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Living in Alanis-Land

Today I am irresponsibly SUCKING by blogging super late over on my group blog, The Lipstick Chronicles.

Come join the conversation! WHICH IS LATE TO START. Because of me sucking. Ironically, it was ALREADY written, just not posted, and contains a line where I MOCK MY CHILD for being unable to turn in a […]

It’s Not A Tumor-Nator (and WINNERS!)

FIRST sorry sorry, I forgot to post the winners of Bridget Asher’s delightful new novel, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted.

The RNG got WEIRD this time, picking two little teeny front- numbers and then setting them next to each other to make the two digit third winning number, a pick so odd […]

Wax On, Wax Off, Wax Philosophical

I had such a HAPPY EASTER! I hope my fellow resurrection people had a good one too. My favorite silly moment: my friend Chris played his bagpipes in FULL SCOTTISH REGALIA at the sunrise service, and when we arrived for the next service he was still there.

Maisy did a double-take when she […]

Train Time Is Now

Don’t forget – in the entry below this, you can enter to win a copy of Bridget Asher’s latest delightful novel!

This happened in Douglasville recently. I was there. The good news is, I am pretty sure no one was hurt, unless the truck counts. That truck looks TERMINAL.

I am not […]

3Q with Bridget Asher — WIN THIS BOOK!

You know I am a sucker for a great first line. THE PROVENCE CURE FOR THE BROKENHEARTED has one of the best first lines in the history of first lines. Are you ready? Here it comes:

Here is one way to say it: Grief is a love story told backwards.

That KILLS me. It’s […]


Actual dream footage taken inside Nancy's head!

Bril novelist and all around delightful human being Nancy Pickard recently posted about her fear of HEIGHTS and LADDERS over on The Lipstick Chronicles. And told what she did when a friend needed a hand. Up in the sky. And so she faced her fears and went […]

Where the Red Fern Does Not Grow

I need to re-invigorate my soil.

I hate gardening, so I fervently wish this was a metaphor. It is not.

Here you see a pretty picture of the loamy dirt bed outside my office. It is rife with azaleas. I show you this to make it less humiliating to show you the NEXT […]

Exit The Boggart, Stage Left

This is Boggart. Wave goodbye to Boggart. BYE BOGGART.

Last Boggart post. I promise.

You don’t know my whole cat-history, but I am the Cat Sucker. I go right for the eyeless, the mucus-y, the heart conditony, the bitchy, the broken, the ugly, the pukers, the anal leakers and the Sad. I’ve nursed Russian […]

Named Phone is Named

OH OH OH I HEART YOU ALL SO MANY. You are the best of all of possible beloveds, living in the best of all possible blog-comments. I was screaming with hysteria reading the phone names. In case you skipped, here are a few dishonorable mentions that made me giggle:

Dani: Pink suit on your boy […]

Mister Phone, Mister Cat, Mister The High Roller (in reverse order)

Mr. The High Roller: Scott was out of town, Maisy was on a sleepover. I told my fourteen year old son, Sam, we could go do something, just us, and he could pick. The movie? SUCKERPUNCH. The Venue, IMAX. Here is a trailer, in case you are unfamiliar:

Our Two Minute Movie Reviews

Sam […]