Category Archives: embracing dorkhood

down in the valley

Posted on March 25, 2010 by Deanna

Up on the hill. Life moves swiftly/slowly, and people shuffle and leap. Saturday, the sun was saying, “I’m still up here.” The breeze blew, not from Alaska, but from somewhere south of Yreka. My feet and calves and shins and every part (except my knees) itched to climb. One problem. I was on my own. … Continue reading →

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how it is

Posted on February 18, 2010 by Deanna

This week: my second job interview in three months. The second job I didn’t get. The second time someone said they would have loved to work with me, but another candidate was just that much more qualified. A tragedy it’s not. I did my best. Times are challenging for everyone. The saddest moments, also the … Continue reading →

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wednesday’s commercial word

Posted on February 17, 2010 by Deanna

I didn’t plan to get one. Honest. But now I’m glad I stole it that night. We were enjoying KLSR-TV’s annual Christmas dinner, and the traditional gift steal game began. The first opened gift, promptly snatched by newslady Natasha Chughtai, was a leopard-patterned snuggie. Those blankets with arms looked kind of nifty on the infomercials. … Continue reading →

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a tremble

Posted on September 30, 2009 by Deanna

The huge knife with gleaming blade stayed put in my grip as always, but my hold on reality took its tumble. Sometimes this happens, probably due to hormones. More likely, it’s the imagination-on-steroids I’ve possessed since birth. As I worked the knife into the stubborn winter squash’s hull, my wrist weakening with my resolve for … Continue reading →

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the splinter shined existence

Posted on September 2, 2009 by Deanna

Life and challenges go together. Like suffering and creativity, they’re fairly inescapable bedfellows. Things have reminded me this week, days have included moments when I want to shout, “What’s the point?” And then I remember, thankfully, I’m no longer on a quest for purpose. Not that seeking a purpose is inherently bad. The word has … Continue reading →

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good day

Posted on August 5, 2009 by Deanna

Recently I had imagined hearing good news from a New York publication, but that didn’t happen. Today I learned I did sell an article to a North Carolina publication. Such news is fine by me. The story, for BackHome Magazine, will be about our adventures in garter-snake-friendly living. Driving through town this afternoon I imagined … Continue reading →

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another day, another emotion

Posted on June 27, 2009 by Deanna

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. … Continue reading →

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dweebish dilemma

Posted on March 18, 2009 by Deanna

I’ve gotten so used to my whizz-dingy Gmail page that shows the current weather (or at least it’s most times pretty close). There might be clouds, dark ones, covering the “sky” or fluffy white ones hinting at blue behind them. Then there can be raindrops splashing my Inbox, or even once in a great while … Continue reading →

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it found me, and it killed me

Posted on February 6, 2009 by Deanna

What 17-year-old could resist this? I couldn’t. Yes, we had guys in tight pants back then. Looong hair, too. Just a little twang. And they repented, maybe too late, but they did. Sigh.

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marking time, remembering to keep posting

Posted on November 10, 2008 by Deanna

Another Monday. House is clean, finally, and even the street’s been swept by our first city leaf pick-up of the season. More golden maple sheddings already dot the blacktop. I want to know why nothing’s sacred anymore. Rejections keep hitting me on Sundays; three the past month. Oh, right. Email makes the difference. Wtf? Sorry. … Continue reading →

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