Month: March 2009
My current position on going to BlogHer
To cut a long story short my position is … I’m not going. I don’t think. {Anyone who has no idea what a BlogHer conference is can follow the link I left yesterday. Or not. Up to you. Or your could look at the lovely money box below before departing.} This sticks in my craw a…
Tiny poetry taste for the day
From Radio Poetry: If mothers nuture and protect they also hate and get beaten up and they run away and scenery is as indifferent to our perception of it as God is This is a stanza from a poem by Doris Leadbetter, my old writing teacher and one of the greatest mentors of my life….
Here we are, and where I am
I type this as Keira sleeps restlessly behind me on the couch, exhausted after a bad night. We hopped off the plane and into a sick nightmare – exacerbated by the cabin pressure on her poor ears, and I feel for her because it always happens to me. Riley barked like an asthmatic hound during…
