Wizarding at 40

Oh my gods, y’all…I turned 40 today! FORTY!!! When I turned 30, a decade ago (holy crap), my friends got me a Harry Potter cake. Apparently, the salesperson at the grocery store looked at them askance when they told them how old I was. They probably thought they were decorating a cake for an 11…

A Day at the Aquarium (Or, Spirit Critters, Galore!)

Last weekend, I got to pining something fierce for the beach.  Waves in my face, sand in my butt, the whole thing.  So J and I talked briefly about driving a short way to the Gulf Coast for a day and I got all excited…but then the next morning I decided to postpone that idea…

The Way Home, #3

It’s hot.  I mean, really hot.  It’s so hot that when you step from the shade across that Great Divide into the spot where the sun hits the pavement, you just wanna shrivel up.  Except that you can’t shrivel up because the humidity plumps you back out again. It’s the kind of hot that makes…

When Nature Calls

When nature calls…you listen. I’m not talking about that moment where you’re sitting comfortably at a table in a pub, drinking pints, and suddenly all that fine liquid barley catches up and you suddenly REALLY have to pee and end up forfeiting a great conversation for a mad dash to the loo. Although you should…

The Fruit Stakes at Dawn

Omigod, y’all! The Saga continues. Since my last ponderings about the Strange Fruits on Fence-Posts, I have been actively searching for further specimens. To no avail. This summer has been a slow season for Fence Fruit, I can tell you. All these wrought iron fences, and nary a fruit to be found. Fences, fences, everywhere,…

Halfway to Mardi Gras

When I last left my fearless reader, I was suddenly approached with a Decision. To go to a parade, or to (gasp!) miss a parade?  What a cliffhanger. J and I mulled it over for about 20 minutes (maybe half an hour) before making our final decision. We had already programmed ourselves into the mindset…

The Way Home, #2

My brain is totally full right now.  Last Sunday morning I awoke and, sitting out on the porch listening to the birds do their morning things, two ideas for books came to me suddenly, in a massive spontaneous BAM of Muse visit and my brain has been totally full ever since.  I’d been waiting for…

Dorothy’s Feet Were Killing Her

I have been obsessed with the Merry Old Land of Oz since I was a kid. Not too uncommon across generations, really. But my drive to want to BE there, in that childlike world-of-pretend sort of way, that way where you make every recess game another world, where you live it in your thoughts and…

Random Fruit

When you encounter a certain thing once, it is considered a novelty. When you come across a similarity later, in a different place, it becomes a running trend and you start to wonder if there is something going on…some under-culture or something that you just don’t know about. In all my years of beating the…