Category: Humorous Essay
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An Exercise in Video Game Patience
As with most my generation, I grew up with gaming systems. They came into maturity around the same time I did. Growing up, my brother and I would spend countless hours trying to work through different levels of various games. Even in college I had one semester where I spent more time playing Chrono Cross…
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Teaching Sewing to Kids
I’m a mom first, writer second. I dream of being that kind of fabulous mom who comes up with all sorts of crazy and memorable activities for my kids. Problem is, making up crazy and memorable activities takes lots of time and energy. And, well, writing just takes lots of time. Needless to say, when…
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Salt Dough Gone Wild!
It was one of those long stretches of summer afternoon when it was too hot to go outside. The kids slid around the house, skulking, with nothing better to do than pick fights with each other and in general, drive me nuts. Days like these scream for distraction and that day a movie wasn’t going…
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They say this is good for you…
It’s hot. It’s at least 95 degrees with 100 percent humidity and no breeze. The air covers me like a wet blanket, clingy and persistent. I know my hair has reached new extremes in the frizz department making me look the equivalent of a fluffy red troll doll. No, you cannot rub my tummy for…
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Being a Mom and a Writer
I’m a very creative person. I’m so creative, I create people. Three of them to be exact, and each enough different from the other that there is no user’s guide, no “What to Expect When…” book, that covers them all. I’m not talking about fictional characters here, although I’ve created dozens of those as well. I’m…
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Writers and fad diets don’t mix
I’m staring at a blank screen, it’s hard to think. Images of sandwiches and pasta won’t leave me alone. Writing an emotional scene between characters doesn’t really work when all I want them to do is sit down and enjoy a nice supper. Fantasy world food is always enticing, think of thick stews, juicy roasted…
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Soccer and Herding Cats
The battle lines are drawn, the players are ready. Well . . . almost. One of the players is swinging from the goal post, and another won’t leave his mothers lap. Half the defending team has their backs turned to the ball because the ice cream truck has driven by, three are already making a…