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Let's Panic: The Book!

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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
who Will Ruin Your Body, Destroy Your Life, Liquefy Your Brain,
and Finally Turn You
into a Worthwhile
Human Being.

Written by Alice Bradley and Eden Kennedy

Some Books
I'm In...

Sleep Is
For The Weak

Chicago Review Press

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Let's Panic

The site that inspired the book!

At LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES, Eden Kennedy and I share our hard-won wisdom and tell you exactly what to think and feel and do, whether you're about to have a baby or already did and don't know what to do with it. → 


I. Hate. Homework. 

(sample page in Henry's Math Investigations workbook, not even a little bit edited by me! I SWEAR)

1. 48 divided by 8 = ? Show your work.

2. Let's say you have 48 cookies and you must divide them equally among eight people. How many would you give them? Show your work some more.

3. Now what if you had 48 gum balls, smart brains? And 8 ponies? How many gum balls would each pony get? Show your work. But a different way this time.

4. Okay NOW we're going to imagine you have 48 headaches and only 8 skulls! DIFFERENT THINGS! How many headaches does each skull get? SYW. (That's short for Show Your Work. Really mix it up this time, would you? We get bored.)

5. This one's new, promise. 48 candy corns, 8 socks. Put an equal number of candy corns in each sock. See? Candy corn + socks = fun! (You better show your work AGAIN but this time in an equally FUN way.)

6. How were the above questions different? Explain.

7. Explain more. Draw stuff for us about how you're explaining. Really show us your work.

8. Are you yelling at your mom about how you don't want to do your homework? How much?

9. Hey, what are you thinking right now?

10. We're desperately unhappy people. This is probably because there are 48 of us, and only 8 desks. How many people should sit at each desk? Show your work.

11. Seriously, show us. We should mention that Tad is hogging one desk all to himself, and Linda and Jason are making out at another one, and one desk is infested with spiders; two others are in an alternate dimension and if you try to use them you're torn in half; three desks are in this one corner of the office where the lights stopped working and we can hear someone or something in there growling and snapping. Wait, that's all the desks. But where .... where are we?

12. Show our work. Oh, God, show our work! 


Love is patient, love is kind 

I couldn't be happier that Obama was re-elected, but what drove me to tears was the fact that gay marriage passed everywhere it was on the ballot. Things are changing.

I watched this video the other day with Henry and Scott and I cried and cried. And Henry was like, what's the big deal, here? Of course people who love each other should be married.

Of course. Henry's growing up in a country where, state by state, people are catching on. Of course, of course.

Whether you're as thrilled as I am by last night's election results or not, please, please don't forget that there are so many people rocked by Hurricane Sandy who are suffering immensely. People with no power, no heat--people who have lost homes and loved ones. Cool Mom Picks has a great round-up of charities that could use your donations. You can register for a month of writing prompts (which will help benefit Masbia, a soup-kitchen network), or donate on your own. And check out Occupy Sandy's registry of needed supplies. This crisis is nowhere near over, and there's another storm coming tonight.


Get a month of writing prompts, and help a good cause

The Practice of Writing course is almost over, and it's been a fantastic experience. So much so that I'm going to offer the course again, the next one beginning December 31st. Mark your calendars! I'll have more information on the class near the end of November.

Meanwhile, my next offering, which will be begin December 1st, is A Month of Writing Prompts. Every day you'll receive a prompt in your inbox, written by me. I'm a huge proponent of writing every day, no matter what, and prompts are a perfect way to get started. 

A Month of Writing Prompts is for you:

  • If you're trying to start a daily writing practice
  • If you want to write but feel like you need a little inspiration
  • If you're in a writing rut
  • If you're just finishing NaNoWriMo and/or NaBloPoMo and you want to keep the momentum going

The fee for A Month of Writing Prompts is $30 (that's one dollar a day, plus a bonus day for FREE), and I will donate 30% of net proceeds for this class to Masbia, a nonprofit soup kitchen network and food pantry in New York. I have been very, very impressed with the service Masbia has been providing hungry New Yorkers in the wake of Sandy, and I want to help them all I can.

(When you purchase your Month of Prompts, please make sure to indicate if you want your prompts to be sent to a different email address. Thanks!)



Thanks for nothing, Nature

All is fine here in the Finslippy household. Unlike so many other people, we have power. We didn't have any flooding or serious damage. We are so very lucky. But holy cow, was that ever not a thing that we enjoyed. Never in my life did I imagine I'd worry about the roof over our heads tearing right off. Turns out I didn't like it. I do not recommend it even a little.

You know, natural disasters are not a thing you expect when you live in the city of New York. We live here specifically because we do not prefer to consort with Nature. We don't live in the Midwest because of the whole tornado thing. We don't live on the West Coast because of when the Big One hits and that whole section of the country slides into the sea. (Sorry, guys.) We don't live in the South because, I don't know, scorpions and shit. I mean, yes, there are other reasons for us to live here, like our jobs and our families and whatever, but mostly we're avoiding the rattlesnakes and the mudslides and the awesome powers of dangerous, terrible Nature. Nature and her many spiders, most of which want to kill us. (I think.) (I may not be right about that.)

So instead of living in God's country, where we could stand in awe of Gaia and her bounty/wrath, we live in God-has-forsaken-us country, where we don't have natural vistas but we *do* have the assurance that we'll never look upon our vista and see an avalanche bearing down on us. In the summer it smells like garbage, sure, but as recompense we don't get forest fires.That was the deal. We had a deal, Nature! (I think I was wrong about the deal. Granted, it was sort of an unspoken thing.)

I hope that from now on we only have to deal with rats and religious pamphleteers, but all signs point to "nope." I think we might need to find someplace less disaster-prone, like the Earth's core. Is that an option? Anyone looking into that?

At any rate, we're okay. I'm so thankful we ended up okay. I hope with all my heart that you're okay, as well. If you can help out, please join me in donating to the Red Cross.

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