Life Lesson #4: What H.E. and His Nose Learned When Dealing with Cat
See also, Life Lesson #4.5: What Cat and Her Tummy Learned When Dealing with H.E. Share this post:
See also, Life Lesson #4.5: What Cat and Her Tummy Learned When Dealing with H.E. Share this post:
I have more baby name books than I care to count, and strangely enough my purchase of them had absolutely nothing to do with naming babies. When I aspired to write for a living, I believed in the power of the name. Every one of my characters had to have a name that meant something specific, something to help characterize the person they were. So it should come as no surprise that in my search for identity I’ve looked up…
Pardon me. I’m distracted. I should be working on other things—a new topsy turvy image, for instance, or even my new art site—but I find myself visiting old haunts and getting involved in group activities. The ultra mainstream hip and trendy blogging netizen might be familiar with An Exquisite Corpse, in which member artists collaborate to create a single image out of four or five, each artist working on his or her own panel without knowing what has gone on…
I am sitting in the back seat, with my mother and her boyfriend up front, when BJ, sitting beside me, leans forward. “Ma, you know what? I had a dream last night, and I called up Art, and I started yelling at him.” “What? What? Why?” “‘Cause I was mad at him, that’s why. He was in my room and throwin’ all my junk around, you know? And you know I ain’t havin’ none of that. I was all like…