I had a nice little Twitter account up until about a month ago. I like Twitter. It’s the internet in miniature. You can search this subject and follow that topic until you have a nicely-curated feed that’s far removed from the corrupt horror show that is Facebook.[i] It does tend to be a bit of an echo chamber, but since I’m on the right side … Continue reading It was just one tweet.
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.
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.
(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.
From Famine to Feast. 