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PB ReadsSecond Sunday Poetry SeriesJune 9th, 201322 days to go.
PB ReadsRhapsodomancy Reading Series, Good Luck Bar, Los Feliz, CA 7:30pm, At which I will read, see Blogroll Rhapsodomancy link below. Excitement reigns!February 3rd, 2013PB and several other readers take part in Los Angeles' top rated reading series. See you there!
PB Rides!UPDATE: 3 rotations of unicycle pedals on PB's Birthday does not count as riding the unicycle by her birthday. She will now RIDE the unicycle by June 1st, 2013--just in time for summer.June 1st, 201314 days to go.
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Monthly Archives: September 2010
I’m over the Book Club Blues and previous “froggy” state and have moved on to more-than-contemplating my goals, which meant working on a short story today in this freaky heatwave of 113 degrees, which is all anyone in the San Fernando Valley … Continue reading
Tonight I will not be writing in order to attend Book Club. Left is our discussion topic. In keeping with the spirit of the book, I will be bringing shrimp potstickers to share. I wanted to bring Sake and drink it … Continue reading
This is me right now. Not well seen. Murky on the outside. Rough. Blug. Frozen in dubious water. Were it not for the toddler, I would be an exact copy of the frog fish in the photo, only atrophied. I … Continue reading
I think the most interesting part of my recent retreat was learning that I can, in fact, contrary to previous experience, do the temporary-single-parenting thing and write. Away from my husband for 6 days, away from playdates and email and constant internet … Continue reading
What does “retreat” really mean? Regifting Halloween candy you’ve trick-or-treated for your toddler? Putting a fresh coat of cream cheese frosting on your yellow squash cupcakes because your toddler licked it all off while you were on the phone, looking … Continue reading
It appears to be Friday–again. I managed to finish this week’s immediate goal, which will ignite a slew of similar goals in upcoming weeks, especially next week, when once again I go on: r e t r e a t. With. My. Son. The … Continue reading
I realized I wanted to attend a children’s literature writer’s day. When I realized this, I also realized (with what felt like a bucket of icewater dumped on my head) that the deadline for registering for the writer’s day was … Continue reading
Moth, BB, done. Think: The diet of Roughhead Blennis. Think mantas. Breath anemones. Be tube sponges. Feel sand between toes (visited playground today). Shhhhhhh…Am editing Trouble. starknakedfish.com