Ah, February, the month of love. As a poet, I am expected to shower my readers with love poetry. However, as a poet, I do, shall we say, lean toward the dark, the […]
Stalking dogs across the UK and finding Pubs that love them.
Poet, Fiber Artist, Young Adult Fiction author.
Connoisseur of the ugly and tacky.
Always looking for what makes me laugh. Found him. Married him. Bought a goat.
Ah, February, the month of love. As a poet, I am expected to shower my readers with love poetry. However, as a poet, I do, shall we say, lean toward the dark, the […]
By Ann LaBar Russek Once again, my thoughts turn to getting a boob job. It happens every new year or so. The desire to regain lost youth, catch my husband’s mid-life, perhaps […]
Mother’s Day Coming home late from my daughter’s preschool’s Mother’s Day tea, a feast of banana-walnut muffins made by those who’ll, one day, discover elements Q and J or become Secretary of […]