In Scottish folklore, brownies are hobgobliny imps that will do housework for you (and things like keep your milk from turning sour) if you treat them well and leave them proper tributes like bowls of porridge and honey. In America, Brownies wear chocolate miniskirts and beanies and sashes with nifty patches sewn on them by overwrought mothers. They go…
Yes, apparently I am one of *those* writers. I’ve been working on this ghost story for Michael Knost this week, based on a plantation house in West Virginia. First, of course, I had to do a butt-ton of research because I can’t write about somewhere like Mount St. Helens or Harlan, Kentucky without knowing the place like I’d lived…
Tonight is a practice night for the dart league–Wednesday starts playoffs–we play the other Cue Club team. We *need* to win!! I’m still the cute mascot/good luck charm, but next season I’m officially on the team. Which means, I got to practice too. And the boys wiped up the floor with me. Ugh…more practice please! I have got to…
/ Lee: So is “Chock Full o’Nuts” just nuts, or is it something with nuts? Della: There are no nuts at all in it. It’s coffee. Lee: Is it made with nuts? Della: No. Lee: Does it taste like nuts? Della: Nope. Lee: Then why is it “Chock Full?” Della: I keep meaning to Google it and find out….
Back in the Ivory Tower, roller skating was my poison–no, not poison…it was the rapunzel I cultivated in my garden until it flourished green and tempting to naive passersby. But the tower crumbled–as towers do when self-rescuing princesses have access to dynamite–and I made my journey Over the Rainbow. I spent some time healing in Munchkinland before I put…
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Fairy Tales of Arilland that have been translated into…
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