Mrs. Tulip went to town to buy a brand-new evening gown. The first she saw was sea foam green. A lovelier sight had never been seen. So said the salesfish, standing by, fins on hips, twinkle in her eye. ‘I’ll take it then!’ cried Mrs. Tulip. ‘It’ll match my daily afternoon julep!’
Did we look for the mouse hundreds of times, my toddler son and I? You bet, and gladly I’d do it again, given the chance to try.
Mother (with necklace) Lorelei Lo Daughter (hair parted in the middle) Lovey Granddaughter (somber, wistful) Ambergold M: raised by a Dragon; D: drank from a flagon; G: rode in a wagon. M: collected shoes and pins; D: could not abide grins; G: was the mother of twins. M: had a favorite lamp; D: was the […]
Had Mother’s Day been around and about in the 1800s, Edward Lear would have had to compose 2 loving limericks to celebrate the day. For you see, Edward was the 20th child born to Ann and Jeremiah Lear. Yes, you heard that right. And yes, that’s Ann #1. Ann #2 was Edward’s eldest sister, 21 […]
J. M. Barrie was a little tiny man. He wrote the story of Peter Pan. Did he do it very well? You bet, according to Tinkerbell.
I wandered through the looking glass the other day in search of Alice. I had a question I wanted to ask her. She wasn’t there, though. Neither Queen, Red or White, had seen her lately. Both Queens urged me to join them fishing for socks in the stream. I made an excuse, explaining to them […]
When Amzo was the Queen of Clover her daughter to a Dragon she had to hand over A rescue, it seems, was found only in dreams and a sliver of hope in a magical rover