Last year, the family said goodbye to my wonderful grandmother, Peg, whose birthday was Christmas Day. Though I also associate her with Shrove Tuesday, as it was during one catastrophic pancake flip that she taught me how to swear like a sailor. Continue reading “Great Women: a personal list #2”
To mark 100 years since (some) women were granted the right to vote, I thought I’d celebrate some of the women in my life who’ve made it substantially better. Kicking off: Nadine Dereza.
You learn a lot as you go along in this professional writing business. Most of the time the learning is instinctual, and occasionally you’re asked to codify it for an article or an audience. It’s an uncomfortable process, and then you find that whatever you’ve picked up in the writing school of hard clichés was said years ago by Stephen King.
Here is one thing that I’ve never heard before, and like the irritating click baiter I long to be, I’m going to put it after the jump. Continue reading “This Detail Matters”
There are many things in the world today that can get one’s ire, and so I am always delighted that I stop at the apostrophised plurals and malapropisms rather than getting into a proper lather about, say, the US election. Continue reading “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a ****”
I so wanted Bernie but settled for Clinton
And now I am landed with Trump.
I made my own meme
I retweeted HuffPo
I liked your status and forwarded fact checks,
Called up the podcasters
Clicked on the link
And told everyone that it
Just wasn’t possible
And Clinton would be
The first woman president.
So I didn’t
Theory is all very well gentle reader, but the saying goes that the best theory is no match for observed data. Beware, then, of those in the peanut gallery who tell you what you should be doing onstage without troubling themselves to stand in the spotlight themselves.
Mea culpa: I have just done exactly this. Almost. Continue reading “Practice What You Pecha Kucha: 3 real-world lessons”