I’d like a good camera.
When I was growing up, my dad was the photographer. As a result, there aren’t as many pictures of him in the albums, the fate of all photographers. As a single mother, this was also my fate: there was no one else to take the shot most of the time. Cell phones changed cameras and photo-taking, of course. I could’ve been in more family photos … Continue reading I’d like a good camera.
It’s not hoarding if it’s books.
There are ten books on my bedside table. I don’t usually count the books in my “getting to it” pile, so that was a bit of a surprise. There are a further sixteen in the library downstairs, but I suspect those will die with spines uncracked. Then there are the e-books. I have five waiting on my Kindle, with a further three on the library … Continue reading It’s not hoarding if it’s books.
Telekinetic tacos.
(This story came to me yesterday, and I’d already decided to use it, regardless of the prompt. How handy that “what’s a superpower you’d love to have” fits into the plan so nicely. I’m enjoying moving beyond the mental illness navel-gazing I’m prone to, though I try to make my essays somewhat life-lesson applicable. I’m also enjoying not completing the challenge one hundred percent. Giving … Continue reading Telekinetic tacos.
Life lessons: catch them, don’t duck.
We start learning with our first breath, and from what I can tell, it’s a pattern that continues. Unless you close yourself off from it, learning for people happens to infinity and beyond. I like to learn, though we all have different things that grab us. I like this, and you like that, which has been true since it all began. It’s a good thing; … Continue reading Life lessons: catch them, don’t duck.
From Famine to Feast 