Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 47.5 — Mr. Dumfries Sets Out

Ch. 47.5 -- Mr. Dumfries paced back and forth in his living room. Pale gray light filtered in along the edges of the closed curtains. The gingerbread he had eaten for breakfast had filled him with strength and energy. He had bathed, trimmed his scraggly beard, and dressed in his best uniform. He now had…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 41.5 — A Temper Tantrum

Ch. 41.5 -- Nothing happened. Zelda stared in surprise at the sleeping prince. Then she kissed him again. Janine watched in astonishment as again, nothing happened. “No,” said Zelda. “This is impossible. My kiss was guaranteed to work. He said it would work!” Zelda slapped Ezra, but he didn’t wake up. Then she took out…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 38.1 — Meanwhile, Back at the Dragon Cave

CH. 38.1 -- For several months, Jay B. R. Wokky’s cave became the most popular spot in the kingdom. Many girls came to kiss the prince. They came by royal coach. They came in wagons. They came by dogsled. When the snow melted and spring began, they came by horseback and wagon and on foot. All…

Black Ice

Book Review: Black Ice -- Becca Fitzpatrick Seventeen-year-old Britt and her best friend, Korbie, head into the Teton Mountains of Wyoming for spring break, looking forward to a fun-filled week of backpacking, lounging at her friend’s family cabin, and staying out of the way of Korbie’s brother, Calvin, who is also her ex-boyfriend. But when…

Oh, Canada!

I'm in Alberta, Canada for my nephew's wedding on Saturday. So far I've managed to pack a couple of month's activities into four days. I've cleaned house, gone shopping (have you ever put 8 huge cans of tropical fruit salad in your shopping cart?), created an outdoor patio garden in blue glazed pots and transplanted…

A Day of Fog and Ice

This is a day of fog and icy roads, a day when I am bundled into a thick sweatshirt, wondering why I moved from sunny southern California.  The mountains are shrouded in pale white.  I can barely see the trees in the orchard behind my house.  All that remains are ghostly shapes and twisted branches. …