I thought about calling this post “Rocks in My Pocketbook” but I realize it would date me. Pocketbook is a bit passe, like etui or reticule or bodkin. So “bag” will suffice . Our church school’s curriculum for this year is using elements of music, art, writing, and drama in teaching the Bible. I was … More Rocks in My Bag
As I was telling a fellow blogger yesterday, my books are taking over my life. Last Train to Kingston is keeping me busy with marketing, signings, talks, and emails from people wanting to ask a question or discuss the book. The second mystery in the series, Last Rose on the Vine, is almost completed and I’ve … More Hashtag Chaos
Last Sunday Charley and I took a walk together. We love to walk around holding hands, but this was a bit different. It was a 5K walk/run fundraiser for the group that is helping Charley in his quest to end cancer – to find a cure for this disease – ZERO-The End of Prostate Cancer. … More Sunday Morning Holding Hands
Edith Wharton had a vivid imagination. As a child, she loved to play a game she called “Making up” which involved inventing stories as, book in hand, she walked around feverishly chanting as if in a trance. This caused her parents much consternation. When friends came to play, she asked her mother to entertain them … More Edith’s Vivid Imagination
We’ve had a busy few days up in the Berkshires, mixing book business with fun. Our primary purpose was to check with the places carrying my children’s books to see if they needed more copies. And on Tuesday, I was scheduled to read with families at The Mount, home of the writer Edith Wharton. (But … More I Visited Utopia Today
It’s been a while, so for those who don’t know me, I’m Roxie Dammit – Roxie D. to my fan club. I’m “The Other Cat” who resides in the house. The cat who DOES NOT have a book series named after her, as my little sister, ZuZu has. She’s Mom’s favorite. I’m merely kept around … More Roxie D. On Missing the Last Train to Kingston
In the last three weeks I’ve aged ten years.Well, maybe I just look like I’ve aged ten years? I think Charley may have aged twenty years, but he still looks great. The premature aging is a direct result of trying to get this “cursed” book (that’s what we are now calling it) completed in time … More What Could Possibly Go Wrong?