Stories from a Cantankerous Imagination
'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house A movie tried to be a musical for two scenes About this, I will grouse The time has come once again for my annual Christmas movie blog, and I didn't think I could top Good Knight or Princess Switch. I mean they are just so... Continue Reading →
I think a lot about the things that used to set my soul on fire. Hours, days, weeks spent indulging in this hobby or that activity. When I was a kid, there was nothing that made me more elated—or enraged—than the piano. I started playing when I was seven, and took to the instrument like... Continue Reading →
It's the morning after I watched an act of insurrection play out in front of me live on Twitter, and I can't stop thinking about Grant and Emilia. Full disclosure: they're not real. Not in the social security, birth certificate number sense, but as real as characters in my manuscript can be. Their stories take... Continue Reading →
I don't know what to say. Writing is where I go to process things I don't understand. This morning, I'm out of words. Over the weekend, I witnessed an explosion of righteous anger. I watched Black people march down the streets of major American cities, including my own here in Ohio, protesting injustice when they've... Continue Reading →
I know things are hard right now and it isn't easy to find a bright spot in this strange time, but I wanted to note that today is a special day for me. It's the 30th anniversary of my cancer suvivorship day. Somehow, on this day, the notion of being alive feels very big, very... Continue Reading →
K E Hubbard 