Invincible Summer

I promise to talk about less domestic things at some point, but I'm still in that critical nesting-the-place-up mode.  And I just bought a desk!  Now, I did have a writing desk in my old place.  It was also my breakfast nook, dining room table and chopping block.  It served its purposes well.  It had been in my family's home as a kitchen work surface, then I adopted it when I lived in Chico (way back in '96-'99) and used it as a dining room table.  Then it lived in my kind, former roommate's family's barn for a few years while I was away at Seminary, and she kindly gifted it back, complete with little mouse teeth nibble marks when I moved into San Francisco.  That table and I had history.  I wrote a memoir of all the homes I'd lived in on it, all of my MFA papers were written there, and the novel that I finished earlier this year was entirely drafted and re-crafted there.  And given my proclivity to inanimate object loyalty (see The Blue Armchair ), I felt b

A couple years ago my sweet brother bought me a domain name, just in case I'd want it.  He does stuff like that.  He even signed me up for Twitter before I knew what Twitter was.  He's not just in front of the social media surge, he's making sure I don't get drowned in the undertow.  But it wasn't until a year ago that I actually "adopted" the domain christinrice.com from him and enlisted my trusty all-things-computer-wise boyfriend to help me set this little baby up.   And now here we are a year later, time having surprised me with its slipperiness yet again. There are many things I have not yet accomplished with my blog that require a recommitment.  One of them is interviews with others around the topic of change.  While "turnover, transition and change" is the very thin glue I've tried to stick things together with here, I still haven't explored that subject as much as I've wanted to.  If you have an idea about change, or are i