Mixed Moss

It’s 8am Eastern Standard Time. I haven’t been to bed yet. No, this is not due to a masochistic youth group event, as it sually has been in the past. Nor is it due to final exams. Nothing nearly so dramatic.
I’m moving today. Not far; just down the street really. About three-quarters of a mile […]

Within the next three months or so, my parents will be moving from Cincinnati to Wisconsin. Within the next three weeks or so, my boyfriend will be moving from England to Vancouver. Within the next three days or so, I will be moving from up the street to down the street.
Everyone is moving.
Voxers of Wisconsin, […]

Tomorrow my mother and I are going to drive to Oshkosh, Wisconsin (yes, Oshkosh, as in the overalls– there’s even a factory outlet store) to visit my Dad. He and my Mom are in the process of moving there. He’s got a new job up there and Mom is just waiting to get the house […]

I read a book a year or so back called Reading Lolita in Tehran. It’s a fascinating window into the world of Iranian women and their struggle for higher education, autonomy, and their own self-concepts under the shifting regimes and power struggles that have dominated Iran over the last few decades. If you are familiar […]

I like to know how things work. In fact, I’m as nosey as a cat. This came in handy when we had a church clean-up day yesterday: in my nosey curiosity, I had long ago figured out how a toilet works, and was not afraid to fix the one in the mens room. The lever […]

Now I lay me down to sleep
Let my red and tired eyes weep
The rock from which the water starts
A hollow space inside my heart
Now I lay me down to penance
A shirt of hair, a bed of ants
These thoughts of guilt and tears I’ve cried
Haven’t really satisfied.
Now I lay me down to wish
As raindrops against my […]

Colombian gangsters face sex ban
Wives and girlfriends of gang members in one of Colombia’s most violent cities have called a sex ban in a bid to get their men to give up the gun.
Dozens of women are said to be taking part in what is being called the “strike of crossed […]

Just saw the movie Little Miss Sunshine. For a move about failures, it is a surprising success. Probably because literally everybody in the world can relate to failure.
I loved it. I really did. Why? For exactly that reason: it’s about a bunch of failures, and I can relate. There’s a great line in it:

Let’s all raise a glass to my dear departed job. It is now officially dead and gone. My first real job. Everybody loses a job at least once, right? I propose a toast: to my first big failure. I’m a little depressed; I’m not quite sure how it came to this.
Well, no regrets. Move on. […]