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
- IF YOU COULD TURN BACK THE SUNDIAL…
- SOMEONE PINCH ME – I Think I’ve Woken Up On Mars
- A SUNDAY NOODLE
- CHOOSE A BOOK-TURN TO CHAPTER EIGHT-BEGIN WITH LINE EIGHT
- WHAT THE ICEBERG SAID
- TWO QUIRKS, A CONSIDERATION, AND A QUANDARY – a.k.a. Peculiar Pandemic Ponderings
- LEGO LOCKDOWN – THE STOWAWAYS
- THIS Weekend! Visit the BAY AREA BOOK FESTIVAL From Home!
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From my bedwaning moon glides across a velvet black skya planet shimmers nearbyfar above the earthandmy head The Blue Marblerotates. Woke up 7:00 a.m.to pumpkin spice darknessodorlessit took only one dream and half a nightmareto travel theforty-three point seven five six million … Continue reading
She just couldn’t figure out what that something was. Had it risen from the cooling embers when she turned and reached for her fleece? Besides the chill that launched goosebumps up her back, spread them across her neck, and down … Continue reading
Bold. Blue. Megalithic. To think I might have begun as a whispered word on an ancient’s breath,a droplet in the spray of a neolithic sneeze, the spatter in a sputtered warning, “Run!”a single snowflake spit from a cloud, delivered on … Continue reading
THE QUIRKS: My husband surprised me with blueberry pancakes for breakfast today, and for the first time ever, I noticed that I eat my pancakes in measured quadrants reminiscent of PHI, the law of divine proportion. Later, I nibbled on … Continue reading
Going. Going. Gone. My Muse is acting like a yo-yo that has been shot into outer space and has lost the energy to return to my outstretched palm. The string, taut at first, went limp eight weeks ago and now … Continue reading
Even though the winter storms in Northern California are very different from those in Brooklyn, New York… …they can make for a rather grey, dismal, and dreary day.