Aug 29

Some of my loyal readers and friends have been complaining that Edgy Mama has lost her edge. Even non-friends have mentioned the same. The short-lived but lively local blog “Not Thomas Wolfe” called me “mundane Mama.” After I got over the initial five minutes of hurt, I found the moniker pretty funny. He/she was right, dammit!

Lately, I’ve been writing too much about my puppy, my kids, and my “other” writing. I haven’t thrown out much about sex, mid-life anxiety, controversial issues, or even books I’ve read. I’ve become mundane, mellow, and middle-aged.

Let’s examine this development. When I started blogging almost three years ago, I was hungry to revive the writing career that had slowed to a trickle during six years of birthing and caring for babies. I was feeling feisty, unfulfilled, and flirty.

What’s changed since then? Well, my freelance career has blossomed. I have a weekly biz profile gig for one newspaper. I’ve written a number of feature, entertainment, and health articles for that newspaper as well. I’ve written an article for a book that will be published in November. I’ve taken up photography, seriously, again and had photos published and been paid to photograph events (not weddings – don’t even ask). Recently, I started a dream gig – a weekly column about parenting from the pov of EM’s newly mundane, but still occasionally witty and snappy, voice (actually, I’m only contracted for two more weeks, but I think they’ll want me to continue – please, please).

In non-career news, my kidlings are older and more self-sufficient. I have more free time, more me time. I have a life outside the home. I’ve let go of my previous high standards for home cleanliness and organization. I realize that no one really cares when I don’t make up the beds or I let the kids live out of their (clean) laundry baskets for a few days.

Through my work and this bloggie, I’ve met and become friends with lots of bloggers, writers, photographers, and other creative folks in this quirky town. I’ve interacted with people from all nooks and crannies of life, from a pet psychic to a wealth management consultant to a covey of computer geeks.

There have been bumps along the road, but in truth, I tend to forgot about those pretty quickly. I haven’t written or tried to publish much fiction recently. An attempt to run a flash fiction site failed from lack of time, marketing, and good submissions. I’m about to add onto my home, which scares the bejezus out of me. But, otherwise, life’s cool.

Damn, I have lost some of the edge. It may come back. I could get hungry and feisty again. The crazy anony who, for the most part, have stopped spewing nastiness on the bloggie, could come back and get me riled up. Or I could just ignore them, delete their bad karmic comments, and keep my blood pressure stable.

So, what do y’all think? Am I losing the edge? And other than creating some kind of upheaval in my cool-ass life, how can I get it back?

Aug 28


I somehow managed to spend much of the past two days on the phone, and to my dismay, I am close to missing today’s deadline. I’ll make it, but I don’t like sliding in by the non-existent skin of my teeth.

I don’t often link to my weekly biz profiles here, because, unless you’re in Ashvegas, they’re probably not compelling, but this one, about our 31-year-old homemade ice cream shop, is fun.

Plus, who can resist photos of a cute baby chowing on cotton candy ice cream. I’ve decided that I should borrow a baby for every business photo shoot I do. Or maybe I should alternate taking a baby and Biscuit along. Because, really, the newspaper photos that people seem to like the most contain either babies or dogs.

Also, I believe if you’re going to eat ice cream, you should eat only the best. Unfortunately for my wallet, I believe that about most food.

Aug 27

You can read me here today in my weekly parenting column for Mountain Xpress. Thanks for all your support and clicky love!

Aug 26

If you missed the party last night, or if you were here but want more, pop on by this afternoon and help us finish the keg – Goldenrod Pilsner from local French Broad Brewery.

I’ll be the sweaty one with red-rimmed eyes nursing my ineptitude in a corner. But the Bisc is still cute.

Aug 26

Aug 24

The Musical Kegger ! Yes, it sounds like the name of a kletzmer band, but it’s actually a party. Some of you came to the last “sing if you want/drink all night” par-tay at the pnav. The next one will be next Saturday, August 25, starting at 7:00 p.m. I may have e-mailed some of you already, and E-spouse has e-mailed half of Asheville, but I don’t want to leave anyone out (unless you’re crazy or a stalker, in which case, you’re not invited).

So if you like to sing with a buncha sometimes on-key people playing a variety of instruments or if you like to drink beer with disaffected writer/blogger types and make fun of the folks singing, come on over. The couch will be on the lawn. The keg will be on the screen porch. I’ll not be singing. Unless the beer takes over.

E-mail me for directions if you need them: janusatannefittenglenndotcom. Parking might be tight, so carpool if you can. Hope to see you here!

Aug 22


This little church sits directly across the from one of Asheville’s fave dens of inequity, O’Henry’s gay bar. And you know it’s hot in there!

Aug 21


Eeeeekkkkkkk! I just found TWO fleas on the Bisc. TWO. That I had to track down under his wiry fur and crush between my fingernails like a mother chimpanzee. Then I combed him, suspiciously examining each bit of dirt removed in the process. Fleas!

Fleas on the pup who spent part of the night snuggling in MY bed against ME. Fleas on the pup whom I religiously dose with Sentinel once a month. Fleas on the pup who right now is sleeping on my favorite reading chair.

I’ve NEVER seen a flea on the cats, whom I dose regularly with Revolution. Maybe I should throw some extra Revo on the Bisc? Chemicals smemicals. I love the environment and my health as much as anyone else, but damn, I hate fleas. They are almost as bad as flies. Not quite, though.

I really, really hate flies. I bit E-spouse’s head off and considered feeding his brain to the seagulls when we were leaving the beach and he left the van open, every smucking door open, next to the full trash cans. There was an open banana on the boy’s seat. When I put my camera in the van, there were at least 20 flies buzzing around, INSIDE the van. I freaked. Poor E had to drive around the block with the windows open swatting flies out the window for like ten minutes while I hyperventilated and the kids hid.

Flies are disgusting. Their babies are maggots. They get nasty disease-ridden motes of blood and poop on their little insect legs. THEN they land on your food. The food that you’re about to put in your mouth.

Flies eat poop. Biscy eats poop too. But he’s adorable in every other way.

Aug 20

I’m writing here today! It’s my first PAID parenting column, and a bit of a test run for the newspaper’s blog, so click on over and let’s get the par-tay going!

Kisses for Monday!

Aug 16

Today was the second day of school for my kidlings. The second day of “big” school for the boy. They both are loving it. And Mama is loving it.

I’ve written a column about the first day, but I can’t share it with you until it’s published (Monday, I hope).

One of my highlights from day one was waking up the boy. The first thing out of his precious mouth was: “Mommy, I’m going to learn to read today!”

I told him he might learn some new words, but…

He interrupted me. “I’m going to learn to read and come home and read all the books in my room!”

After school, he said, “Well, I didn’t learn to read today. But I will soon.”

Gotta love the drive.

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