Slaughter & Mayhem. How I love November.
During the past couple of weeks, and throughout the next month and a half, I’ll have celebrated four family members’ birthdays. Okay, one family member was celebrated twice, but she really deserved it...
View ArticleFeasts & Famine, Saints & Sinners.
When I was a child, I went to church. A lot. It felt like every day. It was probably no more than twice a week—services on Sunday and catechism classes on Wednesday afternoons. Except for when we had...
View ArticleFamily Ties That Tug
I will be in London for Thanksgiving this year. For me, it’s the second worst day of the year to be in London. The first, of course, is the Fourth of July. Sir Sackier made a practice of “accidentally”...
View ArticleUntying the bow that holds December bound.
Come December 1st, there is a great unleashing that happens in this house. As the solemn, chilly solstice nears, and the days grow muted and bleak, we shift into winter gear. Several things happen...
View ArticleSaturnalia; good ole fashioned, naked fun.
Earth’s darkest days. It’s such a foreboding phrase, don’t you think? And yet, on the upper half of the planet, it is a time of great merriment, benevolence and outright fuddled intoxication. Long ago,...
View ArticleAn epiphany on Epiphany
I have at last allowed myself a semi-week off from blogging. This week, instead of writing, I shall be busy with: 1. Twelve months of laundry. 2. Eleven pipes a’ leaking. 3. Ten floors worth sweeping....
View ArticleWomen; wives, wiccan and warriors.
There are a lot of things I’m grateful for these days, but one of the biggies is that I no longer live in an ancient world where much of my time is taken up with purification rites. Not that I can...
View ArticleThomas Jefferson is full of beans.
Old chocolate is amazing. And I don’t mean old as in you found last Halloween’s leftover bag of miniature Snickers bars, and after removing both the fake and the real cobwebs, you classified it as …...
View ArticleThe Din of December
There is something magical about the word December. And I think it’s more than the tingles I get from simply saying the word—a word that envelops me with a warmth containing decades of memories, all...
View ArticleThe Grand Poobah of Parties
I read a lot of historical fiction. On purpose. I like historical fiction and I write historical fiction, but the way to become a decent writer of the genre, and for others to become fervent followers...
View ArticleBaby, Is It Cold Outside?
Midway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox up here in the Northern hemisphere, folks start to get squirrelly. We’ve made it through the big eating festivals of Thanksgiving and...
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