Three Dark Crowns (#1)

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Kendare Blake has done it again. This is fantasy and horror at their best.

The island of Fennbirn eagerly awaits its next queen. The inhabitants have been ruled by the Black Council for the past 10 years, but the time is coming for the Queen to take her rightful place. But who will be Queen remains a mystery. For now.

Every royal generation starts as three. Triplets are born to the current Queen, who gives up her Crown and her children and disappears.  The three girls possess magic and are equal heirs to the throne, fostered out from age 6 until the night they turn 16 years old. Then the fight begins. Will it be Katherine the poisoner, Arsinoe the naturalist, or Mirabella, controller of the elements?  The young queens must fight each other in order to claim the crown. Only one can live.

Let me start by saying I AM…

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Attention Shoppers!

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Giant man baby

Promises temper tantrum

If no lollipop

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Slip Up

A slip of the tongue
Catastrophic or divine?
Relies on context.


Impassioned French kiss.
Or ill-timed revelation,
History decides.


Grasping at secrets
Clasping at ripped bodices
Consensual lust.

Political Flasher

On my way home from my part time job in Tallahassee yesterday I encountered a flasher. The older gentleman was standing on the median at a busy intersection. As my car drew even with him he held out his hand and surreptitiously flashed a Trump sticker. 

Let me tell you that took me by surprise. I was expecting something more classy, like a glimpse of his wrinkly genitals or a handful of illegal drugs. 

I smiled, rolled down my window and as he came toward me I said, “When hell freezes over,” and drove away. 

Okay, I realize that wasn’t the most ladylike response I could have made to his political flashing, but I figured it was a case of kit for kat. Meow. 🐱 

Peace, people!

Friends in Cold Places

Studly Doright had a motorcycle for sale on eBay, and the winning bid came from a Canadian gentleman named Dave. Well, Canadian Dave elected to drive down to Florida from Newfoundland to pick up the bike in person rather than having it shipped.

He arrived at Doright Manor around nine on Sunday morning and the minute he came through the door we felt like we’d known him forever. A semi-retired mechanic, Dave is an avid collector of cars and motorcycles, so he and Studly talked for nearly three hours before we helped him load up the bike for the long trip home. 

Just as he stepped into his pickup truck he turned and in all seriousness said, “If you two need a place to come live should that horrible man win your presidential election, you’re welcome at my house.”

It’s good to know we have friends in cold places.

Peace, people!

Tell Me What Really Happened

Absolutely important reading from Jan Wilberg.

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It occurs to me that the way to change people’s attitudes is to tell them the truth.

If people are never exposed to the truth, we can’t blame them for not ‘getting it’ when we try to explain things like sexism and racism.

Why I remember this I can’t tell you. Maybe it’s convenient and fits my story line, I’m not sure. But I do truly remember sitting in American History class in high school in 1965, the fat textbook open in front of me, reading the paragraph about slavery in America that started the chapter on the Civil War and at the end of the chapter, reading the Emancipation Proclamation. That’s it. Slavery in American started and ended in a single chapter in my history book. There were study questions at the end of the chapter, our homework due at the end of the week. Little essay questions. We…

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Sunday Sundae

We went for a ride
In the convertible for
An ice cream sundae


The cloth top was down
But the windows were rolled up
Brisk evening breeze


Weekend’s last hurrah
Radio plays summer’s hit
Dancing On My Own
http://youtu.be/q31tGyBJhRY