Sometimes I need only two things in life: stories, and my children to unveil the life truths within them. See this post in which my oldest is less than 5 and teaches me the journey actually is the destination. Or this post about how bad guys have the best stuff, but good guys win. And now this gem of a conversation from Jake, who’s ten very grown up years but still with all the life-delight of a child.
Some writers have writer blogs. Their posts are usually about writing or the road to publication or the business of being an author. This one is not. It’s more like a mommy blog, a survivor’s blog, a this-is-what-I-think-about-things sort of blog. So this post about writing also has a point about life. I like to revise. This is the part I wasn’t too thrilled about with my memoir. There weren’t
“He’s a good boy. He must be in some kind of trouble.” That’s what Peter Paker’s landlord says on Spiderman 3 when Peter goes all Bad-Boy on him when he gets symbioted (that’s not really a word) by the black alien goo that brings out all the evilest tendencies within him, which in Peter Parker’s case includes, but is not limited to, TERRIBLE hair, overconfidence, really bad dancing, and the