A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
MAY 4-5, 2019
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Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
- THE CASE OF THE PURLOINED PICKLE
- MINDING MY Ps AND Qs – A Punctilious Quest
- MINING 4 MEMORIES IN THE LEAST LIKELY PLACE
- SECRETS, LIES, and SFOGLIADELL’
- IN HOT PURSUIT OF THE UNTETHERED MIND
- KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON – A Teacher Appreciation Dissertation
- POETIC PONDERING ON: What rhymes with Wisteria?
- THE POWER OF LOVE
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Category Archives: EVENTS
There’s something surreal about spotting a row of paw prints the size of cast-iron skillets stamped in the snow thirty feet from where you’ve been sleeping.
I miss you already. Once the light is out and the room is silent, I will miss you even more. “Remember the time…” fills the house already. Once the light is out and the house is silent I will remember you even more… Like how you … Continue reading
The sky grows dark. Thunder heralds the approaching storm. The lamplight flickers. A passing dove stops to rest on the icon’s shoulder. “Tell me, friend.” The great lady creaks in the wind. “What’s the news from the outside world?” The … Continue reading
Here a Mo, there a Mo, Everywhere a Mo, Mo. If you write or are thinking of writing, November’s got the MO that will invite the muse and ignite inspiration. First, the mother of MOs. The MO that started it all
‘Tis the eve of All Hallows. Gus embarks on a jaunt to The Lodge at Devil’s Canyon, his Mummy’s favorite haunt. Flying in the dark, astride his sister’s broom, the wee ghoul soars in his snowman costume. Until *putt-putt-poot* the broom starts to roll— The gas tank is empty! He’s outta control— Zigging past witches, pumpkins, and bats, … Continue reading
Seven weeks. That’s forty-nine days or one-thousand-one-hundred-seventy-six hours since my last post. When I began blogging nearly three years ago, my intention was to post once a week with an occasional lapse only due to post adventure maladies, jelly-fish stings, or extended bouts … Continue reading
Wedding bells are gonna chime very soon, so on the way to shop for my dress I dropped to my knees (well, not really), looked up to the heavens to plead to the goddess-of-formal-wear for a speedy find (yes, actually), and was immediately greeted by this … Continue reading