Coffee with Barb & Wendy Janes: changing hats
Who shall I wear my hat at today? I think it was easier in the old days. A woman’s hat …
Tag Archives: humor
The WTF: Weather Gobsmackage
Weather and politics. It’s all local. When I first moved to Chicago, I was too young to appreciate The …
You won’t believe where London went on Wednesday
London, what happened? Where is everyone? I arrived in London on Wednesday. As I left King’s Cross Station, London looked just the …
#RBRT #Bookreview of MOLLY’S MISADVENTURES by @denaehaggerty, #romance #humor
WHAT MAKES IT A ROMANCE NOVEL? In my What’s My Genre post, I mentioned the elements of various genres. Here …
If it’s January, I must owe you an apology…
One of the things that amazes me about writing a weekly column is how easy it is to offend large segments of the population.
Coffee? Not with Barb and Lizzy Lamb: Scotch On The Rocks #RBRT #bookreview #SundayBlogShare
Coffee? A wee dram of the water of life? Here in Scotland, it’s called uisge beatha—whiskey, the water of life. The first …
Reblog: 5 Star #bookreview for DO NOT WASH HANDS IN PLATES via @terrytyler4
It’s short, a very pleasant afternoon’s reading, and so funny! I started off highlighting passages for quotes, soon realising I would end up quoting more of the book than I was leaving out. Not many books make me laugh out loud, but this did.
Write a blog, “they” said… #FridayFiveChallenge from @rosieamber1 #travel #memoir #humor
Write a blog, they said. You can turn it into a book and make a ton of money. Only…guess who …
About that Happily-Ever-After? Chapter 3…
Once Upon a Time:Chapter 1~
A girl met her prince. He was tall, dark, and handsome. (Actually, he was a Republican. But he was definitely tall.) They fell in love, and got married. *
New Release! Do Not Wash Hands in Plates #Travel #humor #India
As far as I could tell, the Ahmedabad Airport was staffed by the entire Indian army, each soldier carrying a honking huge gun. I grabbed my suitcase and exited baggage control into India. Noise. Chaos. People, dogs, honking horns, more people. More soldiers. More guns. Dozens of sincere men who called me “Sister” and suggested they could take me anywhere on the planet I might want to go.
Barb Taub 