Yes! Finally! Stuff to do! The rule of the winter malaise is on the verge of being beaten to death because all of a sudden, I have a bazillion awesome things to do. Monday night, Amy in StL and I visited the topic of this week’s Dive Bomber (which will be up on Friday).  I’m happy to re...

This is the kind of chronic brain flatulence I’m nursing: I completely blanked on my blog login information. How long have I been doing this? Nearly five years. Next up, I’m going to forget where I live. Please don’t ask me for my phone number; there’s no chance in Hell IR...

Since I signed some officially-looking papers today, I guess it’s time to divulge my cool news. As of this week I’m going to be writing for the Gut Check blog at the Riverfront Times . Pause while I squeal, which I’ve been doing a lot since I got the news a week ago. I’m exci...

Today, on the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of … oh, I don’t know. Her birthday’s on Sunday. This close to Clara Jane’s fifth birthday, I thought that perhaps we had experienced our last poop-related mishap. Her Christmas public crapping would have been an awesome fina...

First of all, thanks for all the LiveFeed votes - we made it to the finals! This means I’ll be bugging the hell out of you for even more votes during the last week of February when Ideablob holds the final voting for the $10,000. There’s free music in it if you vote! I’ll be postin...

Did you listen to some Buddy Holly today? He died 50 years ago today, you know. Personally, I think the world would be a better place if everyone listened to at least one Buddy Holly song per day. This morning I awoke to a kid snoring next to me and NPR doing a story about the anniversary with snipp...

First, two apolgies. One, for the mass message. Two, for any repeats, as I’ll be posting this on my blog, Twitter, Facebook, in emails, etc etc etc. Why? Because this is super-important to me! Most of you know I am passionate about three things: writing, music, and food. Since the beginning of...

Clara Jane returned to school today, hallelujah and praise be to the snow overlords. And yet, my blahs seem even deeper. This is a success: I’m currently sitting at the dining room table instead of in the armchair by the fireplace, which has taken on the shape of my ass. I had no intentions of...

Holy crap, make the snow days end, already! All indicators point to a return to school tomorrow and I could just about do the Naked Dance of Glee in the nine inches of snow in my yard. I do love time with my daughter. Absolutely. But frankly, we’re bored with each other. So bored we even took ...

1. I cannot remember the last time I worried that I cannot do a cartwheel or the splits. Really. This occurred to me a few days ago when Clara Jane yelled, “Look at me!” while doing the splits for the first time. That’s awesome! When did I stop caring about being able to do that? I...