January 6th has a new meaning.

In the Christian calendar, today is the Feast of the Epiphany. In some traditions it’s called Three Kings Day, and it’s when children get presents (as Baby Jesus did from the Magi).

Crazy quilting: another zipper and/or drawstring pouch

(Self-indulgent, image heavy post ahead)

White supremacy, the 2nd Amendment, complicity of the press.

I was going to post a movie review today.

Then there were two racist mass shootings over the weekend, and there was just no space in my head to watch and livetweet a romance.

Blogging with Integrity

I have always described myself as a reader, before most anything else. At different times I’ve been a martial arts student, a horseback rider, a roller skater, a crafter. I have been a mother (of now-adult offspring), and a food service worker, but I have always been a genre reader, even when I have struggled to read.

(I like to say that Paul Féval’s Le Bossu made me a reader before I knew how to read ¹, that Agatha Christie made me a mystery reader by the time I turned nine, and that finding a copy of E.M. Hull’s The Sheik–just shy of turning eleven–made me a genre romance reader)

I also tend to think things to death. And lately, I have been thinking a lot about how I blog and review (again). And you, lucky people, get to learn what I’ve been thinking.