Closed Doors

To the women who knocked on closed doors
until their knuckles bled,
so that we who follow might walk through an open door unscathed,
Thank you.
(140 grateful characters in honor of International Women’s Day)

Distractions, Excuses and a New Chair

Wow. I can’t believe the last time I updated here was when I posted the Bootleg XXXmas album link. I swear I did not run away with Santa…or did I?

I mean, when you think about it, what do we really know about what that guy does after December 25th anyway? Does he hook up with a naughty girl or two…or ten and vacay in sunny South Florida? Maybe the big guy takes the Mrs. and elves to Disney, perhaps? And, why is he really so jolly? For that matter, what do you actually know about me and my potentially nefarious encounters with jolly men who bring me sacks full of goodies?

Now, I’m not saying that I actually ran off with St. Nick to South Florida…and Disney. I’m not even suggesting that he and I used fast passes to “ride a banshee” at animal kingdom in a way that ensured my spot on the 2018 naughty list, but I would like to show you my new writing chair. Coincidence?

Okay. Okay. I will admit that I was in south Florida and I did go to the Magic Kingdom. I’m just not saying I was there with Mr. Claus. Who knew that some elves are attorneys capable of writing brutal, iron-clad non-disclosure agreements?

Anyway, I returned home to beautiful New Orleans just in time for snow. Snow! Of course, we also had Mardi Gras season and it all just recently culminated on Valentine’s Day…and I’ve run out of the distractions (excuses) that have kept me from posting here. So, you can expect more frequent updates… at least until March 17th when the whole city becomes Irish. Erin go brah!

P.S. I can also be found on Facebook and Twitter. Stop by and say, “hi.” I don’t bite…too hard.

Whatcha Got There Santa Claus?

Yours truly is on track 3 singing acapella. Do check out the other songs for some mischievous holiday fun.



Some men show their strength by lifting weights;
Others claim to move mountains.
But, only Daddy has the power to lift up and move this girl.

(140 powerful characters for Daddy’s Day)


It’s been awhile since I’ve written here. Now that summer (and all of the distractions that come with it) is over, I’m back to the keyboard.

To celebrate the change of seasons, I wrote this little 140 character piece – Gloaming.

Happy Fall, Y’all!

Paint the world bittersweet in the penumbra fringe;
Hasten the sun’s fade and chilled twilight air,
Then whisper dark secrets in the gloaming.

Good Girls Get Nice Presents


It’s true; good girls get nice presents, but it’s the naughty girls who get the candy cane, a ride in his sleigh and everything in his sack.
(140 good little characters)

Any Gift

Whatever the cost, be it –
your time, or your talents, or even your hard earned cash,

the true value of any gift always comes from your heart.

(140 characters with heart)
Another #HolidaySurvivalin6Words Challenge Post.

Start with Pie

Her approach to surviving the holidays was quite simple:
Count your blessings. Start with pie,” she advised.

She was a big fan of eating pie.

(140 blessed little characters)

This post was inspired by the #HolidaySurvivalin6Words challenge.

Happy Farther’s Day

We call them Daddy, Pop, Father – those guys we count on, who never reject us and love unconditionally. We celebrate the men who go farther.
(140 loving characters)

Ass Wednesday

“Asses to asses, bust to bust,
Pelvis to pelvis; lust to lust.”
A prayer for all sinners on bended knees
Front down! Ass high!

My cane, if you please.