TéléphoneLast night I played a new game… well, new to me….it’s probably old to a lot of people, but if you’ve never played telephone pictionary, here’s how it works:

Everyone sits in a circle (It’s probably best to play with a larger group of people…we had 13).

Each person gets a stack of small blank sheets of paper. The number of sheets corresponds to the number of people playing (13 players = each person gets 13 sheets of paper)

On the first sheet, each player writes a phrase. (It’s good to give everyone a time limit – 30 seconds is usually enough)

When the timekeeper says “Go,” everyone passes their stack of paper to the right.

Each player looks at the phrase, puts the sheet with the phrase at the back of the pile and draws a picture that they think best represents the phrase.

When time is up, everyone passes to the right.

You look at the picture, move the top sheet to the back of the pile, and write the phrase you think best represents the picture…

Keep going until you receive your original stack.

The stories that come out of this game are nothing short of amazing.

I started out with “serial killers” (I’ve been watching a lot of Dexter lately) and ended up with “lightning kitteh, zappin’ your erf”

It’s pretty great 🙂



Earlier today, as I was walking up the stairs in the parking garage where my car lives, I saw a hawk. He was stuck between the mesh railing and the window. The garage has large open-air windows. I think he must’ve flew in one of those and then hit the glass and fell trying to fly out. When he heard me come up the stairs he started flapping his wings violently, beating them against the mesh and the glass.

I walked away quickly, hoping he would stop. When he did, I peeked around the stairwell and looked at him. He (or maybe she) was beautiful, light brown with dark brown speckles, yellow and brown frightened eyes. I wanted to help him but knew if I came any closer he would start flapping again and even if I got him out, he would probably claw at me….and I wouldn’t blame him.

So instead I called the humane society, who directed me to animal control who sent me to the other animal control who transferred me to the police who sent me to the university police where I was transferred yet again to someone named “Tony” who told me he’d be there within the hour.

I wanted to see what would happen to the hawk so I waited.

and waited

and waited.

Tony lied.

I called the police department again. They said he would come but wouldn’t give me an exact time.

Well, my toes, even in my warm $20 Target boots were about to go numb, so I waited another 5 minutes and went on my way.

So here I am, at the coffee shop where I’m *supposed* to be doing work, wondering about this hawk, who by the time I left had freed himself from his mesh prison but was just sitting on top of the rail, confused or possibly hurt. I hope he’s okay, and if he’s not, I hope Tony takes him to a wildlife shelter.

Hawk hovering

Puppy Love

These timber wolves made my day.

Thanks Jacqueline Crivello and National Geographic.

Who knew wolves could be so cute?


It’s hard to know when someone just wants someone to listen and when someone wants advice.

Does anyone ever really want advice? Even when they ask for it?


Possible belated resolution(s): Dispense advice as infrequently as possible. Listen instead.

YA fiction

I read a lot of books. More recently, I’ve been reading a lot of young adult fiction.

I have an excuse (do I need one?)

Anyway, here it is: I’m in graduate school studying to become a librarian for youth and young adults.

But really, I would enjoy reading the books regardless.

I just finished Love Is the Higher Law. Like all good readers, I chose it because of the cover. The title was good (though some might object to stealing U2’s lyric, I approved), David Levithan is a pretty accomplished YA writer, and the picture suggested a 9/11 theme.

I was intrigued. Not that many YA writers have written about the subject. Probably because it was “too soon.” Was it? maybe. But in the author’s note, Levithan explained that 10 years later, a lot of his readers were too young to remember that day that no one can forget. So he wrote it down. Not an easy thing to write, when the people who were old enough to remember have their own memories etched so perfectly in their minds that reading someone else’s perspective can just seem…wrong. But even so, I’m glad someone’s writing something.

I won’t lie, I spent a lot of time trying to figure out a good title for this blog.

It’s not easy, thinking of a title.

But I came up with this one after the holidays. My grandma (Nana) holds a Christmas Eve party every year that features cold cuts and a family-wide gift exchange. The gifts at this holiday celebration seem to have exploded in recent years. Mostly because as more cousins have babies, there are more people at Christmas Eve and buying toys for kids is way more fun than buying socks and handkerchiefs.

Ok. None of that was relevant, except the mention of Nana.

Nana is the best. She is in her 80’s and is the grandma who sends out cards every holiday with $2 bills in them and writes beautiful notes in impeccable handwriting and in conversation, instead of saying “etc.” or “you know” or “and so on,” she says “and what have you.” It might be a common phrase, but I have never heard anyone but Nana say it. So this blog (which isn’t really much about anything in particular) instead of being called something like “etc.” or “you know” or “and so on” is “and what have you.”

Thanks for reading and I’ll try my best to continue posting.

– Michelle