HEY!!!

...said the lady to the Man...


(by which I mean, I'm having a Girl Power week)


Firstly, I got my copies of Mem 3, which is an awesome magazine of mom-poets, (mom-pets as we sometimes call ourselves) and you should read it! Edited by Jill Stengel, it really is an incredible project...


And speaking of incredible projects and even more incredible ladies, Mipoesieas has an all-gal issue this time around... including audio of each poet reading her work. Tune in to hear me read my poem "Once Was a Mouse."


And in other bookish business, I just got done reading Hillary Carlip's memoir, "Queen of the Oddballs." Hillary has done just about everything you ever wished to do... and when she got done doing all of that, she went on the Gong Show... and when that was over, she told Oprah where she could shove it... and then she did something else, she COINED THE PHRASE "GIRL POWER!" She coined a phrase! I highly suggest you go preorder the book from Amazon. Hillary rocks my pajamas.


And that was me, "coining a phrase." "Hillary rocks my pajamas." You heard it here first.

Blog frequency...

One might think that I'm blogging less because I'm so busy with babykins that I have no time... but if one thought that, one would be wrong. In fact, I do plop down at the laptop now and again, but I'm still blogging less...


... because the events in my life are, I assume, boring to the outside world. I'm not having wonderful fun in cool spots with whiskeys and scintilating conversation. I'm not writing much, or sending out things and getting back rejections and acceptances... or reading heavy books, or flirting online...


You might be curious about what I'm doing instead...


I'm cooing and oohing at the babykins, for hours a day, and having a heck of a time putting him down and letting him cry. I just can't do it, set him in the crib and turn the monitor off... So it's not that I'm not here at the computer, but that I'm not "here" at the computer... or "here" anywhere else.


And to write about what I'm doing when I'm away from the computer would be damn dull... and include intense tales of gymanees, bjorns, breastpumps and reruns of Roseann. You don't want to hear about that, do you?


If it's any consolation I'm also not cleaning my house, cooking, visiting with friends. Nope. Just me and babykins, gurgling our days away.


Though I am writing picture books. Lots of picture books, which I may or may not ever be able to sell... and I am reorganizing the second manuscript of poems, "The Truth & Other Stories." And I am trying to book some readings for this spring, and dig up reviews for "Half/Life". But again, the descriptions of such pursuits would be damn dull.


So forgive me? I'm allowed a few months of this, propped against pillows, shirtless, nursing and typing in bed... right? His head just smells so GOOD!

On vacation!!!

We didn't plan it this way, but by accident, we are on our first "with Mose" vacation... by which I mean, "We spent the night in a hotel."


Chris had a show last night in Chattanooga (my old college stomping grounds) and since the show was at a theater, and smoke-free, I decided to drive up too, with Le Bebe, and see some music. They played with The Little Country Giants, who were very very good (check em if you like old-timey bluegrassy goodness. They have parlor guitar and upright bass, not to mention some lovely harmonies.)


So then it was late, and we decided to stay over at the Read House, the downtown hotel where once I drank too many whiskeys and ate an entire arrot cake (but that's another story).


Now it's morning, and we're off to wander the awesomeness that is Chattavegas. Maybe hit Warehouse Row, the Hunter Art Museum, grab lunch at one of the many establishments where once upon a time I was a waitress...


I like small towns. I like big cities. The question is... how to live in both?