While other people were scheming over Black Friday bargains whilst sitting on their couches with their waistbands straining over that 3rd piece of pumpkin pie, I was hemming pants. Yes, I know that doesn’t sound like the typical post-Thanksgiving activity, but for me, last night, it was. This morning I gore-texed my kiddos and put them in the car as we headed through the pouring rain drops to a meet my favorite photographer for a photo shoot. Read more…
John Lubbock once said, “What we see depends mainly on what we look for.” I like this quote because it reminds me that relationships are a very “rich tapestry” indeed. What we look for in situations, and therefore see, is dependent upon our proximity to that situation. It is only with distance, often in geography or in time, that we are able to see the greater picture.
This is the first post in a five-part guest post series.
Wendy N. Wagner grew up in the same nutty family as Kristina Martin, and seems to be graying at the same rate. Her short fiction has appeared in the anthologies The Way of the Wizard and Rigor Amortis, and (forthcoming) in Beneath Ceaseless Skies magazine. Her first novel is being released by a small press in Fall 2011. She is also the Assistant Editor of Fantasy Magazine. For no known reason, her husband and daughter love her despite the neglect and the constant influx of germs. You can keep up with Wendy on
Like most of the truly great writers, I have a dayjob to pay my bills. I’ve been working at an undisclosed location–we’ll call it Children’s Museum X to protect its identity–for five years now. That’s right. I’ve willingly continued to clock in three to four days a week (hey, it’s just part-time until I get that best-seller!) at a place where, annually, close to two hundred thousand children come to scream.
My family is fortunate enough to have a swimming pool out in the back yard. I neither blow it up nor cover it in the winter, but it works for my hooligans, ahem, angels. Of course, I do have a garage full of the previous years’ swimming pools, seeings how we started in a blow-up pool the size of a large dog dish and just kept buying pools to fit the size and number of kiddos.
All I can say is that nothing beats the pure awesomeness of the lingering scent of Banana Boat sun screen on tired kiddos who just spent a couple of hours splashing about in the pool. I give it a two thumbs up, or in this case, a thumb and a toe!
Now that all of the United States is recovering from the fun and excitement of Mother’s Day, I’d like to just say that my Mother’s Day was one hell of a mutha. As in, gee thanks, let’s not do that again for a long time. And then, this morning, I got chapter two. Yay me. But I really do try to live in a better moment, so I’m cranking up Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling” and refusing to be spinning wildly out of control for another moment. Or at least until the youngest comes upstairs. Because my kiddos can send me spinning from happy to crazy in no time at all.