Monthly Archives: August 2013

Of little pink houses and hometowns and dreams

Of little pink houses and hometowns and dreams

I grew up in a little pink house in a quaint little town–though it wasn’t quite the kind of house and town John Mellencamp immortalized in this (now rather quaint itself) 1983 video. My house wasn’t in middle America and it wasn’t bubblegum pink. It was in a south Seattle suburb and it was more(…)

KISSing our family room fireplace

KISSing our family room fireplace

A for-real comment from my 1st grade report card: Obviously, I was born the English major I eventually became. An inability to accept an easy, simple answer served me well when it came to detecting and analyzing literary motifs (a HIGHLY useful life skill, I might add ;-)). It has not, however, served me so(…)

The not so great book review

The not so great book review

I am so full of such big plans at the beginning of every summer. I’m going to clean! I’m going to paint! I’m going to organize! I’m going to exercise! I’m going to read! And then reality (often in the form of the 3 kids we are raising) sets in. I’m happy to report that(…)