I don’t know who just up and gave me a baby. BUT now that I’m approaching a year (a-whole-entire-year, GUYS) of being a mama and having a wee one around, I’ve come to some life lessons and realizations about the miracle of life. And being the sharer that I am (and
Everyone needs their own sanctuary for solitude. Or maybe that’s what serial killers always say… Either way…whether it’s the token man cave, hammock in the backyard, or porcelain throne, your own space is important to foster creativity. As writers it’s one thing we can probably agree on. Also, for me, it’s
Good people, hear my editing updates – As of this Tuesday I have successfully edited 100/208 pages. Now, please note this is not a thorough, kill-your-darlings type of editing; it’s more of a fill-in-the-gaps, continuity, make-sure-the-gun-used-on-page-five-matches-the-one-used-on-page-55 type of thang. So far, it’s not as bad as I thought. I will be
sometimes i feel so far from who i was and where i’ve been that i cannot even remember who i ever was before this but then I think i have taken 12 years of french and all i can commit to memory is how to kiss aggressively i have had a
Lately I’ve been accosted by numerous co-workers trying to entice me into reading the latest crazy “50 Shades of Grey”. They look at me with glazed eyes, talking about some person named Christian as I slowly back away. And no. No, I will not read this book. I will never ever
I wanted to take a minute to blog about one of my favorite non-fiction authors: Mary Roach.
I’ve always had a boner for science and Ms. Roach, the author of Stiff, Spook, Bonk, and now Packing for Mars, had me at cadaver with her first book Stiff. Stiff was the stuff of my dreams; a whole book dedicated to death: the morbid, the funny and the frank. Her next two books Spook and then Bonk – about the afterlife and sex, respectively – also had me from the get-go. Ms. Roach has the great ability to take science-related issues and concepts and make them amazingly easy to read about. I never have my whaaaaaaaa? face on when I’m reading about organ transplants or orgasms.
Which leads me to the next best thing about Mary Roach: she’s funny. Not just a chuckle and a grin funny, but gut-busting, knee-slapping hilarious. I’ll lay in bed at night reading one of her books, all is quiet, husband watching TV, when suddenly I’ll end up screaming with laughter. The cats fly off the bed and my husband’s giving me a disturbed glare, making me feel a bit too Dahmer-esque laughing at a book with the tagline: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers.
Like I said, Mary Roach makes me giddy. And not just me.
My cousin and I, seeing a copy of her 2009 release Bonk at the Denver Museum of Natural Science, and having no idea she had a new book out, ended up hugging each other in sheer joy while jumping up and down squealing amid the book racks. Ten-year olds stared at us in shocked confusion as we wiped tears of joy from our eyes.
But I digress. Now, the real reason for this blog about Mary is that she has made me do something I never thought I’d do. Wait for it………..
Read about space travel. Sure, I love outer space – little green men, UFO’s, Fox Mulder, Crop Circles, all that jazz…but astronauts? And NASA? Really? I never was a Mommy-I-Want-To-Be-An-Astronaut kind of child.
And yet…the minute the book came out I blindly bought it.
In her latest, Packing for Mars, it’s so much more than I would have thought. I’m only 40 pages into it, but already it’s a great trip. It deals with the psychology, technology and personal aspects of space travel and all those involved in a deliciously humorous way. She makes me want to slap a space suit on and give a high-five to good ol’ Buzz Aldrin, maybe get high on moon dust or something.
If you haven’t, I urge all of you to go out and buy one of her books. Your brain and your funny bone will thank you.
As a side note, I personally stumbled upon Ms. Roach while she was about to film a TV segment a few years ago to promote Bonk. After realizing that it was in fact Mary Roach and working up the gall to approach her, I nerdily made my way over to her publiscist, getting strange looks like I was John Wilkes Booth making my move. Finally able to find my fangirl voice, I simply told her how much I loved her writings. She smiled, was kind and gracious to my babbling, and then after bidding goodbye I moved on. I cursed my ineptness of not carrying a book of hers on me at all times as I really wanted an autograph. The only book I had on me was The Carpetbaggers and I was a tad bit embarrassed to ask her to sign that…