I, for one, have been thrown for a loop — actually, I take that back; that’s not enough. I feel like a great many of us have been thrown under a speeding train. I am so tempted, so very very tempted, to stoop to the level of this election, of the people who have elected… Continue reading My friends, we will Live & Love, Defiantly
This is the Mucha window in St Vitus Cathedral in Prague Castle — a huge cathedral right in the middle of this amazing & stunning castle in Prague. I had the very good fortune to visit it while I was writing Daniel & Erik’s Super Fab Ultimate Wedding Checklist, and this particular window is the… Continue reading how crying over stained glass became the best part of my character
Now, I’ve got several things to talk about the most exciting of which is: MY BOOK WILL BE RELEASED INTO THE WILD TOMORROW!!! I will be on this-here virtual book tours, (see above image) and stopping at these-here very fine blogs and I’m really excited to be able to chat with people about my book.… Continue reading Book tours, happily ever after for all, and how to keep two puppies from fighting
Have not yet made the exercise plunge, which I really need to do. But I keep having other things jump ahead of it in my to-do list. Miraculously, I’ve been able to handle all the ball-juggling & balancing acts necessary this week, with nary a freak-out or crying jag. I’m giving myself a B+ in… Continue reading Day 5
It’s no secret that I’ve been having a rough few months — a rough year, even. (Well, you, dear reader, might think it’s a secret, because I’ve been so non-existent here on my blog. But, I promise you (and me) that that is going to change.) I’d forgotten, living in Southern France for five years,… Continue reading Confessions of a Depressed Not-Gardener
I’ve been out of sorts, out of bounds and out of whack for weeks now, and it’s time for me to dust myself off and get back in the saddle. More updates on our trans-Atlantic move as events warrant. We’ve still got over a hundred boxes to unpack and sort through and a decided dearth… Continue reading hey, I’m back.
On a flying trip to Paris, probably my last before The Big Move, we went to the Porte de Vanves flea market. We were there on a mission: silver flatware and trivets. I hoped to find a few jewelry trinkets, or perhaps a pitcher or vase or two (or seven, who am I kidding. I… Continue reading Some advice about Parisian flea markets