Flaming Out For the HOTTEST Man Ever
I left it in the refrigerator.
On the carton of eggs.
A post-it note message to my man.
For him to find.
Whenever.
Today is a special anniversary for MTM and me.Continue Reading
I left it in the refrigerator.
On the carton of eggs.
A post-it note message to my man.
For him to find.
Whenever.
Today is a special anniversary for MTM and me.Continue Reading
If you are free on July 30 or 31 in the greater NYC area, please make plans to attend the Pop-Up Gallery Event at SoHo Photo Gallery. Regular reader Robert Johnson will have up to three works on display. (I already bought one of them, a wintry surprise for MTM. He squealed.) Continue Reading
Do you like to get the old fashioned, luddite version of mail?
Fossil-fuel burning. Ink and paper. Lick and stick.
I confess to ardent worship of the antiquated practice of letter writing. It’s one reason I send handwritten postcards to numerous children on every trip. Why I mailed over 100 letters in advance of the release of my novel. Why the proprietress of the local stationery shop turns cartwheels every time I darken the door.
Lately, though, I’ve been thinking about letter writing for another reason.
I’m sick of being online.Continue Reading
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