Life IS like a macaron
No disrespect, but Forest Gump’s momma was wrong. Life is actually like a macaron.
No disrespect, but Forest Gump’s momma was wrong. Life is actually like a macaron.
Dear Classmate began the letter from the reunion committee. I knew right away there was some mistake.
I’m in a total guddle. See, I might live in Scotland, but this is what I live here for. I’ve …
As the mother of three daughters who are writers, I just had to share Sue Vincent’s beautiful post. Anyone else …
If I blog it, the readers will come? On her always beautiful and often thought-provoking blog, Pamela Beckford recently posted a …
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart …
I’m rubbish at blog awards. Oh, sure, I love to get them. I get all sentimental, and I mean—no, really I …
I got an email from the Literary Midwife, Mary Rosenblum, last Monday asking if she could tag me as ‘it’ …
[NOTE: updated 26 June 2016] “Indeed, in many respects, she was quite English, and was an excellent example of …
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