Tuesday, February 26, 2013 at 2:18PM Mrs. G. 
Name one good thing that has happened to you today. Come on, just one, or three.
You woke up, that's one.
Womankind Sunday, February 17, 2013 at 1:01AM Mrs. G. Dear Derf Sisters,
I’m Ri-Len Lukens, but you can call me Ray. Some residents of the Women’s Colony may remember reading about my experiences in architecture school. The good news is that I graduated, found work, and had a grand time helping to design Head Start preschools and low income housing until October of 2008. Remember October of 2008? If not, this will jog your memory: it was the last time anyone was building Head Start Preschools or low-income housing.
Before the concrete truck arrives
The great news is that I am serving with Americorps. It’s like the domestic Peace Corps. Only instead of cataloging the lost tribes of New Guinea, I bring civilization to the wilds of Hillsboro, Oregon. And by civilization, I mean power tools. My assignment is to lead crews at Habitat for Humanity. I teach volunteers and homeowners the skills they need to build homes. The really exciting part is that we are about to break ground on the 2013 Women’s Build. A Women’s Build isn’t about excluding men. It is about giving women the opportunity to gain skills and confidence by working with an all-women team of crew leaders, volunteers and tradeswomen in a supportive and empowering building environment.
The best secret boyfriends in the world, and lots of coffee
It is the best job in the world.
Making a solid foundation
Ray and Nanette
Seriously, who would not love working with Nanette, who spends her Saturdays on site climbing into crawlspaces and roaming the rooftops to help build simple, decent, affordable housing for working families? Nan also blogs about the Women’s Build. There’s a Facebook page, so anyone who is interested can follow our exploits adventures extremely serious work. I do not use Facebook, but Nan assures me that anyone who uses Facebook can help the project along just by visiting the page and liking it. I have no idea what that means. It has something to do with the little thumbs-up thingies. We really need the support. If you want to see what Nan looked like after the concrete pour in the photos, see the evidence here.
Nanette, Paula, a few other women, and myself are seriously outnumbered by the fellas hereabouts. Please consider getting involved with Willamette West Habitat for Humanity’s Women’s Build, or seeing if your local Habitat affiliate has one planned. Come as you are. I’ll supply the power tools.
Womankind Sunday, December 16, 2012 at 8:48PM Mrs. G. 
Mrs. G. got together with her friends Jill and Brenda today. They try to get together once a week or so for coffee to visit and solve the world's problems. A few weeks ago, Mrs. G. and her family celebrated Thanksgiving with Brenda (above) and her family. After dinner they played a game called Loaded Questions. One of the questions was: What is something you really wanted for Christmas as a kid but never received? One of the many things that makes Brenda an ace friend is that she listens. Today she showed up and, out of the blue, gave Mrs. G. her most coveted childhood toy -- an Easy Bake Oven.
Off to bake Lilliputian cupcakes. Thanks pal. You're a good egg.
Also, doesn't Brenda have most excellent hair?
Thursday, October 4, 2012 at 4:31PM Mrs. G. 
It's 4:32pm, Mrs. G. hasn't even thought about cooking dinner or glittered any of her motherfucking gourds. She did manage to write her 1,000 words a day and fold a half of load of laundry. She'll get to the other half tomorrow.
So in an effort to avoid scrubbing the tub or mopping the kitchen floor, it occured to her that now would be a really good time to get to know each other. Ask Mrs. G. any question and she will answer it honestly. She will also ask some of you questions and you can decide if you want to answer honestly or lie. She'll never know the difference.
Put down what you're doing. Let your family make sandwiches for dinner and lets have a Thursday night derf hootenanny!
Womankind Sunday, September 30, 2012 at 4:12PM Mrs. G. Womankind Saturday, September 29, 2012 at 12:57PM Mrs. G. 
I’m closing in on the two year anniversary of the beginning of my journey back to health. Two years…and just a lifetime of change. What I have now is a universe of gratitude, and a heartfelt wish that I could give everyone this feeling...
Guest Blogger, Health, Womankind Friday, September 7, 2012 at 3:27PM Mrs. G. 
Last night, Mrs. G. was lying in bed thinking about the Women's Colony, not the blog, but the real, fantasy place.
It occurred to her that maybe at some point in time, we could pool our resources (maybe fundraise our asses off) and buy a house somewhere near water where we could rally at least once a year and timeshare with each other the rest of the time. Need a week off from stress of the job or the family? Women's Colony. Need some time to pull your shit together? Women's Colony. Need a women's weekend? Women's Colony. Need a place to snuggle with your husband/boyfriend? Holiday Inn.
You know, start small.
Be honest. Is this nuts?
Saturday, September 1, 2012 at 11:32PM Mrs. G. Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch.”
― Lili St. Crow
About twice a year Mrs. G. hits a creative wall and tries to convince herself and everyone she knows that she's done...over herself, out of funny.
And when she has hit this wall in the past, she has reached out to readers and they have managed to reel her back in. Is this cheating?" Who knows. "Is this lame?' Who's to say. It's worked in the past so Mrs. G. isn't going to examine its morality. She's just rolling with it.
What she asks from you: if you have a question, specific or random, a Bigger Love Episode request or are just feeling extra nosey, leave a comment and Mrs. G. will get right on it. No rules, sky's the limit.
Thank you.
