So, a friend was suggesting that we go to a jazz club tonight, which is all fine and dandy with me. I dig Miles Davis. Have a number of his albums. On vinyl. Love the music. But, he added a little “caveat” to the mix. He told me, “Ah, they have a dress code.”
Great. A […]
So, I admit I have been caught up in a bit of hype that is surrounding the obviously B-movie throwback flick “Snakes on a Plane” that is scheduled to hit theaters this August.
However, that flick isn’t what this post is about. I’m simply enjoying the pun on the title. In fact, this post is about […]
So, the insane heat wave here in Tulsa finally broke. (It’s been 95, 96, 97 degrees F for over a week now.) This morning broke cool and light and tasty and green . . . and on my way to work, I had this poem repeating in my head:
Telephone Booth Number 905 1/2
woke up this […]
Yes, I joined. I got sucked in by the idea of it all: someone to visit Vegas with and talk Oscar Wilde with and handcuff to the bedpost. Ah, we are all sucked in by fluffy fairytale dreams once in awhile. (Granted, my fairytales might be a little more . . . unusual than most, […]
As many of you well know, I’m working on a trashy romance novel—an idea inspired by a trip to the used bookstore one day, where loads of chunky gals perused the romance shelves and I thought, “Hmmmm. I’ll bet all those heroines are skinny and getting sex. What if I tried a sex-uped zaftig romance […]