Robert Mugabe Militia Hacks, Burns Alive Opposition Leader’s Wife

The men who pulled up in three white pickup trucks were looking for Patson Chipiro, head of the Zimbabwean opposition party in Mhondoro district. His wife, Dadirai, told them he was in Harare but would be back later in the day, and the men departed.

An hour later they were back. They grabbed Mrs Chipiro and chopped off one of her hands and both her feet. Then they threw her into her hut, locked the door and threw a petrol bomb through the window.

The killing last Friday – one of the most grotesque atrocities committed by Robert Mugabe’s regime since independence in 1980 – was carried out on a wave of worsening brutality before the run-off presidential elections in just over two weeks. It echoed the activities of Foday Sankoh, the rebel leader in the Sierra Leone civil war that ended in 2002, whose trade-mark was to chop off hands and feet.

Mrs Chipiro, 45, a former pre-school teacher, was the second wife of a junior official of the Movement for Democratic Change (MDC) burnt alive last Friday by Zanu (PF) militiamen. Pamela Pasvani, the 21-year-old pregnant wife of a local councillor in Harare, did not suffer mutilation but died later of her burns; his six-year-old son perished in the flames.

God rest their souls.

The floods in the midwest, the fires, the tornados, hurricanes. Food riots, gas prices, foreclosures. It can all be so much to bear, but when I feel like this I give. I need to know I am doing SOMETHING to help-even if I can’t directly help the people in Zimbabwe.

With my free food I get from clipping coupons I’ve been able to bring bags of food to the loca pantry. You can do this too-and it will cost you next to nothing. http://www.thegrocerygame.com You’ll save $ for your family, and help someone else, too.

My heart’s been focused on Friends of Pine Ridge Reservation too. They can use your Box Tops for education, and your empty printer cartridges.

The only way we can fight back all of the darkness is to give.


I’m 36 almost 37. My husband is 45. 

I’m rooting for Obamessiah, he’s for McCain. It’s been a firey time in our house (and I have to wonder how Carville and Matalin do it).

Here’s where the gap comes in. He doesn’t believe that America can elect a black man for president yet. I tell him he’s lost touch with my generation (and even if I’m actually on the tail end of his, being a Heinz 57 like I am, I tend to be much more sensitive to the anti racism feelings of the youngers, having those same feelings myself). As we were reading the papers Sunday morning we had that exact discussion-except I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about because he was an old fart. He promptly sniffed, snapped up the paper and plotted his revenge. 

I’ll have to pick fights with him like that again sometime. 


I love the whole world

There Came a Killing Frost

Look! HOTNESS. I swears, it’s making me into a mantitty ho. And the Luurvly dip of the jeans, MmmMmmMmm. You think the cover is tasty? You should read the book! And thank your lucky stars, you can! 



Time-traveler. Cowboy. Assassin. Kit Frost has been all three, and more, but he’s never stooped to slave running, and he doesn’t intend to start now. So he announces when he arrives in a brothel to collect his cargo, only to be handed the drugged body of beautiful Lourdes Carterro. 

But Lourdes isn’t a slave. She’s a trained sexual submissive in thrall to a wealthy and powerful man. Her escape attempt may have failed, but she isn’t so submissive that she’s ready to give up. She’ll use her skills to lull Kit, to make him think she’s weak and easily controlled, and then she’ll find her way to freedom. 

Before long, Kit’s worn leather belt has strapped Lourdes to the bed, and she’s begging for his rough touch. But Kit finds new ways to torture her with pleasure, and soon she wonders … can she run away if running away means leaving Kit behind? 


Keep checking back for when I get to pimp her next out, a m/m named Wild Horses which happens to be one of my favorite’s she’s ever written. 




Today is the day!!!!

We’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! Learning, reading books, talking openly and honestly about our feelings. We even bought clothes for the occasion.

What’s our special day?


Poor kid!


I have normally trained my kids in a few days-two to three at the most so there is the possiblity that this could be the last week of diapers EVER inmy house. Think -7 kids, and this may be the last one. *blissful sigh*


I may make us a cake. 



(yes, I know that other countries potty train at 4 months or earlier-I was trained at 9 myself, but we were in Brazil and I had constant rashes. So sue me, I hold out for 2.5)

Oh! Shiny!

Pretty shiny space

In our house THIS is about as fun as fun can be. As you can imagine, homeschooling astronomy geeks are sqeaking with glee. At least at my house. Not to mention how it gives the writers imagination a injection of Super Creativity Juice.

Worldwide Telescope


Where I will be buying most of the Christmas Presents for Hatchling #3

If none of that makes you lose hours of your day Kristen’s Letter to her Cat cracked me up. Go say Hi!

Finishing up the YA

This is what I have playing on the iPod. Most of the time music gives me the atmosphere I need to get on the page.