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Journey into the Lives of Women, One Story at a Time

Lagniappe

The Swallow’s Nest and Dr. Seuss

How many of you read Dr. Seuss to your children. Oh, I’m looking at a sea of hands out there. Do you remember Horton Hatches the Egg? Horton, an elephant, is conned into hatching the egg of a lazy bird named Maysie who wants it back many days later when it begins to hatch. Horton,…

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KiBITz and Pieces

Okay, did you notice I forgot to blog last Wednesday? Wait, don’t tell me. Some things are better left unsaid. The Explanation Bit: Quite honestly I didn’t realize that I hadn’t blogged until Thursday afternoon when I was exploring architectural salvage warehouses with friends and putting lots of steps on my FitBIT. I spent Tuesday…

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The Goddesses Travel to Pinterest

Really, what could be more fun than populating a Pinterest Board with illustrations for my Goddesses Anonymous novels, beginning with the first, One Mountain Away? ¬†Apparently nothing, because that’s how I’ve spent my free time this weekend. Pinterest, for those of you who don’t yet frequent it, is a virtual pinboard, a place to organize…

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Independent Book Blogger Awards

A reader and friend saw this on Twitter and suggested I enter Southern Exposure to win an Independent BookBlogger Award from Goodreads and the Association of American Publishers.¬† While that would be lovely, the real fun was looking back over some of my previous blogs and trying to figure out which ones to use as…

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The Kindness of Strangers

My husband is about to go on sabbatical.  This is one of the perks of his profession, a chance to study and think for months every so many years.  He’s done some wonderful things; we’ve done some wonderful things together, but I’ve always written while we’ve been away.  There are no sabbaticals for writers.  We…

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Lagniappe–with feathers

Yesterday when my husband told me to look outside, I expected to see one of our local foxes.  Or deer.  Instead look who was visiting.  Unfortunately the SIZE of this guy isn’t clear.  Our blue heron friend was about five feet tall.  I’ve never seen a larger one.  I was thinking ostrich. The photo is…

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Lagniappe

I loved many things about my years in New Orleans, not the least of which was the local custom of giving “lagniappe” which simply means something extra and unexpected. Just having a word to express the idea made it easier for me to appreciate lagniappe when it was offered to me. Several weeks ago I received writer lagniappe. When…

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