There’s no sense in lying. I fell in strong like with this picture, and since I have to write a blog post today, I went with something that makes me smile. No. I do not know the adorable tatted man or his puppy dog. I simply needed inspiration, and there they were on iStock. Today…
I have been looking for the perfect bra since the little training ones no longer did the trick. Shopping for bras is such an awkward process no matter the cup. One minute articles or actresses chastise the media for not embracing the female form. The mantra-of-the-moment is that my breasts should be celebrated and happy in…
I wonder if I’ll ever run out of things to say. If the time will come when I will wake up, pour a cup of tea, and just like when my fingers strain for the last few tiles in a Scrabble bag, I’ll start running out and eventually I’ll be done. Maybe a person is…
I bought a lilac bush. My need for lilacs started when I grabbed a bunch at the store a few weeks ago. They were fresh cut, right off the bush and when I put them into water, the smell was heaven. I forgot about lilacs, forgot that I loved the rain-soaked sweetness of them.…
You are the air I breathe. Romance is often figurative. It’s not the hearty literal verb of living or loving, even. It is soft and tender. I like words and images, so romance works for me. I’m a song, story, poem, sweeping anything kind of person. I am weak knees at a whisper. And I don’t think…
Beginnings are such fun. Every time I start a new story, I appreciate the open space. There’s breathing room and all of the doors are open. I have a general idea of my characters, at least my hero and heroine, but decisions have yet to made. I love that. After I am finished with a…
Sugar and I are breaking up. Our relationship has gotten to the point that it’s toxic, and quite frankly, a one way street. I indulge, often over indulge, in him and he gives me nothing in return. Sure there’s a high the first time we meet after I’ve stayed away for a while, but it’s…
I’m in a Paul Newman/Stevie Wonder mood. Look out. Paul is always on my list of best men. I do have a list. Yes, I know Paul is no longer with us, but he is on the island (See Well Dressed). He’s still very much alive and writing seriously romantic love letters to his wonderful wife, Joanne, until…
I have never been a fan of Valentine’s Day. “It’s cheap and cheesy.” That’s what I always say, or, “It’s a Hallmark holiday, for guys that need a reason to be romantic.” Valentine’s Day is my oldest daughter’s favorite holiday. I’m not sure how that happened, it must stem from the little valentine bags we used…