Category Archive: author

Books. But also, spilt milk

Where to even begin? Let’s start with all the books. All of them. Because that’s what I’ve been doing since I last posted. Reading and reading and reading. In between books, somehow my… Continue reading

Classic investigation

I’ve been dabbling in the classics lately… Dabbling, when I imagine what that word would look like as a sketch, is a lot like toes in a koi pond. Don’t you think? How… Continue reading

April reads

It’s a new week and there are a ton of things to read out there. Let’s get started with what’s on my list for the next 7 days… 1) Jojo Moyes “Me before… Continue reading

Ghost baby: or how I am not the Boss

I slowly and extremely carefully walked upstairs, hesitating on the landing before the last few steps. I shuddered at the thought of what I’d see there. I knew it was there. I could… Continue reading

Where I discuss books. As per usual…

Winter in Florida is like no other. Mainly because to everyone else in the world, it is not. It’s like an endless Spring. The breeze is balmy, the skies are glorious and the… Continue reading

Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

Aratus

“Mother. Seriously. Why. WHY.” I muttered under my breath as I stepped over the tree-root cracked pavement It was a whole morning ritual for me. If the blame was deflected, it made it… Continue reading

Wherein I fixate on something ridiculous…

Sometimes I can be an extremist. Sort of. Ok, just about the ridiculous. I’m pretty laid-back about politics, the news, excessive use of ‘adorbs’. But get me started on girl shit? Queue picture… Continue reading

The Event.

So a few weeks ago, there was An Event. In my house. On my stairs. Sounds dramatic, right? Well, it was. I almost DIED. (This may be a slight exaggeration) After one of… Continue reading

Do or do not. There is no try.

There is nothing quite as humiliating as poorly behaved children. And while we have all seen it, and probably mentally affirmed that we were superior parents and our children pure perfection, ADMIT IT!!… Continue reading

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