The Blogging A to Z Challenge: An Unsanctioned Imitation – Day 3: C is for Chrysalis

Last month, I took my children (a.k.a. "the boy", age 7 and "the girl", age 2.5) to a Bubble Show at our library. It was a really cute presentation in which the performer, known as "The Bubble Man," slyly demonstrated several scientific principles for the children by showcasing his bubble making skills. And despite my … Continue reading The Blogging A to Z Challenge: An Unsanctioned Imitation – Day 3: C is for Chrysalis


S is for Surprise

If there are an infinite number of parallel universes with infinite versions of me, I can guarantee two things: not a single "parallel universe Tawn" would ever consider herself a morning person and each and every one of me hates surprises. I know this to be true because mornings and surprises are like anti-matter to … Continue reading S is for Surprise

R is for Resistance

It seems to me that on each of the countless occasions that the Federation has wiped the walls with the Borg (fine, maybe "just barely eked out a slight advantage to prevail at the last possible millisecond" is a little more accurate), that they would have figured out that resistance is definitely NOT futile. I … Continue reading R is for Resistance

Q is for Questionable

As a young student, I remember hearing "there is no such thing as a stupid question" stated firmly and repeatedly throughout my education. Occasionally, some smartass in the back of the class would add the prerequisite "only stupid people" to the end of that beloved idiom, but sometimes you just have to go with it … Continue reading Q is for Questionable

P is for Persephone

In Greek mythology, Persephone was the daughter of the mother goddess Demeter who was abducted by Hades, the god of the underworld. While being held in the underworld, she eats a pomegranate seed and is subsequently doomed to remain in the underworld for eternity until Demeter successfully argued that since only part of the pomegranate … Continue reading P is for Persephone

N is for Nothing

I cannot comprehend how my mother managed to inflict the "Mother's Curse" upon me without possessing a magic lamp inhabited by a genie or being a descendant of Romanian gypsies, but she did. My children are just like me. The boy is creative, disorganized and easily frustrated. The girl is friendly, caring and absurdly stubborn. … Continue reading N is for Nothing

L is for Lightning

Even as a child, I loved thunderstorms. I am completely enamored with everything about thunderstorms: the pelting sound of the rain punctuated by the growls of thunder, the beauty of the dark anvil lit in pinks and oranges by the setting sun, and the sudden illumination of lightning. However, at least once in my life, … Continue reading L is for Lightning