Past Selves
Friday, 10-2-87  6:03 p.m.Dear Diary,At this moment I'm talking to my best friend Danet and writing at the same time.  Isn't that amazing?That's the first entry in my first diary.  My seventh grade self was easily amazed, I think.  But so began my first journal, and I've been journaling ever since.  Truthfully, I don't do it as of

Todos Somos Yoani
“Hasta aquí llegaste Yoani" ("This is as far as you go, Yoani") and  “Ya se te acabaron las payasadas," ("Your clowning is over") said the Cuban thugs who sequestered and beat the influential Cuban bloggers Yoani Sanchez, and her blogging friends Claudia Cadelo, Orlando Luis Pardo, and Ciro Díaz.  According to Yoani, and Claudia, who attempted tweeting the event, the fours

NaNoWriMo and the Novel I'm NOT Writing
So, November has rolled around, and I'm a-NaNoWriMoin' once more.  The novel my Edna is currently shopping owes much of its existence to NaNoWriMo 2008.  I didn't quite meet the 50, 000 word mark that month, but I did get over some serious blo

A Super Halloween
Can she leap tall buildings in a single bound?  Is she faster than a speeding bullet?  Does she stand for truth, justice and the American way?Meh.  Not so much.  But she IS Super-cute, isn't she?There were many Supergirls and Supermen during last night's *Downtown Trick or Treat, but I'm not sure any of them knew as much about Clark Kent and Lois Lane and their romantic e

Caribbean Soul
El Morro in Old San Juan  Traveling somewhere new is always stressful.  Unfamiliar geographies, local customs, and strange airports make me nervous.  I'm a homebody, understand.  Always have been.  When I was nine, and boarded a cruise ship for the first time, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were definitely going to sink.  I counted lifeboats over an