Updated again, Dec 17 – Scroll to end for update In Bloom County, one of my favorite comic strips of all time, a character named Binkley (portrayed mostly as a child) has a “closet of anxieties” with various monsters hiding inside waiting to pounce at certain inopportune times. We all know about that closet and the triggers that hide…
I think I have always known, at least since we moved here ten years or so ago, that I would die in my back yard. I think Eric knows too because for the first year or so we lived here, if he called me during the day, which he usually does 6-10 times a day, he would freak out if I…
Yes, I have Fall-en and I won’t get up, meaning I have gotten my “Fall” on, meaning that I have put the hot, overworked days of summer behind me and slipped into an embrace of Nature that smells like dried leaves and wood smoke and mulled cider that I don’t drink. I was a lovely year and I dare…
First, because it is 8:30 AM and today is already showing signs of being challenging bitch, I must have Jeff Bridges dance for me. Dance, poppet. Dance like you mean it. Hell. Yes. Anyway, yeah, Crones.
I have been invited by my publicist/agent/husband to update my blog again (I hate that word because it sounds like someone retching, but “online journal” is archaic and cumbersome) because the last entry is, in his words, “kind of a downer.” Fair enough. Life ain’t pretty, but it’s not all bad either, so I can balance. I never know…
This will be long. Get a drink. Go pee. Read it in segments. Blow it off because it is too long. Whatever suits ya. A lot of people do not know that when it comes to my author life, Eric (my husband) is the real brains behind the operation. I write the books and he edits and adds…
It was quite a process, really. I wrote my first short story in the fifth grade and the entire student body was scandalized because in my story, I paired up very unlikely people from my school into romantic relationships. I had threats, people telling me I’d better stop writing right then or risk a beat down. (!!) The…
So I had this cool thing happen that I want to share with you. I have another thing that is going on that I will put in the Fatastic Journal before long, but this one is different and goes here. I have a lovely woman with whom I am acquainted whose husband is a chiropractor. Before last Friday, I…
First, we should watch this for a while: And we should do that because it makes us feel happy and vibrant and alive and like we want Jeff Bridges all to ourselves for about 4 hours. OK, enough of that. Wait… just a little more.
I hate that game. A lot of other people must as well because it isn’t nearly as popular as it was 40 years or so ago. You know the drill. You’re standing around, minding your own business, when some jackass walks up behind you and covers your eyes and says, “Guess who?” You’re left with a voice that…
A happy 2013 to all of you! It has been a long time since I last updated this journal. I have felt rather private about my life lately and so I have mostly kept to myself other than Facebook posts. Dark of the Year has been tough for me this time, I won’t lie to you. I guess because…
AVE, MY LADY(Ave Maria) Maiden of beauty, hear us as we call to thee Come forth and take thy place as Mother Reborn the child of light must be Queen of the night, O lady of wisdom we call Weave they magick tonight Here we stand and humbly wait for thee Come within and fill our souls with love…
The Earth is our mother… We must take care of Her… Earth is what holds, nurtures and sustains us. Earth is our body. Earth is our wealth, our healing, our stability. Earth is what grounds our excess energy and keeps us well-rooted. Earth is our tangible, stable support system.
