I'm in the Channel Islands, experiencing life at 35mph or less, as long as one is not cloud gazing. The jet stream has shifted to right over the English Channel, flattening the surf, drastically changing the shapes of the clouds.
Last evening, I went to an open air production of the Mowgli stories, in a castle courtyard. Unfortunately, "break a leg" took on a whole new meaning when one of the members of the cast made too quick an exit down too steep a flight of improvised steps and twisted her ankle so badly that the show could not go on, and the ambulance had to be called.
How Good is Good Enough? - Bear with me while I work out some doubts. Last month I published GRANDMA?, a YA comedy horror novel I wrote with my nineteen year old son, Talon. A lot o...
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