Who wrote the Book of Love?

If I were to choose a name for a musical group, I would look for something that had...well, a sense of intrigue; or at least implied musicality of some form. As young  wanna be politicians practice their acceptance speeches while brushing their teeth. The thoughts of the musicians that I…

Birthin’ English!

If you have not taken a trip over to the Urban Dictionary lately, it might be worth a click. While some of the words may be a little R-rated for more sensitive dispositions, its many pages tell of a healthy English language. New words from multi-disciplined backgrounds are meeting, courting,…

A Slice of December

Oh the weather outside is .... Depending  on where you are from originally, some may find our weather of late to be way, way too cold while others find in the fierce crispness the perfect opportunity to wear shorts with  fleece hat and gloves. Whatever spectrum of chill floats your…

Domo Arigato Mr Roboto

The leaves turn from green to rust and a girl’s thoughts turn to…well…robots. So for me, November is Robot Appreciation Month. According to Facebook, appreciation of our metal and plastic friends was October 9th, but I missed it so, if you would like, hop on board the nano-train and join…

Cool stuff in October

I am scheming about what I can cook in my crock pot, hot chocolate is suddenly a perfect dinner after and the desire to curl up with a blanket and a cat is sounding more like a lifestyle choice rather than a bedtime option. Yup, fall is falling upon us…

Goooooaaaal!

World Cup moved into my house 19 days ago. I was minding my own business, making yet another batch of  brownies, attempting to perfect the recipe, when 22 sweaty men stomped through my home. It has been fun, witnessing  cultural diversity on the pitch and in the stands, the athleticism…

Maya, no illusion

I don't know if my mother would agree, but it always felt growing up as if Maya Angelou had reached saint status in our house; and this was well before the appearance of Oprah! Her poetry especially, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and Still I Rise were litanies:…

Still life

I am sitting at my kitchen table admiring a table of gifts that were given to me this weekend. A mossy pot holding a bed of varied succulents; a mason jar of droopy yellow and red tulips and a healthy bunch of chocolate mint.  The petals of the tulips are…