Blogging Streak Has Ended

The last three days were either busy or I was too emotionally spent to blog. More of the latter than the former, if we’re being honest. Yesterday was Momcat’s birthday and the days leading up to it are very challenging for me. But I’m feeling better now, and ready to get back into the game.

Under the Wire

I had several other ideas for blog posts for today, but I was feeling lazy & didn’t do much of anything other than read, faff about on the Internet, eat, and nap with the cats. So this is what you get.

Here’s a gratuitous cat photo.


Doing NaBloPoMo 2011

So at close to the last minute I decided to do NaBloPoMo for November. I did it last year and it was a great motivator. Hard to keep up steam once the month’s over, at least for me, but maybe it will be different on this go-round. Who knows?

So stay tuned, be sure to follow me on Twitter (the link is just to the right of this post…down a little…a little more…there!), become a Facebook Fan, or just read the blog.

From My First Breath*

“So, does Sacramento feel like home?” T-Wizzle asked me. It was the third time she’d asked me that question in the last three months. And for the third time I couldn’t give her a clear answer.

For many years I haven’t felt a sense of home in the way that others do. I will remain longer than I should in apartments and townhouses that do not meet my needs, but I also avoid making investments in furniture until absolutely necessary. I have never hung drapes or curtains, and I have never done major remodeling. I bought a house with Mr. X but we never got around to decorating it. We didn’t build knee walls or repaint bathrooms in an attempt to make the house truly ours; we never quite made that house our home.

But I have also designed and planted a garden, much to the surprise of others – and myself, to be honest. More recently, I installed a new shower head in my apartment and, when I discovered how easy it actually was, I cursed my narrow-mindedness for not installing one in the last place I lived. I have hung pictures around the apartment and installed shelving in my kitchen to accommodate my pots and pans. Between these tasks and getting involved in the community, I do have more of a sense of home than I ever had when I was living in Southern California. In many ways my new town reminds me a lot of where I grew up on the East Coast. But it’s still not quite home.

Because while decorating a kitchen and installing shower heads can mean one considers a place to be home, I don’t believe that material goods create that feeling of home, that sense of this is where I belong. That feeling comes from something much deeper. Home is that elusive smell in the air in the town where you were born. It’s recognizing the once-vacant lot where you once played ball with your friends. It’s holding on to the belief that the world you knew at the age of five is the biggest, widest, most fabulous world that ever was, or ever will be.

Last night I was with Pops, Aunt Gigi and Uncle Roy as they found their childhood home. I listened quietly as they recounted stories from their early years: stories of dollhouses and comic books, neighborhood friends and schoolhouse bullies. I saw Roy beaming with bliss at the discovery that the  built-in milkbox he remembered playing with as a toddler was, indeed, exactly where he remembered it was.

And even though I never lived in that neighborhood or spent time in that house as a child, in that moment, I felt home, too.

This post was inspired by Kirsten’s entry for the One Word at a Time Blog Carnival, hosted by Peter Pollock.

*The title of this post comes from a line in a Depeche Mode song, “Home.”

Thirty days down!

Whew, I made it. Thirty days of blog posts, all because of NaBloPoMo. True, there were days I didn’t post much in the way of original content. But I did post something and I believe that was the point.

There’s no guarantee I will be able to maintain daily posting. A few big things are in the works right now and my blogging time may be limited. This 30 day blogging challenge was good for me, though. It got me thinking about what to write and forced me to become more involved with my blog again, and that makes me happy.

To all of you who have been reading faithfully and commenting: thank you.

To all the lurkers who are reading but not commenting: thank you. But would it kill you to post a comment? Can’t you help boost a girl’s ego just a little?

To all the spammers: I know you think your flattery will get me to approve your comments, but you can’t spell and your comments make no sense. Thank the technology gods and WordPress app developers for a strong spam filter, otherwise I would be spending way too much time removing your ridiculousness.

Coming soon: Resolutions for Everyone Else, 2010 Highlights, and other musings.

Of Synchronicity, Music, and The Power of Praise

I love when a plan comes together. I also love when circumstances bring forth a sweet surprise for several people. This happened to me a couple weeks ago.

On October 22, Barbara at Bad Tempered Zombie wrote a review of Emma Hill’s CD Clumsy Seduction for No Depression Magazine. It was featured prominently on the website for a few hours, which had Barbara all excited. Emma read the review and thanked Barbara, which pleased her to no end.

A few days after her review was posted, I head off to the Tomales Bay Workshops, a five-day writing conference in Marin County. It was a fantastic experience, meeting fellow word lovers and published authors, discussing our stories and books we love, getting inspired to write more and more and more. Truly magical and money well spent.

But I digress. On the third day at the I look at the conference program and see that on Saturday night the special musical guest is Emma Hill. The name rings a bell…wait, isn’t that the chick Barbara reviewed? I can’t get on the Internet to find out because my iPhone is struggling to pick up a steady signal. Dammit. I’m pretty certain it’s her, though.

I trudge through the woods to the Friday night reading. As I’m noshing on dessert post-reading, I overhear a woman talking to someone behind me. “Will you be performing solo tomorrow?” she’s asking.

Holy crap, I think, she must be talking to Emma! I turn around and say, “Excuse me, are you Emma Hill?”

“Yes,” she says. Wow, she is young, I think to myself.

“We have a connection in common,” I tell her, explaining how I know Barbara. Emma’s face lights up at the mention of Barbara’s name. “When I read her review, I cried,” she says. “She was so supportive and sweet, it meant so much to me.” I am thrilled to hear this, because even though I don’t know Barbara personally, I’ve been reading her blog for several years so I feel as if we are close friends. As we continue talking I discover Emma has been at the conference the WHOLE TIME. Crazy, right?

The next night I head down to the main hall to hear Emma perform. I get there late so I only get to hear one song, but it’s so freakin’ awesome it makes up for whatever I may have missed. “You’re My Man” is Emma’s tribute to Leonard Cohen, one of her favorite songwriters. She dedicates the song to Pam Houston, director of the conference and fellow Cohen fan.

After the performance ends I weave my way through the chairs to Emma. I tell her, “I know at least 15 bloggers who are going to LOVE that song,” and she laughs. The new CD will be out around February, she tells me. [Now that I’ve heard a few songs from her last two albums, I am betting this next one will be fan-freakin’-tastic.]

I snap a picture to send to Barbara, and to add to this lovely story about synchronicity, music, and the power of praise. So here she is, Miss Emma Hill. Go listen to her tunes, buy a CD. Then go to Barbara’s blog, read her music reviews, comment on a post or two. Send the link to your friends and keep on spreading the love.

The lovely and talented Emma Hill

This just in: Moxie did not sleep with Tiger Woods


Mossimo Crane


LOS ANGELES – December 10, 2009 – After much speculation, world-renowned blogger Moxie has confirmed that she did not sleep with professional golfer Tiger Woods.

“I don’t even watch golf,” added Moxie, whose real name is Corinne. “I do watch baseball, however, and some of those guys are hot.”

She issued the following statement to the media:

“Although I am a well-known person and have made my career as a professional blogger and all-around fabulous person, I have been dismayed to realize the full extent of what blog scrutiny really means.

“But no matter how intense curiosity about Moxie can be, there is an important and deep principle at stake which is the right for professional athletes, regardless of their sport, to try and get with this. I realize there are some who don’t share my view on that. Personal failings should not require press releases and my inability to get it on with anyone in the NBA, NFL, MLB or UFC  shouldn’t have to mean public confessions.

“Whatever regrets I have about not being solicited for sex by Tiger Woods or any other athlete have been felt by me alone. I have given this a lot of reflection and thought and I believe that there is a point at which I must give up on ever knocking boots with Tiger, Kobe, or A-Rod, even though it’s difficult.

“I will strive to be a better person and the blogger that my readers deserve. For all of those who have supported me over the years, I offer my profound apology.”

Any additional statements will be issued via Moxie’s blog, The Girl With Moxie.

Reason #223 Why I Love My iPhone

I am writing this post from my iPhone, using the WordPress application. Oh man, this is hot…I can review and approve comments, write posts, add images. I love it when technology works and looks so damn beautiful.

And it will let me go back and edit posts too. Sadly I am having a hard time publishing photos. Hmm.

Just When You Thought Moxie Was MIA

Good news, kids. I am still around. But I’m thrilled that I finally got my own domain set up with WordPress. I have been geeking out over the last few weeks, testing out settings, learning how the code works. It’s been annoying, fun, interesting and affirming – and that was just yesterday.

I still can’t guarantee lots of blog posts, which I’m sure doesn’t surprise anyone. But there’s a lot of new readers coming to the blog – I think it’s because of a comment I made on a Dumb Little Man post about astrology – and I’ve realized that there’s not much point in advertising my blog posts if I’m not going to post anything. I have a few ideas on the direction I want to take, now it’s just a matter of getting it there.

I’m going to be tweaking various and sundry aspects of the site quite often, so if you see anything that looks wonky, please let me know.