Added by Larra Riggs on May 21, 2013 at 4:00pm — No Comments
How to prepare to meet that lumbering giant that is New York City? Even saying it, NYC, oh me oh my, what can be done when such awe comes running?
It has been just under two years since we have ventured out east. In those two years a good deal has changed. Most prominent on Jaye's mind is that she's seen doctors. Doctors upon doctors of all shapes and sizes, more doctors than any person in their right mind should see in such a period of time. (In case you're wondering, her sanity…
Added by Jaye Viner on May 21, 2013 at 3:05pm — No Comments
After I did this video, I went out and did even more lawn work. Now instead of looking like a haunted house one might have trick-or-treaters through for a scare, it looks like a place that someone not-too-disturbed might live. And a peony bloomed today. First peony ever. It's red and looks more like a poppy than most peonies I've ever seen. Less petals, and very evident orange stamen. Interesting and very flashy. Love it.
Added by Phoebe Wilcox on May 21, 2013 at 2:05pm — No Comments
I was lucky enough to host the lovely Bebe Balocca on one of my “Erotic Authoress Spotlight” posts recently.
Bebe subsequently sent me a long list of questions she wanted to ask me . . . and I am delighted to say she has just posted all of my answers on her own site at www.bebebalocca.com.
So, if you'd like to find out a little more about me . . . but were afraid to ask me personally . . . please…
Added by Katie Ellison on May 21, 2013 at 1:54pm — No Comments
A business card is a funny little thing. People throw them in fishbowls for free sandwiches, they exchange them at events, they buy special, shiny cases to hold them, and they find them in side pockets and overlooked nooks and crannies after being tucked away and long forgotten. Business cards are disposable by nature. You give them out and hope for the best. You order them in large batches and use them to consolidate your information in a convenient little package. Just a slip of…Continue
Added by Danyelle C. Overbo on May 21, 2013 at 1:41pm — No Comments
I spent second grade trying to please Mrs. Rebscher. She had a paddle, and she wasn’t afraid to use it on any seven-year-old who got out of line. Under her watchful eye, we worked hard on our penmanship. Graduating from printing to cursive was proof we were growing up.
If Mrs. Rebscher could see what a mess I’ve made of my handwriting, she’d be reaching for that paddle. My signature…
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I began blogging as therapy. I still use it for emotional release, however, my emotions are quite different these days. My writing has transformed a little. No longer in the emotional state I was in when I started, I've added two more blogs that are both less emotionally charged. I've always loved to write, had lofty ideas about publishing a book, yet never did due to "lack of time". Well, now I have time, so I'm working on it. In January I had brain surgery for a rare disorder called…Continue
Added by Michele Robinson Collum on May 21, 2013 at 12:58pm — No Comments
Here's a link to my latest blog post in my Philadelphia Phriday series:
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A few weeks ago, my friend and former jogging partner Ellen Sweet sent me this snapshot that she had just discovered while scanning old photographs into her computer. I remembered the picture, and I may even have a copy of it somewhere, but it was something of a shock to see it illuminated on my…Continue
I know, I know. Caramel. Crunch. Or maybe it's the Mocha Cookie Crumble that has your number. No doubt Jane Austen would have gone for the crunch rather than, say, Hume's multi-volume History of England, and where would we be now? If Scott wouldn't have made the decision on his own, Zelda would have insisted that last $5 be spent for a Mocha Cookie Crumble rather than A Farewell to Arms. If Beatrix Potter had had to pass by the Tazo Iced Green Tea Latte ...…Continue
Added by Meg Waite Clayton on May 21, 2013 at 8:00am — No Comments
I know. I’ve slipped through the cracks the past couple of weeks. Sometimes a girl just needs to fall off the radar. I’ve been on what some call “Holiday.” Webster’s Dictionary says holiday is a day of rest from work. Well, I beg to argue. Just because you’re not at work and on “Holiday” doesn’t mean you’re not…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on May 21, 2013 at 7:33am — No Comments
I've posted a new poem, "Lovesick":
Added by Maureen E. Doallas on May 21, 2013 at 7:16am — No Comments
In my last post (sorry for missing a week- I was on vacation!), I asked some author friends where they like to write. This week I asked them when they prefer to write. While I tend to be the most productive in the middle of the day and late afternoon/early evening, their answers were quite different:…Continue
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he thought it was
not the centre of
came by chance.
i think you will
find it is sir.
it is the little things
that make it so.
the tears of all my life,
the colour of the day.
Added by Sonja Benskin Mesher on May 21, 2013 at 6:34am — No Comments
The story opens up to find our two girls very nervous. They are at a house with a creepy guy getting fake hospital IDs made. Ariel and Angie are desperate to get in to see their future mother- in- laws.
Three days ago the moms got together to work on plans for their son's double wedding. They were in a head on collision. It left them badly hurt. Both woman are in ICU. The girls are not allowed in to see them because they're not family yet.
Ariel and Angie are both orphans.…Continue
Added by Wendy M Thomas on May 21, 2013 at 6:19am — No Comments
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we did not mean
to go to sea,
heads bound heavily.
we did not mean
to take the tide,
escape the crowds
we read arthur ransome
sensibly, sink gracefully.
i am now smaller,
than i used to be.
Added by Sonja Benskin Mesher on May 21, 2013 at 3:00am — No Comments