Heroes: From Tolstoy to My Neighbor Linda by Deb Gail

When I was little I thought no one was more heroic than my mother. She had extraordinary abilities, magical fingers that could French braid my hair and twist tissue paper into flowers. She was a sculptor and a painter, a writer, a gourmet cook, an activist, a decorator and she was warm and fun and funny. Until she grew tired of all that. Including me. My dad was a defense…

Monday, December 10, 2007

Wish on a Shooting Star by Founder Kristy

I was considering writing about the Thanksgiving that my grandmother threw my mother, me, and my brother out of her condo, not because I wanted to expose family secrets, but because I happen to think it’s one of the funniest stories I’ve ever been privileged to actually be there for, and every time someone says the word “turkey” all I can think of is that it’s a “dirty, filthy bird,”…

Saturday, November 24, 2007

My Big Chill Epiphany by Founder Kristy

So I’m going for a two-parter today, a double-header, a literary hat trick…wait, is that a three-item thing? You know, I never was a big sports fan. Anyway, I’ll be writing about two seemingly unrelated issues today, and by seemingly, I mean completely. First, the thing I wasn’t originally going to write about: The Big Chill. Have you watched it lately, and I mean watched as in sat there and…

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Paris, je t’aime by Deb Jenny

And I do love Paris. Well, at least I think I do. I’ve only been there once, briefly. So I’m not sure if I’m in love with Paris, or in love with the idea of Paris. The Paris from books and films. The Paris I know intimately through others’ far more romantic experiences in that magical City of Lights. This summer, the movie that has claimed my imagination is Paris,…

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Is it that time already? by Deb Jennifer

It’s been almost exactly a year since I was graciously invited to join a little something called The Debutante Ball.  I admit, I hesitated.  I was worried that I would never get the whole blogging thing (I scarcely knew what a blog was), that I didn’t have the time to commit fully, and that both myself and my book were a bit, well, dark for the rest of the group. …

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

I’m Gonna Live Forever by Deb Kristy

Our topic this week was “Memories.” All I can think of when I hear that word is the movie Fame and the audition of pathetic little Doris Fenseker, in which she earnestly eeks out…”The Way We Were.” Such is the nature of memory. It plays tricks on us. It makes us believe we lived through something one way, when, in fact, it was another way. It gets you lost in the town you grew up…

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Here I Am, Stuck In The Middle by Deb Kristy

Ahhh, the middle, the ever-expanding, what-the-hell-is-happening-here middle. I am not talking about my waistline. That’s a whole other post. (How does ten pounds attach itself to you that quickly, anyway?) Rather, I am, right now, smack in the middle of writing my new book. And while the middle is growing, the plot is not. I am, in other words, writing a whole load of (do NOT fill in the blank…

Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Winds of Change, A Very Serious Essay by Deb Kristy

So, this week’s topic was wind. The smart ass in me (oh, and that’s about 97%) was dying to write something pithy about breaking wind, but then I decided that my definition of “pithy” was more “eight-year-old boy potty humor” than sophisticatedly amusing and I scrapped it. So, what’s a Southerner left to blog about with a topic like that? Oh, yes, five bucks to you all. It is SO Gone…

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Let It Run All Over Me by Deb Kristy

Raised on the beach as I was meant that learning to swim was a priority. I barely remember learning, I just remember always knowing how to do it, as natural as breathing. The saltwater of the Gulf of Mexico buoyed me, and I felt safe there, at ease, at home. But just after my eleventh birthday, the freighter Summit Venture rammed the Sunshine Skyway bridge’s southbound span, collapsing the center…

Saturday, June 16, 2007

The Lesson of the Red Pine by Deb Kristy

We’ve been smelling smoke for weeks down here in South Florida. Too long of a dry season has turned our brush to tinder, and lightning strikes, for which we are a world leader, seem to prove that Mother Nature is a pyro at heart when they don’t come along with the typical afternoon showers. Hundreds of acres have blackened, and homes have been destroyed. We are lucky enough that we…

Saturday, June 9, 2007