Guest Post: Erica, of A Sign of Life, on How to Bathe a Cat

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The first thing you notice about Erica is that she’s foxy.

Check out her blog, A Sign of Life. Foxes. Everywhere. The tagline: “seeking forward motion one sign of life at a time.” Amid the foxy theme is fiction and poetry. There’s also soul-baring posts from one who admits, “I think too much and write to little.”

She first happened upon the CD for the Honesty Day lies post, and stuck around.

I’ve told her the story of the fox who greeted me outside a hotel. On a trip to Boone, N.C., I went to the car to get something during the night, and there she stood on a high retaining wall. I could see only her silhouette.

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Awkward and Beautiful, in a Yellow Kayak

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Awkward is the easy part.

It’s the beautiful I have a problem with.

This Beautifully Awkward Project isn’t easy. I have a great list of ideas from you all, from yoga class to community service to block parties. I will choose another for the next of three installments on this endeavor I’ve taken on with fellow blogger Melissa Bond.

(Read what Melissa did, here.)

For round 1, I took to the seas. And by seas, I mean a flat-water lake as part of the U.S. National Whitewater Center in Charlotte.

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Go Ask Daddy About New Teams, Hoop Dreams and Screams That Make You Want to Throat Punch

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Feels like I’m going all Aristotle lately.

Why this, why that. Philosophy in everything, from my soccer matches to my blog posts to my eggs over easy with a warm tortilla. (I just like to think about breakfast). Kelly McKenzie’s blog, Just Typikel, is to blame for this brain hyperactivity.

She asked why we return to some blogs, but not others.

I’ll tell you why.

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What We are Chicken Of, in 6 Words

chicken dayYou can call a man many things.

Good for nothin’. Jackass. Idiot. Moron, dumbass, !@#$ for brains. You can belittle his race, his creed, his hockey team, or his hair. Cast him adrift because of his heritage or religion or sexual orientation. Classify his face, his soul, or his manhood.

Few things, though, sting like being called chicken.

Every month, I compile a post called “6 Words.” Hemingway inspired it when he said any story can be told in a six-word sentence. I recently asked bloggers, friends, strangers, and a few strange blogger friends to respond to a prompt.

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How Can You Help Me Become Beautifully Awkward?

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photo credit: JD Hancock via photopin cc

I need you to help me get outside of my comfort zone.

Like many of us, I gravitate toward the easy. I’ll talk with people like me. If there aren’t any around, I’ll keep to myself. With my laptop. Or a cookie. Often, both. It’s easy to strike up conversations with parents or someone in a Charlotte 49ers jersey.

Blogger Melissa Bond and I will embark on a three-week journey called Beautifully Awkward Project.

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Go Ask Daddy About Inflections, Infractions, and the Voice of Garfield

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I’m at that golden age of 42.

It doesn’t feel magic. It doesn’t suck, either. Pretty much, I can handle most of what I could at 32. Only I feel it more at the end of the day. But it’s not what I expected. And I have only two months to figure out the secrets of the galaxy.

Ever read A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? In it, Douglas Adams says 42 was the answer to to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.

He later said 42 was a joke. I thought I could still find the answer, at age 42. I have just less than two months left to figure it out. All I know now is that I can see better with my new glasses.

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Guest Post: Julia of Diary of a Word Nerd, on Why Parenting Requires a Lollipop

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I read a lot. But I don’t reeeaad.

It’s like, do you hear Jimmy Hendrix? Or do you just listen to Jimmy Hendrix? (Thanks, Wesley Snipes in White Men Can’t Jump.) I read many blogs. I read comments and I read scouting reports for my fantasy football players.

I might read bios of NPR reporters and meteorologists.

To reeeaad, I need an actual bookJulia Tomiak reads enough for us both. She writes the blog Diary of a Word Nerd. A lifelong reader, Julia took a similar career path as me. It starts on the school paper, lead to college and advanced degrees and parenthood.

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