The Curse Of The Creative
There are certain rules that must never be broken. One that has always puzzled me is the unwritten rule that says we may not use cat fur for clothing. For some reason, cats are protected […]
Author: Liz McDonald
I am a recovering professional graphic designer and commercial illustrator formerly known as Mistress Pixel. Quite often I was a house painter. I am always a writer because I am told I am good at it.
I like humor, swearing, cooking, fitness, paisley, people, horses, dogs and cats. I also love traveling, hiking, partying, live music, Spanish, and my family.
My Very Special Black Friday
Thanksgiving rocks because it means spending quality time with family and friends, but what makes the day really special is knowing that after the last dish is washed, and the Thanksgiving candles are snuffed out […]
Waterbeds, Beetles and Ether: Should they be banned?
Long, long ago in the mid-80s, when hippies still slept in sloshy water beds with tacky wooden frames designed to contain the watery sack and its occupants, My Royal Consort and I had a little […]
I Would Totally Do Barack
Of course I would never do anything to hurt Michelle and the kids, or jeopardize national security, but if I was asked to, you know, do the president for the good of the people, I […]
My Kitchen Exorcism
The mania began in the pantry and only ended because I was exhausted. Down but not out, I vowed that I wouldn’t rest until I had rooted out and excavated every black hole in our […]
I’ve Been Very Naughty
The other night, I was feeling all bereft because I had just finished reading Lauren Groff’s wonderful book, Arcadia, so I went into my Kindle and started fishing around for something new and while I […]
Let’s Double Down
Over the last few weeks I had noticed that the expression “double down” has been popping up quite a bit with the politicians, and it was starting to get on my nerves. Romney must have […]
Me And Don Joy
When I woke up on Tuesday in the orthopedic wing following back surgery, I saw the name Don Joy written on the whiteboard at the end of my bed. I was already feeling very joyous because […]
Scenes From My Anxiety Closet
I never really deconstucted the phrase “scared shitless” until this morning following a compelling dream about actual, real crap, that clearly had everything to do with fear. After a year and two months of intractable […]
Your Physician Might Be Playing Pocket Pool
Last night My Royal Consort accidentally let slip one of the most closely guarded secrets of Dude Land. I’m not sure how it happened—maybe it was the glass of wine by the campfire following our […]