Coconut milk and coriander: the spices of life

Writing this week has been a battle.

“No, no one would want to read about that,” I keep telling myself. Every idea is shot down by my own conscience. Nothing has been worthy of recording.

I have contradicted my own motto: we can write about anything.

Three heroines and a dinosaur scared poopless

I have been blessed with children who like to write and create.

Joseph will not admit to being a “writer,” but the lyrics to some of the songs he helps create never cease to amaze me.

Still been reading; will post later

Readings for four days:

Faster than you can say Ginkgo Biloba ...

Just got this e-mail. I'm sure it will circle the earth faster than any of us can say Ginkgo Biloba, but I had to share. Funny stuff. Even the junk at the end was worth sharing. lol.

Did Jacobellis deserve this?!?!

Tacky. Tacky. Tacky. I just finished reading this story about Lindsey Jacobellis, the U.S. snowboarder who was expected to be a contender for this year’s gold medal.


She got a little cocky in the 2006 games: when nearing the finish line, she grabbed her board in an attempt to prematurely brag on her first-place finish and wound up biting the dust instead of grabbing the gold.

Open meetings are 'open' for a reason

Today is a professional day at school. I found the girls snuggled up on the fold-out couch this morning watching the Smurfs.


Justine is sniffling and sneezing. Jaynee is burning up. I’ve been serving Tylenol cocktails every four to six hours.

Happy anniversary, Jeromy with an O!

Today is our wedding anniversary. Jeromy and I have been married four whole years. It seems a lot longer than that. Both of us have trouble keep track of how long we’ve been married because it feels like we’ve known each other forever.


We met at Spirits in Ponca City. Spirits is a dark and smoky hotel bar on 14th Street.

More to 'the media' than meets the eye

I slept until almost noon today. I can’t seem to shake my “hangover” lingering from the weekend.


I got up with the kids at 7 a.m., and as soon as they were out the door, I crawled back into bed and didn’t move until 11:30 a.m.

It feels like I’ve got a little fire going on in my belly. Plus, I’ve got that permanent watery, metally taste in my mouth that shows up every time I move a muscle. Bleck!