Picture of the Week

Nowan stopped when we reached the river bank and, letting go of my hand, parted the reeds so very carefully. I saw it, then, white and slender, a bird made of light. It walked in the water on its long, slim legs, perfectly balanced, as if dancing to a music it could only hear. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. From Requiem for a King by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban

2018-10-30T09:56:40-04:00November 6th, 2010|2 Comments

Garlic for Breakfast 2

Welcome to the first chapter of my brand new paranormal mystery novel Garlic for Breakfast. If you missed the teaser last week, you can read it now by clicking the title under the "Labels" category on the left sidebar.Enjoy!Garlic for BreakfastbyCarmen Ferreiro-EstebanEarlier that day Becquer called Sunday morning.I was arguing with my daughter, at the time, because she wanted to go to a Halloween party, and I had said no. It was not [...]

2018-10-30T09:56:40-04:00November 5th, 2010|3 Comments

Schvitzing, Kvetching, Noshing

by Chrysa SmithWith a name like mine, could I be anything but a goyem? (Gentile)Right. I spent the better part of my education in some sort of blue plaid or herringbone Catholic School uniform. But growing up in NYC gave me some very nice advantages: great food, plentiful work, cultural diversity and the knowledge of some very phonetically-cool Yiddish words and expressions that express words and expressions like no English word could:Stop your [...]

2018-10-30T09:56:41-04:00November 4th, 2010|1 Comment

The Rebel’s Guide to the Holiday Housescape

by Chrysa Smith Starting right about now, my nesting instincts kick in. I've got my scented candles burning, my fireplace roaring and I'm curled up on the sofa with a cozy blanket and two furry friends. The throw pillows have been 'seasoned' in slip-covered shades of sage green, burgundy and gold. And I've pulled out all the seasonal decor: fresh mums, fake pumpkins and dried willow branches. It's cozy. It's inviting. It feels [...]

2018-10-30T09:56:41-04:00November 3rd, 2010|1 Comment

On the Hunt for the Elusive Rest Room

A Middle Aged Woman Laughs at (and Laments!) the Ladies' RoomBy: Mary Fran BontempoDespite what we’re taught by the history books, women have always been hunters. According to those who profess to know these things, we women have long been assigned the role of gatherers, placidly picking berries and tender leaves from plants to compliment the side of beef the guys drug home from the wild to feed the young ‘uns. We accepted [...]

2018-10-30T09:56:41-04:00November 2nd, 2010|5 Comments
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