tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58460322008-03-28T12:09:40.667-05:00LaurelBlogger1118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-49281312731265164922008-03-22T13:33:00.003-05:002008-03-22T13:40:59.874-05:00

I am moving. I am not leaving you, but I currently have too many abodes, and so I am folding my old life into my new. I am shacking up at my flashy new pad, and bring all my old baggage with me (of course). Please follow me? Please bookmark the NEW SITE? I promise to continue embarassing myself. Hopefully more frequently than I of late. If you don't, I'll miss you... xoL

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-66725170451835590172008-03-09T15:12:00.005-05:002008-03-09T15:28:07.568-05:00

Yesterday, we went to Chattanooga, for a birthday party, and to wander. And it was so nice. Lunch at the deli. Mose rode an elephant at the carousel. We cruised North Chatt, the South Side, St. Elmo. Drove up the mountain, to Point Park, and looked out over the city, and the states beyond. It was... it was... it was... BEAUTIFUL! And I realized something. That I don't HATE Atlanta at ALL

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-79872753305654685012008-03-03T07:45:00.002-06:002008-03-03T07:46:15.392-06:00

I turned in my book! Now we just have to edit it, and edit it, and edit it... and do all the rewriting associated with those edits. In other news, the house is clean-ish, and spring has SPRUNG!

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-47217743188931821022008-02-27T10:26:00.003-06:002008-02-27T10:34:49.380-06:00

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-10741270897803445772008-02-26T15:05:00.005-06:002008-02-26T15:21:01.817-06:00

Not too long ago I decided that... I am NOT A HOUSEWIFE! I am a stay-at-home-mom, which is NOT the same thing. In case you are an absolute moron and don't know the difference... Moms: Educate, cuddle, feed, clothe, talk to, entertain, enjoy, sing with, bathe, and reprimand (among other things), their KIDS. Moms are busy building human beings. Which is a full time job. Housewives:

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-21084975792689520992008-02-20T19:44:00.003-06:002008-02-21T07:41:59.408-06:00

If, on a regular basis, you're rubbing your kid down with hand sanitizer, you are: a. too lazy to wash b. a neurotic freakshow c. both In any case, you're driving me kinda nuts.

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-51223764586599288462008-02-11T13:21:00.000-06:002008-02-11T13:22:54.874-06:00

And there is glitter...

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-16954492374266798012008-02-11T12:54:00.001-06:002008-02-11T12:54:36.720-06:00

... that "haha" is always a part of brouhaha...

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-40262207233080619592008-02-06T07:45:00.000-06:002008-02-06T08:04:34.043-06:00

So... I went to vote yesterday, in Georgia, in my largely African-American precinct. In GEORGIA! Super Tuesday. Usually the folks working the polls are little old (I mean OLD) church ladies in big hats. And things feel sad, empty, bleak. I do not live in an area with a lot of political activism or energy. But yesterday they were all kinds of folks-- middle aged dad types and young

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-2465437456467878952008-02-02T19:30:00.000-06:002008-02-02T19:36:57.984-06:00

I'm not likely to be blogging much at all. I have a BIG deadline looming, and then a smaller deadline looming, and then... oh, yeah... I have two kids. Speaking of which, Lew is crawling and pulling up and starting to cruise. So life has gotten hectic (but cute as hell). The other day I turned around and he'd gone to the bathroom, pulled up on the edge of the tub, and was splashing in the

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-62172641301018429702008-01-24T21:01:00.001-06:002008-01-24T21:18:57.096-06:00

Sarah, who often makes me want to move back to Iowa City, asks, "What's your mundane?" And her mundane makes me feel I should make coffee before I kick hubby out the door, that I am a bad wifey. But here it is anyway, my mundane: Alarm goes off and we ignore it, usually until about 7. There is almost always a munchkin in the bed. Hubby rouses hisself and when he is into the shower, I

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-38988678064794045972008-01-21T14:32:00.000-06:002008-01-21T14:41:01.488-06:00

Last year I did a panel at AWP about poets who begin to write nonfiction, and it was a HOT topic. Because there's something weird (one panelist used the word "shame" and pretty much started a housefire) about working in prose. You can argue if you want, but it's there... in a lot of us. Some sense that we've sold out. For money, a readership... But there are many wonderful reasons to work in

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-46802802644536908982008-01-17T10:54:00.000-06:002008-01-17T10:55:52.282-06:00

I'm a PLAGIARIST! No kidding... And my cover is blown. Crap!

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-62666624395471220322008-01-15T19:50:00.000-06:002008-01-15T20:48:32.366-06:00

If Jon Scieszka is the ambassador to children's literature, am I a developing nation? A foundling city state? A low level official getting the brush off? Who cares! I met Jon "rhymes with Fresca" Scieszka. Little 'ol me. And he was nice. And funny. And he held the galleys for Up and Down the Scratchy Mountains while I pestered a stranger into taking our picture. And then he graciously

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-54861179765950681152008-01-13T17:42:00.000-06:002008-01-13T17:43:49.925-06:00

I am going to submit to this very cool thing. I hope you will too! Open call for collaborations (second call) The Last Book is a project to compile written as well as visual statements in which the authors may leave a legacy for future generations. The premise of the project is that book-based culture is coming to an end. On one hand, new technologies have introduced cultural mutations by

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-53426885298622545062008-01-07T00:04:00.001-06:002008-01-07T00:06:57.586-06:00

...when you *don't* see me at AWP? I'm sad I can't got, but I have work to do. Babies to snuggle. Deadlines to make. In other news... I know a secret. A big big BIG SECRET!!!! In still other news, my New Year's Resolution this year is a BIGGIE. I have resolved to do everything I can to avoid engaging in any passive-aggressive interactions. Having determined it is the root of most evil, I

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-4608597534288532182008-01-02T08:41:00.001-06:002008-01-02T13:46:29.909-06:00

Public Domain? Nope, but it would seem that if we (meaning the US) had "normal" copyright law, Laura Ingalls Wilder would, in fact, be entering the public domain today... Check out the full story here! Thanks to James for the link! (and a side note, is anyone else offended by the new cover, in which the amazing old Garth Williams illustrations have been replaced with something that looks

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-76704473347534541992007-12-31T14:28:00.000-06:002007-12-31T14:29:26.018-06:00

The Georgia Review has just reviewed Daphne & Jim!!! I haven't even seen it, but no matter what they say, I'm honored. Yowza!

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-37294204355438500032007-12-21T15:48:00.000-06:002007-12-21T15:52:45.071-06:00

You discover you own more than 3 whisks, but have not had time to use them in months... AND You accidentally get a mom-haircut... BUT You do not care... (I find this an interesting idea-- that moms do not intentionally get "mom-cuts", but arrive at them by accident, and then are just too tired/busy/shlubby to do anything about it)

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Despite the loss of my office, I'm busy as can be, setting up this new blog for the Class of 2k8!!! If you're into new new books for children, fantabulous reads from debut authors, you should drop by and/or link us. This is where the kidliterati while their hours... (Okay, that's not what you'd call "true". Not yet anyway.) Oh, and... in addition to that, I'm in Marathon Key for the

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-24781367034423109802007-12-18T13:31:00.000-06:002007-12-18T13:51:09.753-06:00

(what my "office" looks like now) There's something sad/hard/funny about the fact that the same week a picture of my office gets posted to the web, in an archive of writers' desks... I remake my office, convert it into a playroom. Sigh. Do I need to email Jennifer and tell her that it's all a lie? That really I now write in my kitchen, while a choo-choo train winds its messy way

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-7420383273661315662007-12-11T15:43:00.000-06:002007-12-11T15:44:28.369-06:00

I gots me a new website. Fancy and shmancy, both!

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-32518472551770806342007-12-09T09:02:00.000-06:002007-12-09T19:18:01.899-06:00

This review at Luna is overwhelming. I teared up reading it. It's an incredible gift, being read, really read. I'm immensely grateful Thank you, Nate Sawson.

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-29298722616849296182007-12-09T08:30:00.000-06:002007-12-09T08:33:10.716-06:00

A review! A review of "Myth of the Simple Machines"! At The L Magazine! And a more generous and wonderful review I could not ask for: The beauty of a simple machine is its ability to accomplish something extraordinary simply: a pen, say, some paper, and the capacity to leap headfirst into the realm of the imagination. Laurel Snyder’s verse is a simple machine in itself, and this collection

Laureltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846032.post-43476243473143269142007-12-05T14:38:00.000-06:002007-12-05T14:40:19.136-06:00

Happy Chanukah to YOU... Happy Chanukah dear reader... Happy Chanukah to yoooooooooooooo... Mose doesn't understand why he's not supposed to blow out the menorah. And any explanation seems complicated. ... And so it was that Laurel entered the age of "because I said so". It's good to be the queen!

Laurel