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Got My MFA. Now What?
Writing

Got My MFA. Now What?

Originally posted on Lit Salad:
As you may have read in the first installment of the Eliza Tudor Survival Guide to bridge the worlds of MFA-candidate and MFA-wielding god/goddess, Lit Mags are the Wheaties that can power a writer. In Survival Guide 2, writers submit. Step 3… 3. HAVE A PROJECT READY TO WORK ON…

Cheer / Writing

Writing Is Fun!

Today, while sculpting chapter intros for my thesis I got to use a really fun building material. It’s like the day your mom would drop you off at kindergarten, you’d enter the room and see waiting for your eager little hands blobs of green and red and yellow Play Doh on one activity table, Cheerios on another table; and … Continue reading

College Search Fun: Dirty Dirty Hippies, Elephant Girls and Walmart Oh My!
Humor / Parenting

College Search Fun: Dirty Dirty Hippies, Elephant Girls and Walmart Oh My!

There is enough hilarious college slam content in the ether to start a blog devoted to candid student reviewery. But who has time? Some of my favorites today, from Students Review, offer balance to the admissions polish. Oberlin (Boy and I just visited and were wowed by the art museum—Monet, Hopper, Arbus and antiquities—and a phenomenal … Continue reading

Music

Beautiful Things Out The Dust

Since I’m eyebrow-deep in thesis finalization, blog writing just ain’t gonna happen anytime soon. In the meantime, this song keeps me going. You gotta love a cello, xylophone and guitar with stripped-down vocals. I hope it soothes you as much as it does me. (See lyrics, below.) “Beautiful Things” All this pain I wonder if … Continue reading

Guest Post From The Tolkien Scholar In My House: English to Orc (Orkish?) and Back
Blogging / Books / Writing

Guest Post From The Tolkien Scholar In My House: English to Orc (Orkish?) and Back

For those of you who wish to learn Orkish, a less-pretty language spoken by Orcs, Trolls, and some Men in Middle-Earth in the Third Age. Orkish dialects were usually vulgar forms of the Black Speech of Mordor, the language written on the Ring. These words are scrounged from what little Tolkien wrote of the Orkish language as well as some reconstructions by Tolkien linguist David Salo. Continue reading

Praise Craze Part 2: Us and Them, “Love Take Me-Love Take Me Over,” Especially When Faced With A Smoking Handicap Parking Tag Fraud
Church / Faith / Writing

Praise Craze Part 2: Us and Them, “Love Take Me-Love Take Me Over,” Especially When Faced With A Smoking Handicap Parking Tag Fraud

So these ideas (you know, from Part 1 wherein I sang Amazing Grace with a naked stranger) began pinging around inside my head the other morning as I tooled around in my car between the bank and Target. In an effort to refocus my thoughts from Twitter, kid worries, my thesis and job woes onto Something Bigger … Continue reading

Praise Craze Part 1: Singing Amazing Grace Naked In the Shower With a Naked Stranger
Church / Faith / Writing

Praise Craze Part 1: Singing Amazing Grace Naked In the Shower With a Naked Stranger

Certain church types are really into praise music. They engage in a practice that must strike non-churchies as silly, ridiculous, and maybe even a little embarrassing. They—okay, we—have this bizarre habit of singing at full voice, under the steeple with of all the peeple and also within the privacy of our own earbuds, songs to proclaim doctrinal tenets … Continue reading

Adventures in Parenting Jack: Translating Halldór Laxness (Say HUH?)
Books / motherhood

Adventures in Parenting Jack: Translating Halldór Laxness (Say HUH?)

I was working on a meditative essay to post on this here writey blog, but the following Facebook status update by my dear son, pictured below (in what I think should be his online dating profile picture, should he ever online-date in his twenties), derailed me. You’ll understand why. Oh, and as any good anglophile, he punctuates the UK way. Also, why do I even try to write? OY, this kid: Continue reading

Wintertime – Living is Easy
Writing

Wintertime – Living is Easy

Originally posted on Lit Salad:
Approaching the six year anniversary of the 95 percent blockage in my 38 year-old lower anterior descending artery, I’m still counting my blessings. Happy to be alive, that’s what I am. I snuggle longer, stress less, laugh more, eat dessert first, kiss my sleeping kids — all that jazz. But:…