(don’t worry, the irony of posting a blog with this title is not lost on me.)
i am not good at secrets.
though my mother asserts that i was an incredibly private child, somewhere along the line i lost all discretion and became the boisterous, snarky far-from-ladylike creature i am now. Continue reading →
i haven’t been researching…haven’t been chewing on any particularly crunchy concepts…haven’t been wrestling with any behemoth-like ideas…haven’t been dreaming up fantastical tales to capture the attentions and imaginations of the masses.
once a year my mother, the most adorable human being on the planet, challenges her class of squirrelly 9 year olds to think about their futures. if there’s anything i’ve declared, it’s that planning for the future is not something i like think about. ever. so when my mother recently left me in authority over the 4th grade hooligans, and tasked me with the responsibility of supervising their little LIFE PLANS… i thought maybe….just mayyyyybe it would be fun to think of my own. which was difficult. because i first had to decide if i even wanted to be old someday. Continue reading →
i have never wanted to grow up. at least, not since it started being something that seemed like it might actually happen. when i was little, i remember that my greatest goal in life, other than being a dolphin trainer at seaworld, was to someday be older than my big brother and sister. they tried to explain to me that that is not how it works, but i wouldn’t have it. i was bound and determined to be the big sibling. and that’s how i learned at a young age what it feels like to fail at the only thing you really want in life. ;) (living abroad has made me far too dependent on emoticons.)
but somewhere along the way, and i think i’m finally starting to understand when,a switch was flipped. my life has become a perpetual battle against the thought of being a grown up. i dug my heels in one day and decided i would never leave childhood. not for anything. not for anyone.
and it’s been lovely! being young and dumb is fantastic. diving in and climbing up high, all these things are wonderful! all these things feel like me. ‘if growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, i’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! not me!’
but then sometimes i hear that echoing question from a dream… when he asked faintly, ‘hannah, what are you doing?’ Continue reading →
sometimes i can pretend to be a normal, well-adjusted, not crazy nerd person. but then sometimes i go to readings/book signings of my favorite fantasy author, and the whole facade of normalcy just instantly burns away as my peculiarity rises from its smoldering ashes like a phoenix. Continue reading →
so far, i thought i was doing fairly well out in the great, wide, classy european public. i’ve kept my goofy dance-walking to a minimum, my frequent bursts into song relatively muffled, and i don’t think i’ve idiotically walked out in front of more than just a few bicycles and angry taxi drivers. but i do think it’s worth mentioning that i have been in a couple less than favorable situations abroad this week that should hopefully incite a chuckle or two.
i’m taking my life into my own hands (again. and in more ways than one.) with this bold post. i just feel that the mounting evidence of the following plot can’t be ignored; i can no longer turn a blind eye to the treachery of my siblings. blowing the lid off a conspiracy to either enact world domination or simply fortify and establish themselves as a contending world power after the coming apocalypse, is probably not the best way to win friends… but it can no longer be avoided.
maybe i’ve got military on the brain, but the fact of the matter is, i’m almost one million percent convinced that my big sister and her husband are plotting to produce a vicious, albeit adorable, army of little warriors. Continue reading →
i’m going to begin by making one of those really horrible mistakes writers make, and start rattling off excuses for this post’s subject matter, saying things like ‘i normally don’t do this but…’ and ‘this is totally out of character for me under my bloggist hat….’ or maybe even ‘sorry to all for the rant i’m about to go on…’ but in reality, this is not abnormal, nor out of character, nor am i sorry for addressing such things in this public manner. i’ve had some rather intimidating and overwhelming revelations of late, and i process best through clicking fingers on keys like this. so here we go. Continue reading →
so, this is new for me, at least in this particular outlet. but for those of you who see me on a regular (or even occasional) basis, i’m sure you’ll recognize the sweet cadence of my emphatic and enthusiastic, perhaps even aggressively so, recommendations of reading material. in case you haven’t been browbeaten by my impassioned literary commandments, they usually go something like this: Continue reading →