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Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope you're having the kind of day you dreamed about all year. Thank you to each and all who have helped and comforted me in 2012. I hope I was able to do the same for you, but if not, I'll try harder in the coming year. Also, thank you to my publisher WiDo! You are awesome!

Below is what I bought for myself this Christmas. It's a stockpile of retro young adult fiction, and I've already gone through a couple of them! One even has an old library card in it with names and signatures ranging from 1977 and up. I love that.

What did you buy for yourself this year?

Safe travels and Best Wishes!







Snow

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I know I'm cheating and posting a lot of videos, but sometimes I just don't feel like injecting the world with my inner thoughts and views on politics. Anyway, it's Christmas. Time to sit around by the fire and watch Youtube. Right?


It's the day before the night before Christmas!

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I have this song on an old 1960's record. One of my favorites! Everyone's singing the usual standards and I have these goofy little gems running through my head. Thought I'd share so you can sing along . . .


It's that time of year again . . .

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Glad we're all still here! It's been rather hard concentrating on writing and editing anything this week. I've made little notes, tinkered around, but mostly I am just enjoying this time with the kids—and that includes watching a lot of movies. I'm probably eating more than usual too.

Right now I have Scrooge open in another browser, the fabulous version with Albert Finney. It's available on youtube, and you can see it too if you'd like!




Also, I found on Youtube a 1979 radio production of A Christmas Carol by a comical public radio staff who seemed to be indulging in too much Wassail. It starts off innocently enough, but the liquor starts to kick in after only a few minutes. Pretty funny stuff! Try to give an entire listening to if you can. Part one:




 And part two:





I hope you are having a wonderful Friday! We finally had some snow here in eastern Kansas and personally I'm loving it. Now . . . I just need some fruitcake.


Sadness

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Well my friends, not much to say is there? What a sad and horrible day. And yet, my two kids were home sick so I technically had a very good day. I was able to hug my kids, give them kisses, make them lunch, and I'll be able to kiss them goodnight. It's so horribly sad that any parent out there should not have the same opportunity. My heart breaks. I've gone from tears, to feeling ill, to anger. Why do these things happen? What is going on in our world today?!

Like many, I keep picturing MY child in that kindergarten class. Liam is in kindergarten this year. It's unfathomable and there are no words.

Years ago on this blog I wrote about how us writers, and we're all writers if we're keeping up a blog, have such a great opportunity to use moments like this to harvest our talents for good, to heal, to give solutions, to comfort, to discuss. If you'd like, you may use the comment section to discuss what happened today and how it makes you feel. The way I feel i…

The burning question

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Last night at bedtime Julia, Liam and I were watching an Iron Chef America episode where Mario Batali is pitched into a crawfish battle of snappish proportions, and out of nowhere Julia says, "Does Santa really exist? Because, I'm not so sure."

Wow. Uh. . . Where's my mommy manual? Right. There isn't one. Damn. So I say, "Well, first of all, I don't know what the kids are saying at school, honey, but Santa does exist—mostly in your heart—but he works in many, many ways and it's up to you to believe." Then I told her about how the kids at my school were telling me there was no Santa, but then I went to the mall and saw him and knew he was real because his beard wasn't that fake white color, but a real, yellowish, pulleable beard. And I told her—again—we can all believe, or not believe, if we want to.

She didn't say much, so I'm not sure if my speech was a futile effort, or a string of masterful persuasion, or if she really wasn't…

Party time!

Almost a year to this day I submitted a story to a promising new journal. Little did I—or any of us—know the success this journal would have in such a short time. I proudly announce that one of mine has been included in The best of Vine Leaves Literary Journal 2012:  http://emergent-publishing.com/bookstore/the-best-of-vine-leaves-literary-journal-2012/

Have a look if you can!

Today, I took Julia to the CVS minute clinic for a strep throat test. Luckily she does not have the strep, however, it did take almost the whole day to find out! Oh well. Now I'm making chicken soup with mushrooms and homemade noodles, and bread with chocolate cake for dessert. I hope all is well with you and yours. Happy Sunday evening to you!

Thursday doings

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Doing homework with Julia is very difficult. Very. I beg, plead, redirect, yell, bribe. And, yes, it gets done, but OHMAHGAWD do I feel like ripping my hair out the whole time!!! Having a kid with sensory issues is not easy, and sometimes I do think, well . . . why not take shortcuts, but in the end it wouldn't be right. She has got to do her work, and I have to make her do her work.

One of the reasons I look forward to Christmas Break. No homework, no rushing to get ready every morning, no late or missed busses, no finding shoes or socks or coats, no fighting Julia's long, tangly hair, no battling Liam to hurry up and use the bathroom. 
We're going to make gingerbread houses, salt dough ornaments, pomander oranges, listen to my old 1960's christmas records, watch the snow ( or pretend to), take in Rankin/Bass marathons on cable. Go shopping. Wrap presents. 
I won't mention how much I'll have to clean the house, and all the cooking and dishes in my future. I…

Life; sweet and simple

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I suppose my love for silent film started back when I worked at the library and had access to a whole world contained in binders. My favorite book was a Charlie Chaplin biography, pictures and all. Oh, how I loved that book. Wish I could still get my hands on it. From there I checked out movie anthologies, describing every starlet and handsome actor of the early 20th century. And then, of course, I found movies to go along with my reading: Lillian Gish, Mary Pickford, Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd. The flickering, fish-eye encapsulation of a long-ago world with scratches and title cards and robust organ music all transported me into a beautiful time.

There has been some speculation throughout the years over who invented the first motion picture camera: the Lumiere Brothers or Thomas Edison with his Kinetoscope? The debate swings back and forth, and frankly it doesn't matter. I'd say the Lumiere's took advantage of their finding with lively little snippets of relatives and to…

Cell

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Victorian houses, grain mills, groceries, graveyards.

Small town towns are a nuclei; everything surrounding nothing—or vice-versa. It always starts with a cornfield.

I could be the mystery driver rolling in. I could stop at their diner or their cafe or their post office. I could say a word. Those faces would look, try to recognize, try to categorize. They'd wave, or smile. Or do nothing.

They have their own government, dogma, karma. They have their lovers and preachers. The lover to rush them through boredom, the preacher to dispel their sins.

The road cuts straight through; you must not stay. If you were not born or brought by marriage, then you will never belong. Pass their marquee, say goodbye to their waitress. Hit the gas and go.