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Shall we loosen a jar from the nose of a bear?

October 24th, 2018 · 1 Comment · Daily


It’s local (to me) and each jar holds twelve ounces of raw wildflower honey and limitless amounts of sparkle and joy. Like water for chocolate.*

The honey is super dark (meaning full of antioxidants) and super sweet (meaning I’m no longer putting honey AND sugar into my tea).

Best of all, every bottle is bedecked with a black and white photo of me in a bee suit, and if you live in St. Louis I’ll sell some to you.

*(I don’t believe our subdivision allows beekeeping. The honey is from a local farm.)

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Chopin had to start somewhere.

October 23rd, 2018 · 2 Comments · Daily

This afternoon I had access to a marimba, some sheet music, and a quiet house.

Suddenly I’m all sparked and it’s like giving a mouse a cookie, I suppose, because now I need to know how it feels to write my own music.

I Write The Songs

I’ll probably be performing my tunes on a big stage somewhere in 2020. I’ll be sure to share ticket info with you since you’ve been with me from the beginning.

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Historic Shifts

October 22nd, 2018 · 1 Comment · Daily

Former UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said this to the Human Rights Council in March 2012.


The midterm elections are coming up in two weeks. Vote with your heart and your head.

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And now I just sit in silence.

October 21st, 2018 · 2 Comments · Daily

On Friday evening, Harper and I went to the Enterprise Center to see Twenty One Pilots. Jeff surprised us with the tickets on Tuesday night and Oh, So Much Joy. (The seats were amazing. We’re so lucky.)




Twenty One Pilots 10/18/18

I take pills to keep my brain (and transverse colon) working. As a result, I am physically incapable of crying. Ah, but when Twenty One Pilots sat down fairly close to us and played my favorite song? I felt lachrymosity.

And when the show was almost over and they played Leave the City?
My lip. It quivered.

Music definitely knows my shortcut.

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So, you think I can dance?

October 20th, 2018 · 3 Comments · Daily

Fluid Pudding was down yesterday, and when I say Fluid Pudding I mean this very website—not me. (I have been called “Pudding” before. A few people have asked, “Are you Fluid Pudding?” Honestly, I love when that happens because it makes me feel like Parker Posey.)

So, because the site was down, I wasn’t able to update, meaning I failed at my own personal NaBloPoMo. BUT, what if I update twice today? Would that make up for it? Here’s the beautiful thing: I didn’t give myself any rules. I rarely do, because I trust that I’ll do the right thing. Let’s see what happens.

Me: I’m trying to teach myself the marching band dance break.

Meredith: Why would you do that?

Me: Because I’m 48 and dependable and who knows when they might need me to step in?

Meredith: No.

Harper: Don’t ever do that again.

We’re not completely out of the woods with the site (or the use of clichés). I’ve been told I have to go into my site code and change some things.

Obstacle #1: Go into my site code. Obstacle #2: Change some things.

I’m giving myself three days.

Day One: Pretend I don’t have to figure out how to find my site code. Go to a marching band competition. Maybe eat a funnel cake.

Day Two: Make some hot tea and take some deep breaths and figure out how to go into my site code.

Day Three: Change some things.

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Thursdays are for Readings and Tacos

October 18th, 2018 · 2 Comments · Daily


This evening a friend and I went to a book reading and author signing at Left Bank Books. The author, who is a friend of my friend, was charming and smart and I’m looking forward to reading her book.


Looking around at the bookstore reminded me that Amazon is convenient, but Amazon isn’t really where it’s at. Left Bank Books is where it’s at.




After the reading we jumped across the street for a taco. I went with the Autumn Taco, which held sweet potatoes, spicy nuts, cranberries, and more good things I can’t remember like some sort of specially treated onion. Vegan. Perfect. The tacofication of Thanksgiving.


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It’s about socks and socks and shoes with a little Obama and pineapple.

October 17th, 2018 · 3 Comments · Daily


This morning I spent some time working on my election socks. The last time I tried to knit election socks was way back in 2008. (I haven’t yet finished my 2008 socks, but I do remember how happy I felt when Michelle Obama’s 2009 inaugural parade dress matched my unfinished socks perfectly.) Anyway, the fact that I’ve turned the heel on the first midterm sock is huge.


I asked my new Ouija socks if my mary janes are broken in enough for a bloodless public outing. They said, “Yes. Goodbye.”


Jeff and I will be celebrating our 17th anniversary on Saturday, but because we’ll be celebrating it in two different states, we decided to do a family dinner this evening. Just so you know, I ate my weight in grilled pineapple and right now my stomach hurts more than the backs of my (bloodless!) ankles. I call that a win. (I call most things a win. Glass half full and all that jazz.)

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Although it’s been said many times, many ways…

October 16th, 2018 · 5 Comments · Daily

After Harper’s orthodontist appointment this morning, the girls and I met my mom for lunch. On the drive to the restaurant, we listened to Christmas music.


At the restaurant (Freddy’s if you’re nasty) I ate a veggie burger wrapped in lettuce and it was definitely the right choice.

After we ate, we went to a store down the road and suddenly it WAS Christmas and so many people (not you, of course) are yelling about how it’s too early and it’s not even Halloween yet, but you know what? I would celebrate Christmas every day of the year if I could. (Clarification: Not the gift thing, but the feel of it all. The smells. Getting up at 5 in the morning to light the tree and drink coffee with the dogs before the craziness begins.)


Side story: Two years ago I got up at 5 and made coffee. While I was turning on the tree (maybe by dancing provocatively, but probably by pressing the light button), Henry jumped onto the couch and took a drink of my coffee. Instead of getting up to pour another cup, I decided to take a deep breath and just pretend it never happened.


Just look at that tree. It’s made of wood and I love knowing that it exists. Merry Christmas, you guys.

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Learn something new. Every day.

October 15th, 2018 · 1 Comment · Daily


I’ve been practicing my dip pen skills. Actually, I’ve been trying to develop some skills, but it’s harder than I thought, and I’m not sure it will become a thing for me. I’ll give it a few more days.

I guess the smart thing to do would be “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.” I prefer “He’s dead and by dead I mean dating a stripper.”

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Oh, Sunday.

October 14th, 2018 · 2 Comments · Daily


This evening was spent eating portobello tacos and street corn with a friend who loves words as much as I do. I then drove home, read a few chapters of The Miniaturist, and worked on the gusset of a sock. This week is our fall break and what a lovely way to get it started.

And then there’s this song. I love it just as much as my kids do NOT love it. (There will undoubtedly come a day when I no longer love it, but that day is not today.)

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