Author Archives: Anne

In thirty days I will be forty years old.  According to our culture’s latest push, that means I am supposed to DO something and do it big.  Travel, party, big night(s) out or perhaps invest in some expensive jewelry to … Continue reading →

In support of NaNoWriMo,  National Novel Writing Month, WordPress and other blog sites are encouraging everyday folks like me to not necessarily write a novel in 30 days but to at least write something every day.  Intrigued I clicked on … Continue reading →

 One doesn’t have to cast their Internet “net” very wide before they bump into a blog, Op-Ed or book review about people proclaiming their ambivalence or downright animosity towards having children and starting families.   Many women can be found saying … Continue reading →

“NAM: Growing Confidence “stuck out from the pile of junk mail collected from my box yesterday.  Against my better judgment I did not automatically toss it into the recycle bin with the 700 or so mortgage refinance solicitations.  The letter … Continue reading →

My eyes dilating from the sunshine as I stepped out of King Tut’s “tomb”, my ears also grew wide upon hearing a nearby conversation in which a few people were voicing their disappointment with the same exhibit. “I wanted to … Continue reading →

Rifling through THAT drawer where miscellaneous yet meaningful objects accumulate, I unearthed a photo of myself from 6th grade.  My short-haired, gawky self with a dress draped over my still boyish frame did not show the awkwardness typically seen in … Continue reading →

My reactions to the news that the Powell children suffered hatchet wounds to their necks and my reaction to the news that the Westboro Baptist Church would be protesting at their funeral were similar- queasy nausea followed by burning tears.   … Continue reading →

A few days ago I read the following blog: http://gizmodo.com/5851062/generation-x-is-sick-of-your-bullshit and reflexively reposted it to my Facebook profile and continued the jabs it extended onto Generation Y.  But the comment of a friend of a friend got me thinking.  To paraphrase, … Continue reading →

Lifting the end of a green-gray “breakfast link” off the frying pan, I prayed for a pleasing brown on the cooked surface.  The garlic-soy scent filling the kitchen smelled only slightly different from the chik’n strips I’d served for lunch … Continue reading →

“Katy Perry, Miranda Cosgrove, Ke$ha…,” my oldest happily listed her favorite singers.  The game continued to see how many singers she could name.  “Black Eyed Peas, They Might Be Giants… Snoop Doggy Dog….”  What the hizzy?  My inner-Fly Girl kicked … Continue reading →