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 1-2, 2021
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Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
- TP TAILS – Laughter is the best medicine
- BEHIND THE SCENE – MASTERPIECE TALE No. 1: The Artist’s Daughter
- MURDER AT THE CHECKOUT – An Unsolved Mystery Resolved
- HAPPY NEW YEAR from MY PLANET
- FROM MRS. HUMBUG TO YOU – A (sort of) Holiday Greeting
- IT’S DECEMBER? WHAT HAPPENED TO NOVEMBER?
- ODE TO ME BONNIE BLUE PLAID WELLIES
- THE CASE OF THE PURLOINED PICKLE
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Category Archives: HOLIDAYS
“‘Tis one week ’til Christmas,” resounds through the house. “And nothing’s been hung on the tree,” groans my spouse. Up go his arms in a frenzy, a near panic. “‘Twas weeks ago I dragged the box down from the attic! … Continue reading
They say the day Aunt Frankie married Uncle Sally was a day that would live in infamy. I’d learned Franklin D. Roosevelt said that when Pearl Harbor was bombed, but no, most of the family, actually, only the uncles, would … Continue reading
If I were a simple love poem I’d, first of all, want to rhyme, then, be flawless and impeccable in meter and time, but since life is not perfect, nor is this holiday poem, I’ll continue in free-verse (maybe) to a chorus … Continue reading
I know it’s presumptuous, and most likely, not easy. It just might, in fact, be considered quite sleazy, to expect you, dear Cupid, to share your day with another, even though this worthy project has been sanctioned by your brother. … Continue reading
Our angel is weary. The eggnog’s all gone. Tree needles are falling onto unvacuumed parmesan. The stockings all hung from the chimney last week are now socks on my feet which are starting to reek. We were all forced to … Continue reading
“…gather your witches, vampires and bats, spiders, ghosties and arch-backed black cats. Stand them together with goblins and ghouls, then stack them up high on the backs of pack mules, Or store them in boxes way up in your … Continue reading