who can name the event?
(and for you entrepreneurial sorts, check out that last photo. She's holding a typewriter, and it's labeled "poem store". That's what I call extreme freelancing.)
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She Who (Eventually) Blooms
- Blooming Eventually
- Me: mother, wife and writer recently sideswiped by 40. The writer part used to come first, the 40 used to be a 30, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I’d try someday. Growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six. I started this blog two years ago to chronicle my quest to publish a book. Who would have dreamed it would actually work? I have two books coming out this year. Far out. Still, this living-and-succeeding thing is experimental theatre, and the question remains—will I bloom, eventually? Or will I ditch the whole writing thing, adopt a xanax habit, abandon my own identity and live the rest of my life vicariously through my children? Hmm, let’s find out.
It's the country fair! The last time I went was with you and the gals when I was prego. What fun! What do I win?
ReplyDeleteYay, you! That's the last time I was there, too. You win...uhh...first rights to critique my book!Lucky you! ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhere else do you see butterfly genitalia on display?
ReplyDeleteAnd yay, I'll take that prize!
That is the truth. I hesitated posting the butterfly genitalia, but it was too appropriate to the event to pass up!
ReplyDeleteIs that the country fair???
ReplyDeleteYou got it, baby! Have you been?
ReplyDeleteOnly every year since I was in the womb! I only stopped going recently... Which makes me sad! Let's go next year, I can get 5 dollar passes!
ReplyDeleteI'm in! For sure.
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