Oh I'm a bad auntie.
Not in a Michael Jackson way. In a truly negligent sense.
My niece turned sixteen this past week and did I say anything to anybody here?
Negative. I gave her the equivalent of a digital cricket chirp.
So--happy belated birfday Jamers!
You are a fun, smart, beautiful goofball and I can't wait to celebrate next week with some 3-D Johnny Depp, dancin' Wii rabbits and Vietnamese food. Love ya lots!
There's a shadow constantly hovering at my shoulder. For all my gallivanting into the social whirl, nevermind the positive social media...
Ever wondered what it takes to get a piece of fiction published? I'm not talking New Yorker type of prose. That's a rarefied world ...
Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
Welp, after a half-year experiment in social media, BSP has returned to its blogger roots. I hated Faceborkland, tbh. Sure, it was easier t...