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Warning: This post is only for people who love cleaning, organizing, and sassy voices. Like most people, I have a love/hate relationship with plastic. No, there won't be a tirade here about pollution and biodegradable issues with an invention that has helped our society advance over the past century. You probably know all about that... Continue Reading →
I was skeptical, but it heated back up to 400 and my sausage rolls finished browning. Hooray! I am a culinary genius! But then the baking gods laughed at my hubris.
ramblings. musings. writing? Success is somebody else's failure.Ursula K. Le Guin Yes, I used to have a blog at ampletimetowrite.wordpress.com. What happened? Well, it's most likely my fault. Partially. See, I haven't updated my blog in years. Actual Y-E-A-R-S. I first setup my author blog in 2011, and the last time I logged in was...... Continue Reading →
Yes. I’m baking. Again. It really should be no surprise to those who know me. It is the holiday season, after all, and nothing says Holly Jolly Christmas like trying to pull myself out of Seasonal Depression like sweets and gluten. So for this post, I figured it is a sufficient time to both share... Continue Reading →
Every person who really knows me can also tell you about my not-so-secret crush on Ernest Hemingway, which -- considering his views on happiness -- leads me to sadly conclude he would find my latest antics evidence of an imbecilic mind. I prefer to think of myself as an brilliant mastermind manipulating the masses. And by masses, I mean my students. And by manipulating, I mean trying to fix what is broken.
Warning: I'm going to be THAT blogger. The one who gives you a recipe without really giving you the recipe. No, there is no place to go to get the recipe except the links that I provide, and you have to read my wanna be witty commentary and thought process in creating my design. This... Continue Reading →
At the end of September 2020 and in the midst of the Covid lockdown and hellish online teaching, I made a decision to take better care of myself and try to undo years of neglect. Sure, I had been exercising and even worked to the point where I could run around a 12 minute mile... Continue Reading →
Perhaps I will call this a declaration of freedom from cancellation of the individual who wishes to engage in authentic dialogue rather than artificial and ingenuous consensus-making. That doesn’t have a nice ring to it, though. Everything needs to be catchy, after all, if we want anyone to take note. Besides social media’s algorithms which... Continue Reading →
Another writing for my grad school class. Yep. Finally a class where I feel as though I can take a deep breath, lock it in my chest, and slowly let it escape. Each week we get to participate in an online Writers' Workshop type of model, and our professor gives us a piece for inspiration.... Continue Reading →
This week, my grad school class had us write a creative response to N. Scott Momaday's "The Way to Rainy Mountain." It feels good to write a bit. Here is my response: Mom always woke early to till the parched earth, tenderly prune back tentacles of grapes, and rise high above cherry boughs, plucking sweet... Continue Reading →
Let's cast aside this well-intentioned notion of goal-setting written on the fresh diaper of the New Year's baby; we know what will come of most of these pursuits -- the same thing you will find inside that tidy diaper a few weeks after the newness has worn off and you realize that, in fact, slapping... Continue Reading →
Christy G. Thomas 