My recent history has not been so neatly chronicled as in other years (see my old blog). So here I am, once again, writing blogs to fill in the gaps of what’s going on in my life. For when you’re wondering what I’m getting up to, what I’ve been doing, my musings on the present political climate (I won’t be blogging about that, hopefully) or the best way to eat an avocado (I hopefully will be blogging about that). Check in here, I’ll (try to) keep you updated!
“You see, this happened a few months ago, but it’s still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk about love.”
“Let me tell you a secret: there is no such thing as an uninteresting life.”
I have fallen in love many times. One of my first loves was Dustfinger, the dark but caring misfit from Cornelia Funke’s Inkheart series. As I grew, I learned to love more complex characters, falling deeply for Alobar, the king-turned-nomad of Tim Robbins’s Jitterbug Perfume. I was helpless to Mr. Darcy’s classic romance, a love with which most readers of Pride and Prejudice would identify.
Take a complicated subject you know more about than most people, and explain it to a friend who knows nothing about it at all. Daily Post
I love toads. American toads to be specific, Anaxyrus americanus. I spent the last two years doing research on these guys at a local farm, and I strangely miss them. I miss their singing at night and the gold flecks in their eyes.
I’m used to being greeted by a chorus when I get to the farm. A chorus of toads. Singing for sex. Crude, I know, but it’s springtime in Pennsylvania, and that means it’s mating season.