When I was little I thought no one was more heroic than my mother. She had extraordinary abilities, magical fingers…
Category: Kristy Kiernan
I was considering writing about the Thanksgiving that my grandmother threw my mother, me, and my brother out of her…
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,…
And I do love Paris. Well, at least I think I do. I’ve only been there once, briefly. So I’m…
It’s been almost exactly a year since I was graciously invited to join a little something called The Debutante Ball. …
Our topic this week was “Memories.” All I can think of when I hear that word is the movie Fame and…
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…
So, this week’s topic was wind. The smart ass in me (oh, and that’s about 97%) was dying to write…
Raised on the beach as I was meant that learning to swim was a priority. I barely remember learning, I…
We’ve been smelling smoke for weeks down here in South Florida. Too long of a dry season has turned our…
