It's no secret that letter writing has become a dying art if indeed it is not already buried and dead in the journals and pages of long ago authors and poets. I was reminded of this today when I spent the afternoon browsing the shelves of Barnes and Nobles and enjoying what will no doubt be my last peppermint mocha of the holiday season.
December 28, 2009
Mourning Love Letters
Labels:
age,
Barnes and Nobles,
bookstore,
coffee,
death,
Fanny Brawne,
John Keats,
love letters,
movies,
musings. books,
passion,
writing,
youth
December 25, 2009
Tales of a Shopping Cart
I'm writing this blog on the back of my dental receipt from this morning's root canal while standing in line at Walmart. I know...what was I thinking when I pulled into the more-crowded-than-usual parking lot. Probably the same thing I was thinking when I drove into the lot of the dentist office this morning - RUN for your life.
July 19, 2009
Sexy, free dates?
I’ve been shamelessly lounging around the pool this summer, relaxing, tanning, and reading each and every page of Cosmo. When I got “The Hot Issue”, I couldn’t wait to dig in
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