tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83683243537710000912024-02-20T20:32:29.644-05:00j. lucy musesAcknowledging positivity and serendipity while randomly musing my way to publicationjoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-61165549172325577532010-06-13T09:38:00.005-04:002010-06-20T13:03:44.974-04:00Out of the mouthsOne thing I fear may be lost forever due to my writing break are the gems that have come out of the mouth of my 3-year old. At the time I swear I will remember them forever, but of course that's not reality. It is the recording of them that gives them immortal life.
So, with no further a-do, I give you Tator Tot:
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Milkshake.
Milkshake who?
Pickle!
Mom: Everyone safely joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-23677891715398211592010-06-12T15:16:00.006-04:002010-06-12T21:18:34.589-04:00And we're back!Hello readers!I miss writing over here. I miss rambling about motherhood and life as a work-from-home mom with two active, creative, smarty-pant kids. Very soon I will be back with a new post which will begin a new chapter for me and my writing life. I guess you could say I want to teach an old blog some new tricks.See you soon!joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-48978776482115934372009-12-03T10:32:00.002-05:002009-12-03T10:38:13.775-05:00Connecting hand with mind and heartI'm now over at Wisdom Within, Ink. Here's a little of today's post:Writing… digested our sorrow, dissolved and integrated our inner rigidity, and let us move on. I don’t even remember what we wrote about. It didn’t matter. The effort of forming words, physically connecting hand with mind and heart, and then having the freedom to read aloud transformed us.— Natalie Goldberg, Thunder and joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-45629854207199254442009-11-23T11:23:00.002-05:002009-11-23T13:00:22.210-05:00Are you a fan or a stalker?Here's a glimpse at what's going on over at Wisdom Within, Ink:There’s a fine line between being a fan and being a stalker… I read this comment just today on a writing forum was referring to Facebook, Twitter, and blog followers. Ten years ago it applied to my life....joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-15111236854980067242009-11-03T12:15:00.004-05:002009-11-03T21:17:15.962-05:00When your future comes knocking... freak out!Don't forget I'm over at Wisdom Within, Ink. Here's what's going on over there right now:I open my email to read this: …if you’d like to write up a formal query… Words from my dreams. (Well, in my perfect world dreams the words actually would be: No query necessary! Just send it, we’ll publish it!) I have been waiting for an opportunity like this and what am I doing? Freaking out!...Come join mejoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-51570119812576713442009-10-29T11:34:00.002-04:002009-10-29T11:41:08.110-04:00Making it Home, pt 2Here's a snippet of what's going on over at my new site, Wisdom Within, Ink:I have heard – and experienced – that it takes about two years to break into a community. When we first moved back to Vermont, although living in a town just 20-minutes from where I went to high school, we might as well as been in the middle of Alaska for how connected and at home I felt....Come on over... I miss you!joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-64863113679486222252009-10-14T14:40:00.004-04:002009-10-14T15:00:19.368-04:00I've moved! Come on over!So, forget getting it just right... my new site is open for business!Wisdom Within, InkWisdom Within, Ink is the name of my journaling and writing business under which I am offering workshops. The random musings of this blog will continue to ramble on over there.Please join me...joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-40790078331572235722009-10-13T10:13:00.003-04:002009-10-13T19:07:26.011-04:00Spinning my new webCan't stop, but I just wanted to pop in to say I won't be around much because I am working on my new website. I'm so excited to launch it but I have to get it just right. Stay tuned...joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-73396767444661973592009-10-08T14:53:00.006-04:002009-10-08T17:26:15.033-04:00Finding a theme for my blog (and my career)So, I've gotten a little off focus lately. Whining about my career path and money. Blogs are supposed to have a topic, a theme, a thread. My sub-title up there says "acknowledging positivity and serendipity while randomly musing my way to publication." Have I done that lately?Penelope Trunk writes in this post that blogs have to have a topic to be successful and to help your own success. She joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-56659576415296784152009-10-07T12:23:00.001-04:002009-10-07T12:23:48.787-04:00Jour du Journal: Memory of CabbageJoin me at jlucyjournals for today's thought and writing prompt.joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-77051887368500668942009-10-05T14:24:00.006-04:002009-10-05T20:48:00.024-04:00Another waste of timeGreat. This is just what I needed. Another minute-sucking, hour-gnashing, completely pointless obsession.On a daily basis - ok, more like half- hourly basis - I check these things:EmailFacebookBoth my blog's sitemetersTwitterI do not play any games or partake in asinine Facebook quizzes. I only check status updates and if anyone "likes" something I've chosen to share that day. However, I still joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-35694091341328647192009-09-30T14:55:00.011-04:002009-09-30T18:50:31.861-04:00Letting myself goI have this fear I am going to wake up one morning to discover I have Let Myself Go.I'll open my closet that day and find only sweat pants, t-shirts, and sneakers. And when I look in the mirror the face reflected there won't have tasted a lick of make-up since the Christmas party (where apparently I wore a dancing snowman-festooned sweater and patent-plether shoes with be-belled toes) and appearsjoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-72748885801824272692009-09-28T09:35:00.004-04:002009-09-28T16:46:59.507-04:00Dying rabbit, Blocked brainAs I sit here in the quiet of a child-less house drinking, oh my! hot coffee, I find my mind is scattered. I am trying to write an essay for a contest that is due in 3 days. I don't have to do this of course, but I want to. I want to write something "real," something with a beginning, middle, and end. And a point. And for a reason other than to just hear myself talk, or rather, see myself think. joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-5356546606142322462009-09-26T06:33:00.004-04:002009-09-26T06:39:05.053-04:00Ten years agoSeptember 25 is an important anniversary in my life. I had intended on re-posting the story yesterday but actually most of the history-making events happened after midnight, so I guess today is technically the true anniversary.Ten years ago... Two pairs of sandals left by a stream - Quite unimportant a sight it would seem.Two wandering children gone off to play?A couple trying to get quietly awayjoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-85379099830323646832009-09-25T10:11:00.008-04:002009-09-25T14:24:17.985-04:00Difficult decisionsAgain.Again I am faced with a decision I do not want to make.Going back to work.Again.I've done this twice since I left the full-time workforce in 2004. I was home with Little Lady and, three years later, Tator too, until we returned to Vermont in 2007. At that time, Hubby was making minimum wage while finishing his graduate internship and it was obvious I needed to do my part. As we were living joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-9567739691610928012009-09-23T19:33:00.001-04:002009-10-07T12:23:00.980-04:00Jour du Journal: Interpreting the UniverseJoin me at jlucyjournals for today's thought and writing prompt.joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-71918508449566190222009-09-21T12:46:00.006-04:002009-09-22T08:04:01.739-04:00Bearing my soulIt's not like I write anything personal...This was me defending my blog. The reaction from a family member was one of disbelief. Griping about my life and sharing my children's antics is apparently way out of the comfort zone for some. But for me, the day-to-day mundanity of my existence on this planet - the struggles and the milestones - are not anything I am ashamed of or feel the need to hidejoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-58219613118752957552009-09-17T12:30:00.007-04:002009-09-17T13:14:56.925-04:0037 and going strong... kindaIt is my birthday on Saturday. 37. I don't feel 37... oh, who am I kidding? Yes, I do! I have a pinched nerve in my neck which isn't a pain in the, er, neck, it's a numb in the arm. And after a day of picking up toys and heaving wet clothes out of the washer my back yells at me until I go to bed. My teeth are showing signs of too much coffee and too little dentist, and my flesh appears to be joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-26288462874271071662009-09-15T08:58:00.008-04:002009-09-15T11:34:19.921-04:00Keep paddling!Warning: if you are feeling down the following post will not help your emotional state. However, if you want to wallow in despair along with me, please read on...I find it kind of ironic that as a teacher of writing to self-heal I am finding it difficult to heal myself. A couple days ago I wrote a post on my other blog on facing despair. I offered sentence stems to prompt my readers to explore joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-58407676486100367122009-09-12T20:02:00.011-04:002009-09-13T09:06:14.050-04:00Do they make flannel teddies?This morning as we were lying in bed listening to our children, who, despite having woken up barely minutes earlier were already screaming at each other, Hubby says to me:Are you ever going to wear lingerie again?As I roll over and yank the seam of my cottony soft men's pajamas bottoms from where it had ridden during the night, I say:What?Lingerie, ya know, like you used to.Oh, yeah. No.Why not?joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-1991908599276010522009-09-09T13:46:00.012-04:002009-09-09T14:41:41.215-04:00One smokin' hot fireman!Call it luck. Call it coincidence. I call it Mother's Intuition.Last night I was sogged out on the couch watching TV. I have to admit that once the silence has descended that only sleeping children can bring, the corner of the couch is usually my first - and last - stop before bed. It is here I pay the bills, write my blog, go through paperwork, and of course, eat ice cream.But last night for nojoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-89638990348959791622009-09-07T09:54:00.008-04:002009-09-09T07:47:30.701-04:00One of those momsYes, I am one of those mothers. I forget when it's picture day and I send my kids to school with bed head and a paisley-print shirt that clashes with the purple splash background. I leave the snacks by the door when we leave the house forcing my daughter to face complete humiliation and disappointment when she doesn't get to be snack leader that day. I neglect to read the "school spirit" day listjoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-89266758834612799162009-09-04T22:06:00.001-04:002009-09-04T22:07:59.223-04:00Jour du Journal: Use that pretty book!Join me at jlucyjournals for today's thought and writing prompt.joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-63810967686174421372009-09-02T12:46:00.004-04:002009-09-02T13:57:33.477-04:00Women and W(h)ineI read it on my friend's facebook profiles, I hear it on the phone, I hear it from my own mouth.Man, I need a drink!Mothers who have had a bad day with the kids, after the bath and bed, turn to the bottle for relief. And it is accepted that this is OK. And it is.Within reason.On NPR's OnPoint this morning the conversation was "Why Women Drink." Two recovering alcoholic mother/authors told their joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368324353771000091.post-3763813377909375612009-09-01T11:42:00.003-04:002009-09-01T12:21:02.217-04:00Alone!I am in love with this day.Not that it started that way. Far from it.I woke up to some loud DJ yelling that pointing out hypocrisy made his day (the dial had apparently slipped off the familiar and soothing voices of NPR). When I went downstairs I discovered the kitchen mess was unchanged from the night before - I guess the fairies had gotten caught up elsewhere with no cell phone coverage - and joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13093201236801011610noreply@blogger.com1