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Two Things
1) I cannot tell you how glad I am that the primary election has finally arrived in California. In a few minutes, after I've pulled on my pants and put on shoes, I will go do my bit for Life in the Republic. Please, if you're in one of the primary states today, go do likewise ( Read more... ) -
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So twenty six years ago I awoke in labor. By 2pm I was a mother. It's been all roses, quotable lines, terror, and joy since then ( Read more... ) -
And Orlando, No Thunderstorms But Not Spring, Quite, Either
ICFA was lovely--although going from FogCon one weekend to ICFA, barely three days later, meant that I was a little soggy and hard to light. Punked out, overwhelmed by Being Social, most evenings by 10. Even with Becca there, we sort of folded around 9:30, came upstairs, and nattered until the kid fell over (I outlasted a 20 year old. Behold, I am ( Read more... ) -
Walnut Creek, with Extra Deluge
The atrium of the Walnut Creek Marriott is (as any good atrium should be) large and open, and has a slanted skylight. And if one looked up at any time during FogCon this weekend one saw torrents of water sheeting down.
So I stayed inside, ate hotel food, drank some okay wine (except when suricattus opened the bottles she had brought down to share, when it ( Read more... ) -
How On Earth Did That Happen?
Twenty years ago, Eastern Standard Time, I had a baby. And now--in Florida, anyway--Becca is 20. It's been simultaneously a long twenty years and no time at all. And despite the ups and downs and occasional moments of whie-knuckled terror, I wouldn't have missed it for anything. She's a really, really smart, compassionate, funny, ambitious, and ( Read more... ) -
Hartwell
I always feel weird about noting the death of someone I knew but was not close to--as if I were standing in the back of a crowd--in this case, a huge crowd--jumping up and down crying "Me too! Me too!" It's not about me, and I wasn't a close friend of David Hartwell's, and yet I find I'm more upset by his sudden, awful death than our relationship ( Read more... ) -
Float Like a Butterfly... all the way to Sarasota
Becca has gone back to Florida for the Spring term of her second year in college. She was here, off and on, for a month (she spent a week in Seattle visiting friends) and it was delightful to have her here--exhausting at times, but delightful.
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Five Curtain Calls. Five.
It shoulda been a million. Shoulda been enough to keep him here.
Alan Rickman is gone. I saw him on stage in Dangerous Liaisons back in the 80s (before Die Hard) from a seat so cheap I was practically bumping my head on the ceiling. It didn't matter--his physicality, and his voice, created Valmont indelibly (and sexily). And then there was Die ( Read more... )
