It’s what they say!

A bit of humour exposes a bit of wisdom!   There's a light at the end of the tunnel they say and it may not be an oncoming train Get out of the damn tunnel I say. When your thoughts go round and round like a hamster on its wheel and peace of mind is... Continue Reading →

Evidence of Flossing

If you know me at all, you know that my heart weaves a tapestry of poetry as I navigate life. Nothing thrills me more than connecting with poetic voices.  Please allow me to introduce you to Jen Payne, poet extraordinaire, whose new book Evidence of Flossing What We Leave Behind has launched. Not only will... Continue Reading →

Always Writing

I've been away but one thing you know, I am always writing. November was NaNoWriMo and, since the first of November, I've completed a novel, done its edits and sent it of to my wonderful Beta Readers. Of course, once it returns, there will be editing and possibly even rewrites to do. That's how it... Continue Reading →

Words, Words, Words

Words,words,words, I love words the sound of them the feel of them the taste of words. Indubitably, now isn't that an awesome word say it slowly in-du-bi-ta-bly let it roll around your mouth like a tart red jellybean. Abscond, what a great word there was a time when I felt like someone had absconded with... Continue Reading →

Short short story 2

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” As Julie slammed her apartment door behind her, she was stunned that those words had flown out of her mouth.  Then she laughed.  It was about time she started to respond to the crap that was being dished out with some good old anger. For three... Continue Reading →

7° Of Wisdom / Welcome To Our Circle

If you’ve ever wished you could sit down with a mother or grandmother – yours or someone else’s - and get their advice or input, here’s your chance to do that. We are seven women – mothers and/or grandmothers - ranging in age from early 20s to early 80s. Between us we have pretty much... Continue Reading →

a short Short Story

Who the hell cares anyway. Enough, enough, she damn well had enough of the lot of them.  As she slammed the front door behind her, Janey stomped down the stairs, yanked open the car door, stabbed the key in the ignition and peeled out of the driveway with tires squealing. I knew it. I knew... Continue Reading →

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