“Welp, this is our life now,” Word Raccoon sighed this morning as we wrapped the Cutco knives and boxed them… Read more This Is Our Life Now, But At Least We Can Control the Language 

You’re allowed to wait for Hank Green to join the “Come on Superman” video trend. (Surely he will?) But Word… Read more Come on Superman, Say Your Stupid Line

I insulted Word Raccoon today. I knew I would, though I didn’t mean to, and yet I needed her to… Read more Today Was Giving Pandemic

It snowed last night. A lot. And it’s still snowing. Not the gorgeous, clumpy first snow, the steady kind that… Read more Word Raccoon Eats Cake and Tries to Eat Snow

Written last night while the cake cooled and I submitted poetry. Posted this morning while I pretend not to want… Read more Submit It and Quit It

There are so many reasons to be offended and worried right now that Word Raccoon and I are choosing to… Read more A Gretsch Is NOT a Les Paul and Colin Firth Is NOT Just an Audiobook Narrator (and Other Things I Should Not Have to Say)

When I hit a bump in my novel writing yesterday, Word Raccoon insisted we make a Stanley Tucci recipe instead.… Read more Blog Bolognese

So apparently the way Word Raccoon now alerts me that she’s finished writing poetry for the day is by insisting… Read more Collaborating with a Ghost

Given the choice between decluttering and writing a novel, apparently Word Raccoon, my little writing friend on my shoulder, prefers… Read more Word Raccoon Refuses to Declutter Unless Stanley Tucci Is Narrating

The raccoon has been pretty quiet today. WR asked for oatmeal for breakfast, and was so happy with it (she… Read more Just a Couple of Punk Poems