Despite what felt like an inordinate amount of rain this May, I refused to be kept indoors!
Baby, it's cold outside. What better way to stay warm and walk off all those Thanksgiving calories than going to the mall? OK, now scratch out "mall" and replace it with "local indie bookstore" because this weekend it's Small Business Saturday AND Indies First. (Insert squeal of joy.)
There is very little "Renaissance" in a Renaissance Festival. A better description is Middle Ages meets Middle Earth with a lot more retail stores and a lot fewer boils and sores. That's not to say I don't love a good Renn Fest!
A prison is not a place I would think I'd find great art.
It's the season of the carnival. And this weekend I had one goal and one goal only: brave creaky carnival rides. Seems simple. It wasn't.
Friend and fellow writer, of the byLisaTully blog, shared the story behind the author panel she'll be moderating this weekend for me and another fellow author in the Northern Virginia (NOVA)/Washington, DC area. This isn't just another promotion for our books. This author panel was the result of a strange occurrence involving stolen books.
There is something about spring that just feels like poetry. Maybe that's why April was chosen for National Poetry Month. Yet, I'm struggling to really appreciate the beauty of this season...Apparently only Wordsworth can tell me why.
Yes, it's April 1, which means it's April Fool's Day. Boring! One day to play jokes on each other? No thanks. I'm more interested in the fact that this marks day 1 of National Poetry Month. Here's how to celebrate. Plus a poem by a wonderful young poet to start the month off right.