I’ve got a few snatches of things that are just swimming around in my head with no place to really go. That’s what I was thinking, until I remembered how the lovely Cheila does random thoughts posts, and I always love reading them. So here it goes. No pre-planned topics, just whatever shows up to
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Not only do I write in books, I love writing in books. Some of you are, without a doubt, putting your hands to your chest and sighing a yes. Some of you are making ugly faces. Tell me, which one are you? One of my favorite activities is to skim the pages of my books
Being a parent means the window seat will never be yours again.
Dear Readers, today I’m excited to tell you that I have posted, for the first time ever, a guest blog post. And who was it that was so kind as to ask me to stop by her blog? The always supportive, always thoughtful, Cheila at Pink for Days! When I got back into blogging after
Me: So how’s your day going? You tired? Did you eat well here or no? The Fly: Humans have no idea just how filthy their houses are. I’ll be living out the rest of my life here, Lady. Your house is a paradise. Me: How come you aren’t in the kitchen with the other flies?
Not long ago, I shared that I had gone to the used bookstore and brought home a new bundle of book babies. They’ve been getting cozy, and now I’d like to show them to you all. I have one or two copies of Robinson Crusoe already, but I couldn’t resist the raised texture of the
I’m a sporadic sort. Flighty, inconsistent, unreliable. I’m a free-spirit damn it! I’m not ashamed of it, but I am often ashamed of the consequences of it. When it comes to my failures at being a lady, the thing that shows my inconsistency more than anything else is probably the condition of my nails.
So while others have had shorter lives than mine and faster rises in readership, I accept anf respect the time that it took to get here.
Having grown up here, I had to grow to appreciate the beauty of Fort Lauderdale, and I’ve decided to share it with all of you through a series highlighting all of the beauty and fun of my hometown. Let’s start by adding water.
The evening glows under a sherbet-colored sky. Hanging from this sky, clouds– thick and heavy, low– their slow migration quiets the birds. The defiant chicks of each nest send out an occasionally sleepy chirp in rebellion of bedtime. Defiance seems universal. And then the crickets take over. 10 seconds of total silence in the night,
