What have you been doing all morning?
Well, um, I’ve been busy.
With what?
I woke up late, I admit. Almost 5:30 a.m. But for the next 15 minutes I stretched my body… and my mind.
What do you mean? Continue reading
What have you been doing all morning?
Well, um, I’ve been busy.
With what?
I woke up late, I admit. Almost 5:30 a.m. But for the next 15 minutes I stretched my body… and my mind.
What do you mean? Continue reading
My name is Pamela, and I am a middle-aged woman.
I’m not always middle-aged, and I’m not always a woman.
I never told my family this, but once, long ago and yet still now (on the time spectrum that surrounds us, even though most refuse to see it), I am the princess of an enchanted island. Continue reading
When the woman on the phone asks for a meeting, I envision a comfortable table, a set of four stiff-backed chairs, a pitcher of ice water with four to six glasses, and a smallish window where some gloomy ray of sunlight strains to show through dusty blinds.
In other words, a setting like most of the interviews I’ve endured these past six months. Continue reading
I HAD SO MUCH FUN BEING INTERVIEWED BY THE MARVELOUS NORAH COLVIN. CHECK IT OUT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! Hit the readilearn link, below.
In the author spotlight this month is Pamela S. Wight, a fellow blogger, writer, and teacher of creative writing. I enjoy the stories of life Pamela shares on her blog Rough Wighting, and also enjo…
Source: readilearn: Introducing Pamela S. Wight, author of Birds of Paradise – Readilearn
I didn’t normally respond to demands, especially demands by purple-wearing, soothsaying, weirdly-named psychics.
But at this point, I was more worried than peeved by Aurora’s “request” to visit her immediately. On my cell phone just minutes earlier, an on-line newspaper bleeped a headline: “Man found dead on quest to find Hal the Huntsman treasure.” (See last week’s From Dawn to Dusk.)
Was Todd the man found dead? Perhaps Aurora/Dawn truly could “see” the answer. Continue reading