I'm traveling back in blog post time.
More Bloody Days and Other Craziness
Here is what I know today. First, I need wound care. This surgical incision--still bleeding after two weeks--isn't healing properly. I'm looking forward to getting that out of the way. After this wound clears up, my future holds a few more medical adventures. I'll be tested for Marfan Syndrome. I've been suspected before of having …
Bloody Days
I've almost forgotten I blog. Heading toward the Christmas season things took an unexpected turn. A routine mammogram ended in a biopsy and two surgeries, and I can't say it's all done yet. The main distraction is the incision that has continued to bleed for over a week. There are plenty more serious health issues …
Where does writing begin?
We all have a story why we write or make art or create whatever it is we create. How far back does the story go? Does my story go back to the first book I fell in love with? (Watership Down) Does it go back to my mother's love of books? My grandmother's love of …
Steampunk!
I saw this girl and had to ask to take her photograph. She made her outfit herself. She's beautiful. I can't do anything as grand, but one goal for this year (and I set this goal back in October when got to see several brilliant steampunk outfits in one day) is to make my own …
Make the New Year
The beginning of a new year seems to demand the saying of something profound. If I were really smart I could say something that would get pasted into a cool pic and memed around facebook. (Well, my first problem is that meme isn't even a verb. Should be at this point though, don't you think?) …
The Magic of Numbers
Numbers are magical. Well, they can be. Numbers go on forever. We need fractions and percentages and formulas. As much as you may hate math, numbers are everywhere. They allow the Internet to work. They make sure you take enough medicine to help you but not kill you. Then there are those numbers people believe …
Christmas Pig
Christmas Pig appears in our neighborhood every year. My son, my husband, and I cheer when Christmas Pig's owners set him in their yard. "Yea! It's Christmas Pig! Let the holiday season begin!" Christmas Pig lives on a street not far from us, but we have to go out of our way a couple blocks …
The Questions
My son found the CNN page with profiles and photos of the victims in Newtown. He read every single one, and several he went back to. One little girl, for some reason, struck him more than the others. An hour later he told me he was thinking about that particular girl a lot. I asked …
Presents and Ungiven Things
My mind keeps coming around to the Christmas presents. Many parents have bought presents for their children and hidden them away somewhere in the house. Maybe these presents are already wrapped. Maybe not. It's hard to think of the parents who will, eventually, take those presents from their hiding places but who will no longer …
Marta Bacon 