It had taken me months to get up the nerve to finally say something to him. It just seemed like it was time.
New Walking the Elipses post "I'm gonna race you back home..." how I ran from the bullies but found friendship
When I came in, dad greeted me from the kitchen and asked how playing at Crystal's was. He hadn't asked any questions, and I hadn't told him where I was going. It drove me nuts when he'd do that. This was a game he played with me. He could nearly always tell me what time I'd gotten home, what I'd done while I was there, how long I'd been there, and where I'd gone if I left. All without asking any questions. When I pressed him about how he did it, halfway convinced he was psychic, he'd just shake his head and say I could do it too, I just needed to pay attention.
I'm not really sure what my first experience with writer's groups was. I remember being at them with my mom - she was a founder or member of several. Sometimes she'd bring me with her. Since I was a pre-teen(? maybe teen?) I think my initial reaction was awkward self-consciousness, which of course presented as … Continue reading Writers klatch…
REPOST NOTE: All the buzz about the t.v. series In Plain Sight had been confusing me, because I thought it was the same NBC special about Jaycee Dugard's kidnapping and that was definitely not new. But I felt uneasy every time I saw it mentioned. Anyway, I had recently been thinking about this and found … Continue reading The would-be kidnappings I escaped
Last year was a bit insane for me. I don't think I'd ever experienced busy like that. Even for me, a notorious overworking workaholic, it was ... intense. Everything stacked up starting in June and suddenly I felt like I was in an avalanche of creative activity that I had to just keep running ahead … Continue reading Falling off … again… getting up, again
Shopkeepers. When I was 10, living in the Castro, I didn't have any friends my own age in the neighborhood. There were other children around, but none of them roamed the neighborhood without their parents and we didn't have opportunities to meet each other. Not that I had any interest in them to be honest. … Continue reading Shopkeepers: a young girl’s friends