Recipe: Rice and Beans
Note: this is a really simple recipe. You do not actually have to be precise about any of these ingredients. In fact, you can fudge it as you go, and…
Note: this is a really simple recipe. You do not actually have to be precise about any of these ingredients. In fact, you can fudge it as you go, and…
Bad thought-habits are hard to break. I know I'm not the only one who struggles with them. For all of us who must deal with poisonous doubts spewing from our abused subconscious, I present the Doubting Writer's Manifesto.
First off, congrats to the winners of the fantabulous printed books giveaway. :) Second, I have some news about my books.
Guess what? I'm moving - and I'm giving away the older copies of my books! This is your chance to get hold of my print books for free.
Sometimes, we choose to do things not because they're the only way, but because they're the kinder way.
Well, here we are! We survived. Not all in one piece, but here, nevertheless. Since my last update, my husband has been through a couple of surgeries, more than one…
The events of the last few days have been so awful, so violent, so terrible, that I find my attempt at equanimity slipping away. I cannot be silent.
This movie is important. I need to tell you how important. There are spoilers.
Today, a black friend of mine posted a picture of himself, unsmiling, in a restaurant - the owners of which had chosen to decorate the walls with pastoral scenes of slaves picking cotton. I'm sorry. But that's not enough.
Fingers crossed, knees bent, hopes raised, and prayers raised: it's the final countdown, and my heart is firmly lodged in my throat.
This is a long, personal post. You don’t have to read it! However, for those of you who’ve wondered what’s been going on over the past year, I figured it was finally time to explain more in-depth. Long story short: in 2015, my husband nearly died.
My husband goes in for surgery in 12 days, and we are taking some time off.
So this is a special Christmas. If there's one thing this long, difficult year has taught me, treasure the time you have with your loved ones. Every moment really is special.
Bit of personal business here today, but it matters: This is the 14th anniversary of the accident that nearly killed my husband Duane.
Many of you noticed that Gorishfish disappeared for... well, a couple of months. There's a reason for this. It's time to explain it all.
I just HAD to share this news.
Let me tell you a tale of derring-do and big dreams. Also web-hosting.
Autumn Macros: "Gold Leaf" by Ruthanne Reid, on Flickr
Ball-joint Doll pictures by Ruthanne Reid, on Flickr