Random Thoughts.

  1. It’s hot.
  2. We had a great time with Superman’s birthday: my parents came over one night; I decorated with his favorite chocolates on the table; we went out to dinner another night; his brother made him “birthday beans” and they watched football most of the weekend. He says 44 seems like a good age.
  3. Had another great time with my book club friends on Sunday. We had brunch on Lido Isle, looking out at the yachts, and discussed The Help. Perfect morning, gorgeous setting, terrific people.
  4. I’m reading Outliers. It’s excellent, but I can’t decide if I’m disturbed by it or simply fascinated by it: It’s disturbing and fascinating at the same time to think success is contingent on so many factors, many beyond our control.
  5. It’s getting hotter.
  6. I’m speaking at a women’s group soon about social media. I find it strange that I’m doing so, but it keeps reminding me of something my son told me once: He said his 5th grade teacher told his class that most of them (in that class) would eventually be in careers that they hadn’t even heard of yet. That was 7 years ago. And yeah, we hadn’t even heard of Facebook then. …
  7. Modern Family started its new season and came out with a bang. Hilarious. Phil cracks me up. The rest of my family loves Manny — my son said he wants a burgandy dinner jacket now.
  8. The idea of sending my son to college is freaking me out.
  9. Candy corn might be the greatest thing about fall. … Well, right there next to pumpkin-flavored frozen yogurt. (Maybe candy corn on pumpkin-flavored frozen yogurt. … hmm. …) I just had to buy a big bag of candy corn at Target. I’m weak, I tell ya, weak.
  10. September is not my favorite month. Aside from the debut of the candy corn, and Superman’s birthday (which is always fun, because he insists on it), September is usually one of anxiety for me. I’ll be glad to start October. 

Need Some Reading for a Fine Fall Day?

Oh! And if you need something to read asap on this fine fall day, be sure to swing by the Mills and Boon “New Voices” contest and give a read (and “rose vote”) to blogging friend Kwana Jackson of Kwana Writes and her story, Running in My Sleep. You’ll have to log in and register to vote, but you can read all you want!

I really like her story — I like that it’s done in first person, and it just has a whole lotta “fresh” feeling to it, so I think it’s a perfect “new voice” for contemporary fiction!

Go Kwana!

Why I Wrote The Story of How I Met Superman

Tomorrow is Superman’s birthday!

A lot of people ask me how the two of us met.

I usually answer quickly. It seems pretty straightforward: We met in high school.

But then everyone kind of recoils, aghast. High school? Really? That’s amazing. Sometimes they don’t say “amazing.” Sometimes they say things like “outrageous,” “unbelievable,” “unheard of,” and (my personal favorite) “no way.”

I’m getting sort of used to it, now that we have one foot in our second decade of being married, but it makes me think about the story in general. And I guess it is sort of strange. In this day when a lot of people don’t pass their seventh year of marriage, I guess it is pretty hard to believe you could stay in love with someone you knew as a teenager.

The people who find the story most unthinkable keep adding questions: “Haven’t you changed so much?” And I think, yeah. Of course. But we’ve changed together, I guess. And we’ve helped each other change. And we’ve watched each other change. That part seems so important to me, actually, to be in love – to know how the other person’s changed (from what to what). I find it odd to think of meeting someone in his 30s and thinking you can be in love with this person whose past you will never truly know, because you weren’t there. So the cocked head and disbelief go both ways, I guess.

Anyway, one of the stranger parts of my and Chris’ story – at least to me – is the fact that I never wrote it down.  Continue reading

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