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.
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Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
- NOW THAT HALLOWEEN HAS PASSED…
- NIGHTMARE ON UNTER DEN LINDEN – A Banned Books Week Tribute
- HEY, RAPUNZEL ~ SURF’S UP!
- KALAALLIT NUNAAT – Man In The Icicle
- THANK YOU, RICHARD PECK (April 5, 1934 – May 23, 2018)
- IN SEARCH OF A NEW ‘F’ WORD
- HOOD RIDING RED LITTLE – A Tale In Reverse
- AN AMUSING REALIZATION
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There’s a jelly near my welly Is it a he or she? Not the welly, but the jelly, Either way, I’ll flee! But wait…
With the weather taking a turn, I ditched the broom and opted for United Airlines. Once we reached our cruising altitude, the skies turned friendly, reflecting the lovely crew members’ cordiality, making my journey to Scotland if not completely comfortable … Continue reading →
Ready, aim, fire! It’s no use taking careful aim, though. By the time I catch my subject dead center between the crosshairs, it’s too late – a blip in the landscape – gone faster than you can say, “Gotcha!” Snap … Continue reading →
The Daily Post Photo Challenge this week is titled ‘ORDER’. It didn’t speak to me at all until I took a walk with a friend and noticed that sneaky theme had secretly tagged along. It had attached itself to a … Continue reading →
You know the question. We’ve all heard it. We’ve all asked it. Whether we’re chatting with our neighbor sitting next to us in the window seat, standing serpentine in a line at the grocery store, or sipping cocktails at the hippest place … Continue reading →
“Umimmar?” Taken aback by the sudden question, Christian, Uli, and I nodded. Clearly, the man had overheard our conversation. His dark eyes shifted from the front of the store to the back. Stepping closer, he first cleared his throat, then whispered, … Continue reading →
Words fail to make the leap from grey matter to tapping finger tips on keys they say “It’s because of Mercury” they say “the planet is retrograde” they say “that makes it a poor time for all forms of communication” … Continue reading →