Precious little seems more tempting than a new book, comfy socks and hours stretching out before me to delve into the mystery, murder or romance. Even better if there is all three. Sleep is for the wussies when there is “just one more chapter” to be read. But it’s hard to read and drive. Living…
Author: K.R. Brorman
Friday Fun
or One Can Never Have Too Many Leopard Print Shoes I’m sure my precious-es are meager compared to some. Today they are merely a means to an end. It’s Friday! Nothing serious or maudlin to start the weekend I’m practicing my formatting. Thank you Jamie Gold for sending me down this rabbit hole. Blogging: Tips,…
Where is Gene Kelly when you need him?
I had this particular positive affirmation appear in my facebook timeline twice this morning. Two different memes, and I’m no dummy. It must be a sign right?? In fact, I love this life approach. I love rain and dancing in it, literally and metaphorically. This morning however, I did not feel the moral boost I…
Wayne, Whiskey, Writing
Standing in my dark kitchen this morning, nothing but the soft glow of the oven light and hum of the ice maker, plundering my latest issue of Food & Wine (I’ve become a recipe ripper instead of a magazine saver), John Wayne jumped up from page 90 and my Hero bent my head to the…
Manic Monday No More
It’s Monday and time to take on the world! Again???? Start that diet. Begin exercising 30 minutes everyday. Write 1000 words and it’s not even NaNoWriMo. Keep a journal. Be a better friend. ALL in the next week. However, by Wednesday we are scarfing donuts, surfing the internet, playing games and postponing returning texts or…
To V, or not to V:
that is the question: Whether tis most arrousing in the book to suffer The swoons and kisses of convenient purity, Or to take charge against a sea of virginity, And by opposing end them? To love: to hope; No more; and by real sex to say we end The page-skimming and thousand fictitious O’s. That…
Music Monday Madness
We do love alliteration around here. Today’s ear wig courtesy of my son JSB and the FABulous Gloria Gaynor And now ladies and gentlemen. Put on your hot pants, sequined tube tops and roller skates for The REAL Gloria Gaynor.
Self Portrait
Everything is ready. The house is quiet. Her favorites on perpetual shuffle, turned down low. Coffee, just how she likes it. A taste and skill acquired over many months initially to be able to do something nice for her young adult daughter. The ever faithful and more importantly, silent supportive canine companion snoring in the…
Walk on the moon…
…win the lotto, become a saint, grow six inches (so width matches height), run the Boston Marathon in March, win the Pulitzer AND Nobel prize for literature, cure cancer, world peace. THERE! The perfectly unobtainable and therefore perfectly designed to fail and reaffirm every negative thought I’ve had about myself since discovering my boobs were…
Get it together man!
“Yeah, no shit!” ROTFLMAO (typical facebook or twitter reply) Then I started thinking about it. What exactly does having one’s shit together look like? Happy marriage? Financial freedom? Professional success? Physical fitness? Children off the pipe or the pole? Do I actually know anyone who has it together? Have I ever had it together? Sure,…