Marie-Anne Carolus-Duran would rather have been sitting in a dark and musty closet ensconced in a nest of her riding instructor’s malodorous paddock boots and picking lint bobbles from her Sunday frock than posing for a portrait with Yéti.
The Maltese preferred the reference to Bigfoot over his given name, Mon-Petit-Chou. It was more menacing than being called someone’s little légume. Mon-Gros-Chou, as Continue reading
BURIED ALIVE: HOLY GUACAMOLE – HOW I ATE MY WAY FROM UNDER AN AVALANCHE OF AVOCADOS
SURVIVAL: ATTACK OF THE MUTANT MARS BAR *warning: article contains peanut reference
I LOST 50 BAZILLION POUNDS IN 24 HOURS. YOU CAN TOO!
The headlines on display at my local supermarket’s checkout counter #3 are mesmerising. It’s hard to look away even though I could care less about who
married whom last week, who’s been divorced within ten minutes of marrying their soul mate, or who was so totally flummoxed to the point of being hospitalized when their great dane gave birth to a litter of chihuahuas. Continue reading
If there were a planet between Earth and Mars that took 415 days to orbit the sun and we were blessed with living on it together, this New Year’s greeting would be on time.
It would still be the evening of January 1st, 2020. My laptop’s white-gloved-hand icon would be poised over the publish button, primed to press and send this post wishing Continue reading
“‘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!
“No Santas, no manger, no cookies, no lights?
What’cha been doin’ all those days and most nights?
“No halls have been decked, no doors wreathed, or bespangled,
There’s mistletoe in heaps, and the garland’s all tangled. Continue reading
I woke up this morning,
with my back to a tree
wond’ring how on earth my chin hairs
had grown past my dimpled knees.
The last thing I remember,
someone cried out, “trick-or-treat!”
Now it’s suddenly December?
Are those gnomes nudging my feet?
Was I sucked into a whirlwind?
Abducted by imps? Continue reading
Oh, y’ve done me well,
me bonnie blue plaid wellies,
always keepin’ me from sinkin’ deep
in bogs squishy, black, an’ smelly.
I’ve enjoyed our strolls across lush fairy glens,
twistin’ up trails o’ sweet smellin’ heather, Continue reading
Alice Wetherby-Pimms had a peculiar penchant for pickles. Be they sweet, sour, or dill, the child was mad about brined cucumbers. Chips, chunks, cubes, finely chopped relishes, halves, slices, spears, sticks and whole, no matter their shape, Alice craved them all.
So given the mysterious disappearance of the Pimms’s famed horticulturist Horace Hornby, one would expect her new governess to have jumped at the chance to avoid a similar end with regard to the child’s transports of delight, instead of ignoring what Alice deemed the grand theft of a not so grand cuke. Indeed, the ruckus which ensued over a petit cornichon – an ordinary gherkin, at that – was hardly worth giving it the time of day. Or so it seemed. Continue reading
Once upon a dreary Sunday many Mays ago, it was unclear whether Alice Wetherby-Pimms had quaffed the dregs of a liter of PLYMOUTH and nodded off under the Steinway or if the ten-year-old had passed out cold in the wake of sampling the near empty snifters, flutes, and tumblers strewn about the lounge after the guests had been summoned to the dinner table for her Grandpapa’s 100th birthday celebration.
As to what might have provoked the child to imbibe in the first place, well, many proposed it was the tyke’s passion for tall sailing ships that took her curiosity prisoner, hence Continue reading
webs of spun silk billow
in morning’s mild breeze
sparkling orbs
handiwork of moonlight’s toil
twinkle
plucked from
the cosmos of recollection
a cache of memories
cling
to spider’s haphazard roadmap
many muddled
fuzzy
out of reach
others beckon for
a closer look
Step up
peruse
the glimmering galaxy 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 whistle, smack their wine stained lips, and speculate over the reasons as to why a raven-haired bombshell like Francine Odessa would be interested in a stunad* like Uncle Sally. As for the women in the house? They’d wink at one another.
Uncle Sally might not have been the brightest bulb in the Murano Glass chandelier my Nana had sent specially from Italy as a wedding gift for her caro Salvatore and his gabbagool bride (Nana’s words, not mine), but to Aunt Frankie, Continue reading
global literature for young people
Life is make believe, fantasy given form
reading writing illustrating children's books
Culture and Communities at the Heart Of India
Where Reality Meets the Imagined
- reviewing the latest & greatest books plus reading-related products for kids & families.
Welcome to a journey into our Universe with Dr Dave, amateur astronomer and astrophotographer for over 40 years. Astro-imaging, image processing, space science, solar astronomy and public outreach are some of the stops in this journey!
Hand Drawn Maps and More.
Open Up A Whole New World
Thoughts about writing and life
Find your perfect book.
A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.
From Rat Race to Road Trip: Overlanding With Four Dogs!
Exploring the World of Writing
It takes a flock to get a story aloft.
The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!
Of Books, Photography, and Tea
Authors & Illustrators Wild About Kidlit!
The Lerner Blog
dream-protecting author
Welcome
by Matt Zurbo
The Mystery, Motivation and Mastery of Life
Stories and photos from Scotland
Engaging readers in children's literature
MIDDLE GRADE BOOK REVIEWS, GIVEAWAYS, & WRITING TIPS
“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.” ~ Anna Quindlen
Reader, Writer, Miner of Moments
discovering the story it tells
This picayune world, my own private Lilliput.
Just exploring what it is to be human.
Picture Books Help Kids Soar
A community of readers
Master Teacher, Druid, Shaman, Wisdomkeeper
Ramblings
Not What You'd Expect from a Very Southern Voice
Surviving and Thriving in Northeast Greenland
A word after a word after a word is power. --Margaret Atwood
Children's Author
Children's Picture Books, Reading, Writing, and Fun on Long Island
books * science * nature * art * cultural identity * food
Sharing Information About Writing and Illustrating for Children
Where You Live Happily Ever Laughter!
A site devoted to the Young Adult sci-fi/fantasy novel The Eye-Dancers
Flash Fiction, Book Reviews, Devotionals and other things.
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 