Monthly Archives: November 2009

I am grateful for books. Duh. You were waiting for this, right? This post could go on for days. Books give me something to do (write them), something to think about (teach them), and somewhere to go, to escape and/or … Continue reading →

Today, friends, I am grateful for Sherman Alexie, because he marries the sacred and the profane better than any writer I can think of. Sherman (I always think of him as Sherman, not Alexie) is clever, brilliant with a crowd … Continue reading →

Say it loud: I’m Nebraskan/Minnesotan and I’m proud! And I’m grateful to be a Midwesterner. Hear that big THUD that happens when those words land in empty silence? This post used to be a rant about those folks in publishing … Continue reading →

Strange, I know, to blog about this, but today I am grateful for passion. It’s not necessarily a popular emotion, because it gets people into trouble (oh man, been there). But it also gets people through the tough spots, because … Continue reading →

No, blog friends, not blood, not air, not anything so easy: the essence of life is music, and every second of every day I am grateful for music. And yes, I am prone to hyperbole (!), but I am pretty … Continue reading →

OK, you’re going to think this is a “duh,” but today I am grateful for readers. I am, of course, grateful *to be* a reader. My mom claims I learned to read when I was three, and books have saved … Continue reading →

Blog friends, the gratitude is neverending, but I am out of time to come up with a post about the writing community–today I need quick and easy–so today I am grateful for mangoes and carrots. Mangoes aren’t orange on the … Continue reading →

Call it work avoidance, and this will make you laugh your ass off, but today I am grateful for Saturday Night Fever. More specifically, Tony Manero. He practically glows with testosterone, and holy god, the man can dance. I first … Continue reading →

Today I am grateful for Stephen King. I don’t write horror, but man oh man, he’s the master of characters, and I want to be like him when I grow up. You’d know if a Stephen King character came and … Continue reading →

I am sorry, but I just cannot resist. In 10 years, you’ll get the same things–provided we have blogs, of course. But seriously, this show was all we had, and it gets stuck in your head. Like STUCK. “Some and … Continue reading →