Posts Tagged: blog

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Girl In the Hat Turns 2

That’s right. It’s my blog’s 2nd birthday today. Woo hoo! A birthday is a good time to take stock and count blessings, and one of the best things about blogging is the people I’ve met. “Met” is the best word

(image courtesy Pookie & Schnookie)

Girl In the Hat Turns 2

That’s right. It’s my blog’s 2nd birthday today. Woo hoo! A birthday is a good time to take stock and count blessings, and one of the best things about blogging is the people I’ve met. “Met” is the best word

my mother

My mother raised me with the proverbial single hand while her other hand was busy making money for us to live on and trying to keep me pointed in the right direction.  She needed another hand. She taught me to

my mother

My mother raised me with the proverbial single hand while her other hand was busy making money for us to live on and trying to keep me pointed in the right direction.  She needed another hand. She taught me to

what a story looks like

“What does a story look like?” It’s an intriguing question, rather cryptic and zen-like, not unlike the sound of one hand clapping.  If ideas were candy, this one would be a jawbreaker. Whatever your answer, it’s probably poetic, deep, and

what a story looks like

“What does a story look like?” It’s an intriguing question, rather cryptic and zen-like, not unlike the sound of one hand clapping.  If ideas were candy, this one would be a jawbreaker. Whatever your answer, it’s probably poetic, deep, and

solicited

“Solicit” sounds salacious and illicit.  It’s word redolent of streetwalkers and door-to-door salesmen.  But it also means “to ask” and asking doesn’t have to be nasty, does it? For example, what if writers were solicited?  Even unknown writers, I mean.

solicited

“Solicit” sounds salacious and illicit.  It’s word redolent of streetwalkers and door-to-door salesmen.  But it also means “to ask” and asking doesn’t have to be nasty, does it? For example, what if writers were solicited?  Even unknown writers, I mean.

blog faces

There’s a little song my girls like to sing that goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other’s gold.”  Today I’m going to tell you about some new and old blogging friends. Two new

blog faces

There’s a little song my girls like to sing that goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other’s gold.”  Today I’m going to tell you about some new and old blogging friends. Two new

goodbye & thanks to 2011

Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do

goodbye & thanks to 2011

Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do

It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!

It has been exactly one year since I started this blog.  Wow!  A whole year; how did that happen?  If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,

It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!

It has been exactly one year since I started this blog.  Wow!  A whole year; how did that happen?  If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,