Thursday, March 13th 2008
The other day I was thinking aloud about something. Can’t remember what, but it was a small problem. How to arrange the afternoon schedule, or what to make for dinner. No idea what the specifics were, but Ethan-7yr listened for a minute and then said, “Mom. Don’t worry. All stories have a beginning, middle, and end.” He put his hand on my arm and said, “This is just the middle.”
Monday, February 18th 2008
If you have any tips on how to walk in high heels, would you leave it in a comment here? I don’t have a problem with them myself, but I can’t figure out how to describe it to someone who does, and I’m writing a scene that needs just such a conversation. (you’re writing whaa? who writes stuff like that?! yeah. that’d be me.)
Soooo, how would you tell someone how to walk in heels?