Evan wiped away a tear, the wetness and the action long unfamiliar. “I didn’t know. How could we have been so wrong?” Maggie sighed, action familiar, constant over the years. “Because we were stupid. We wanted to blame her and we did. It was easier than blaming ourselves.” […]
Note: This is my contribution to Maddy’s “Small Screen Blogathon”, wherein the participants pontificate about a TV show that they remember fondly… Once upon a time, back when there were only three “major” TV networks in America and half the country was not on anxiety medication, things […]
So, in my typical non-focused fashion, I managed to procrastinate long enough with my “best of 2016” post that the proper timeframe in which to unleash such a thing whisked right past me. Part of me was a little blue that I didn’t get around to it, as […]
This post isn’t about Harley Crown. Some of you will be quite thrilled to learn that, based on the dwindling stats I’ve seen since I started running that series. But Harley does play into this week’s theme, in a way, and said theme will be rather brief and […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Before Momma Crown could counsel her child that it was entirely possible to be popular without being a miniature slut, there was a clatter as Granny Crown traipsed into the kitchen from the living room. “Mother!” exclaimed Momma Crown. […]
Editor’s Note: Here’s a little series that I usually run every year about this time on one of my blogs. Since it hasn’t made a fresh appearance on this blog since 2013, I thought it might be time for a revisit. Enjoy. Little Harley Crown was sitting […]
Mae Rose, left: “Why are they making us pose for this picture?” Clara, right: “Because our parents are misguided fools who think that the mere act of procreation has elevated them to an award-worthy status and we are their trophies, as if no one else has ever copulated […]
Howdy, folks. Just a quick note that NaNoWriMo is going well, meeting my daily quota and whatnot. (Of course, I have probably just jinxed myself by saying that and I will spend the next several days in a catatonic state, staring at my laptop, both my mind and […]
And so it goes, in the Land of Bonnywood, there will be times when, despite my yearning to exude an aura of professionalism and skill, that I will fall through the cracks of said professionalism and land with a resounding thud. It’s not a pretty scene, with me […]
Looking back, Thelma realized that perhaps she shouldn’t have gotten into the absinthe whilst unsupervised…
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