So, I’m a little behind on this whole blog thing. It seems I’m only capable of juggling seven tasks at once–that eighth plate gets tossed in the air, and suddenly all bets are off. At least (at least!) one of them is going to come crashing to the ground. I’m pleased to report the baby is still in one piece. …
"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the moon up above"
Don’t worry. This will not be a blog about how babies are made. Particularly not about how I went about making a baby, which is certainly different from the way in which most people make babies and an interesting story in its own right, but one I think I’ll save for another time. No, instead I’m climbing out of three …
"'I could tell you my adventures–beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly, 'but it's no use going back to yesterday. I was a different person then.'"
Dana in Wonderland! What: Memoir Pool at Lit Crawl When: Saturday, October 15th, 8:30-9:30PM Where: Wonderland SF, 1266 Valencia Street, SF, CA Why: It’s my birthday! (And some really amazing writers will be there preaching their word, too) I’m taking a little break from storytelling this week in the name of shameless self-promotion. I’ve hit a literary milestone and …
"Take a load off Annie, take a load for free"
They used to call me “Troika.” It was a nickname bestowed upon me in the 4th grade by Brett Rosenbaum* and “The Michaels” (of which there were three), and had very little to do with the actual definition of the word–“a Russian vehicle drawn by three horses abreast”–which I doubt they ever knew. To them it was a made up …
"Jump in the water sweet little princess Let me introduce his frogness"
To the kind, gentle, handsome, beautiful soul who has been trying in earnest to date me: There were frogs. I mean, a lot of them before you came along. I have, after all, been at this game for the last 25 years. I could tell you about the Fire Bellied Toad, Bombina Maxima, who ditched me for my best friend mere …
"And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears"
A funny thing happened while I was watching the Olympics. As many of you know, I used to race a bicycle. I was far better at suffering than I ever was at winning anything, but that never mattered. I loved every second of it. Well, maybe not some of the vomit-inducing workouts that my coaches subjected me to, but I …
"And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?"
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