The Word Raccoon Wants Drums

Adventures in Rejection, Rhythm, and Hairy Candy Bars Now Playing:“Black Horse and the Cherry Tree – KT Tunstall(For anyone who’s ever rage-Googled drum kits, written poems mid-lasagna, or accidentally gotten rejected for something they didn’t submit.) I don’t know how to tell you this, but the Word Raccoon wants drums. Not metaphorical drums. Not “drummingContinue reading “The Word Raccoon Wants Drums”

Came for the Shoes, Left with the Wood(wind)

Yesterday I had lunch with my brother and our mutual friend, Amy. Amy and I have developed a post-lunch tradition: thrift shopping. Yesterday’s outing was, naturally, a delight to Word Raccoon. The silver shoes (pictured below and on my feet today faster than Dorothy’s ruby slippers) were actually snagged on a second trip—because when IContinue reading “Came for the Shoes, Left with the Wood(wind)”