My brainwaves veered straight into overdrive early this a.m. as it roll called the  !! should !! and !! have to !! and !! better not forget !! and … yep, you’ve heard these rambles before. Imperfect And I giggle as I go about this somewhat frantic, ohmygosh, !! company !! straightening up biz, ’cause …

Just 5 days ago, I wrote !! pens !! where I asked, how many  ?? with a send your address to my email (smiledott@yahoo.com) request, I’ll bop on over to USPS promise and a you’re happy, I’m happy, consider it done deal. & it’s because of your gracious response to my simple words, I’m going …

Truth be told, Twitter, the reason I haven’t officially deactivated my account is because I can’t remember my password. ‘Twas 8 years ago ? hmmm. maybe it was 7 ?? anyways, at the time, my secret code was not written down and placed in a secure spot, so now … poof. It’s Gone. And since …

They arrived on my doorstep the day before yesterday and yep, I’m pretty excited. One hundred fifty, brand spankin’ new pens with jackihaltonmcavoy.com stamped neatly upon. This is the second time I’ve ordered a box of these lovelies. The first batch has been placed, shared and conveniently left behind here, there and just about everywhere, …

One More Chance is what I shared, yesterday. And as a someone who’s familiar with this blog, you probably gave it a glance, an uh-huh and went about your Sunday. You’ve seen it before. You realize, my poems appear in this space every couple weeks or so. It’s what I do. It’s how we roll. …

Dad’s yesterday evening text, they gave him his last rites caught me a bit off guard. I mean, I know my great-uncle has been sick and in Hospice, but the realization, this awesome human being will be leaving us soon, just hurts my heart. It’s a sadness for me, though, not him. For what awaits …

For me, it 99.9%, always, always, ALWAYS happens in threes. Those gentle, out of the blue, just because, reminders. All is fine. Stars are aligned. YaY This time, #1’s awesomeness was delivered in a simple, sincere text. & if that don’t melt the heartstrings into a zillion bitty bits … ? WoW.  Little does this …

After placing Dear Writer into Tuesday’s orbit, a wistful sense of nostalgia glided in to remind me of the good ol’ days of letter writing Pen Pals and the pure, simple joy of discovering an addressed to !! ME !! correspondence in the mailbox. ‘Twas cursive, at it’s finest, FOR ♥ SURE. ahhhhh, memories. As …

Repeated, on this National Author’s Day with BIG HUGS, high-fives, exclamation points and wooo-hooo-s. Enjoy. ♥ My brain and I have been experiencing a zig-zag of emotions these days. Should I ? Shouldn’t I ? Will I ? Won’t I ? Do I ? Don’t I ? It’s a burden I place upon my very own self, every now and …

As he headed my way and I his, I anticipated our hello or good morning greeting to happen next. Stopped in our tracks at the same, exact instant, she gifted, instead. Mirrored images, we became, each grabbing our phones to snap her perfect, fantastic beauty. And when our paths officially crossed, we duplicated compliments, wished a happy …