Archive for September, 2007
Thursday, September 20th, 2007
The conductor to the stars
I was on the train to New York the other day, to go visit Stephanie and see how she’s settling in to her sophomore year of school–and when I handed my ticket to the conductor, it turned out that I was in the presence of none other than the Conductor to the Stars!
This is a guy my [...]
1 Comment » - Posted in Blogroll,Meta,real life,writing by sandi
Monday, September 17th, 2007
Dixie or Yankee?
So many of us have transplanted ourselves across the country so many times that we don’t know anymore whether we’re Southerners or Northerners.
I was born in Jacksonville, Florida, to parents who were both from old-time Southern families. When I was growing up we had to say “yes ma’am” and “yes sir” and eat grits for breakfast. When I was [...]
11 Comments » - Posted in fun,procrastination,real life by sandi
Thursday, September 13th, 2007
Crazy sexy cancer…shouting down the big C
I know, I know. It doesn’t seem possible that “sexy” and “cancer” could ever be in the same sentence.
But talk to Kris Carr for a few minutes, and you’ll understand. She’s a 36-year-old actress who, four years ago, thought she had the world’s worse hangover after partying like a rock star. Turned out she had [...]
4 Comments » - Posted in books,real life,self-improvement by sandi
Monday, September 10th, 2007
Thinking about my mother two months later
This is a picture of my mother in the hospital, with her little dog Bear, a few days before she died.
Bear is looking at Peggy, my mother’s friend who had brought him to the hospital for a visit. Peggy lived across the hall from my mother and she now (bless her) raises Bear. He was [...]
4 Comments » - Posted in books,crazy mothers,dog,real life by sandi
Sunday, September 9th, 2007
Life, without a book to write immediately
I have finished my book. (I think I have made that statement here before; it sounds awfully familiar.) Ah, yes, on May 13, I declared I was finished with the book.
In fact, come to think of it, I was always going around, declaring that I had finished my book…and then I would wait a few [...]
