Happy Fall, Bitches!
My most favorite of all seasons!
There’s the pumpkin
And the carving of said pumpkins
The Pumpkin Walk at the beautiful Bainbridge Island Gardens
And the Harvest Fair at Johnson Farm
Super Squash Scavenger Hunt at the beautiful Bloedel Reserve
Thanksgiving, when I can get the entire family to help me cook
Washington state apples
What are your most favorite things of all?
Jessica Star Rockers http://jessicastarrockers.com I grew up in the farmlands of Illinois and through my education and travels eventually made my way to the Pacific Northwest island I now call home. I have an MFA in Creative Nonfiction and Literary Editing & Design. After graduation I worked as an editor for several lit magazines including Willow Springs, Crab Creek Review and the strange fruit. For a while I taught college writing classes. My publishing credits include r.k.v.ry, NO, Melusine, 27 rue de flueres, Feminist Review, and Emerald City, among others. In 2006 I released an album called Beloved On Earth, and toured for a year playing my folks songs to anyone who would listen. (A handful of people even bought the album!) These days I write about faith and addiction and help lead worship at Cedars UU church. Sometimes they even let me preach. My essay “Jesus Loves Me,” is forthcoming in the anthology Potty Stories & other Bathroom Mishaps coming out in 2015 from Monkey Star Press.
Jennifer Kakutani http://mermaidcity.blogspot.
Sarafina Bianco graduated from Missouri State University with a Bachelor of Science in secondary education, English. An avid reader and learner, Fina took her passion for words into a classroom until she found herself in a nightmarish, abusive relationship that ultimately ended in her losing her job, car and house before she freed herself from him. She started her blog to help heal the hurt caused by a monster she once loved, and the rest is history.You can find her words at http://sarafinabianco.com, until September 8th, when her first book The House on Sunset will be released. She has left the classroom for good, in hopes she can be an advocate for women, men and children who are still living inside the nightmare of domestic abuse. She currently lives with her husband and three dogs in St. Louis, Missouri.
I’ve been gone so long from this space, and I apologize. I’ve missed you! I’ve missed being here sharing scenes from my crazy life. There are a few reasons I haven’t been here in a month. The first is that I’ve been in a deep funk. A dark place. I’ve spent most of my energy getting myself out of bed by noon and getting on with the business of daily life with 3 kids at home for the summer. Fear not, the fog is lifting and I’m feeling like my old self again.
I’ve also been writing for our local magazine. My deadline looms, therefore I haven’t had the time or energy to write anything in this space. I begin teaching social media marketing classes in the fall and have been preparing for those. One set is for writers and the other is for everyone. I get nervous and insecure about these things so a lot of my energy has been spent worrying about these workshops. I know, I’m a neurotic nutcase. It’s ok. That’s how I operate. I know I’ll rock the workshops, but in the meantime I freak out.
And you guys!!! My 10 minute play has been in rehearsals that I have been fortunate enough to have been invited to attend! (Not all directors will do that). I’m so excited for this play!
Lastly, my photog and my web designer are working to make this a brand new site! I’m so excited for that to happen! But I’m over the current site and don’t want to hang out here. Very immature of me, I realize.
I promise to be back here regularly again very soon. In the meantime here is a lovely photo of me (smoke + mirrors, I do not look like this in real life) the extremely talented Lisa S. Dunham of LSD Photography took of me. Wait until you see the others!! They’ll be on the new site. Stay tuned.
You guys! Dig if you will this picture: I innocently walk out of my room into the living room this morning and it’s a fucking pig sty. Ice cream wrappers all over the floor, an empty box of drumsticks (ice cream), an errant strawberry under the couch, blankets and pillows everywhere and sleeping children. In the kitchen I find more of the same plus melted chocolate ice cream all over my counter top. I go into the bathroom and there on the floor are clothes and crackers. Did I mention the toilet hadn’t been flushed? Pigs, I tell you! PIGS! Animals. Drunken wild boar with no manners. Assholes. My kids.
I fly into a rage that sends each of them scattering – of course not to help me pick up, just to get the fuck away from the crazy woman on a rampage. I somehow get the youngest two out of the house and to their day camps. I spend the next two hours cleaning up their messes, muttering to myself and wishing I could just get drunk but I can’t because I have to pick the little shits up from camp.
Cut to this afternoon where I’m doing laundry, the kids have helped me pick up and I’m trying to go through their crap they brought home from school. The doorbell rings. A nice guy man is standing at my door with a beautiful bouquet of spring flowers with little airline bottles of vodka coming out of it!!!! Topped with a fucking butterfly! PEOPLE it’s like a gift sent straight from heaven. It was sent from an angel on earth, my sweet friend, Christina.
How freaking thoughtful and awesome is that?! Just when I was about to kill them all and myself too. (kidding, but you feel me)
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