form of Eliot’s Ellipsis”
My father has a theory. My father has lots of theories. Some interesting, some ignorant, some humorous, and some are just downright insane. My father, he’s an interesting man, and I suppose he is somewhat insane. But I guess we all struggle with or celebrate our own variety of insanity. Anyhow, one of his theories, and it is by no means unique to him, is … Continue reading Doing the Best You Can is the Best You Can Do