There’s this interesting thing about me. The best part of any holiday or vacation or fuckskioffski or whatever you call it, is the night before you leave. That and Day One. Round about Day Two or Three, I’m already thinking of ways to extend the trip. Because I am a wanderluster like that. And as we approached the middle of our Edinburgh road trip, I got to thinking. Neil will tell you my over-thinking is a scary thing. But stick…
If we were having coffee, and catching up on blog news, I’d tell you Sonia at Losing The Plot won the recent blog promo video giveaway. And Christine at I’m Sick and So Are You, in her infinite wisdom, has come up with 5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Read Gin & Lemonade. Do you think sarcasm is the highest form of flattery? Please say yes. Because then we can be friends. In real life, the fam and I took a week-long…
And so, I’ve been thinking about giving you guys a peek into my writing process, but I don’t have one. Here’s yet another piece I wrote, a few weeks ago now, about not writing. I’m re-posting it here, because I wrote it, and it’s the truth. July 26th, 2018. The day before yesterday, I stayed up til 1 a.m. to write and hit publish on a piece for the #30Posts30Days challenge. (On Medium. The challenge was started by Frank McKinley.)…
Funny story, I downloaded a meditation app. It’s called Calm. And I actually used it. To meditate, find relaxation, hide, whatever. This happened, a grand total of once. So far. But let’s back up. My kid turned four. And I met Katie from Fatty McCupcakes. On the same day. It was a groovy day. A day that included 20 cupcakes, 14 penguins, and a unicorn. Or so we thought. The night before Isla’s birthday, Neil and I were wrapping Isla’s…
‘I only give Purple Monkey to people I love. So here.’ Isla shoved the aptly-named purple monkey in my face. This recentish favorite creature was rescued from an otherwise depressing trip a safari park, back when Pokemon Go was still a thing. Purple Monkey follows Isla wherever she goes, every second Tuesday. I felt quite special when Isla decided I could take PM to The Bloggers Bash. We’d been at Dad’s for a barbecue. With no marshmallows. Made no sense,…
