My first T. Jefferson Parker. Turns out this DID win the Edgar the year it was published ( Read more... )

Does the new Velvet Revolver song (Falling to Pieces, or whatever it is) remind anyone else of the heyday of Hair Bands????

Ahh. The stillness of a sleeping house. Just me and the cats up and about; I do miss the days when EVERY day was this way, but that's part of what makes it so sweet now.

Bliss.

Spin shoes make all the difference in the world.

To help the local flood victims, there are a number of fund-raisers going on around town today. I was going to take the kids down to Heinz Field where, for a donation, you could get player autographs (I'd love to meet Jerome and talk asthma with him!) and then tour the players' locker room. Alas, exhausto-girl put an end to THAT ambition ( Read more... )

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Once upon a time, back when miniskirts ruled the 80s, as did Madonna and Culture Club, there was a class geek. A geek of such caliber, even Michael Anthony Hall bowed in his presence. A geek who knew darn well how smart he was, whose glasses swallowed up half his face, who played trumpet in the junior high school band ( Read more... )

As soon as the words came out of the other man's mouth, Tom braced himself.

"Demanding?" Vanessa asked like she couldn't believe what she was hearing, like she'd never been called demanding before -- or, if she had, not to her face. "I am demanding ( Read more... )

"Why is it," Mitchell asked Daniel, "that we only pay attention to people when they're dying or already dead ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I'm now using the LJ as a place to write scenes. Play along; all scenes will be based on some sort of fact in my life. I may send out prizes to the person who pegs the truth in them (you all got Spike's Birthday, and thanks for the many wishes to him ( Read more... )