A Cry to Heaven, "How could this be?!" So much she gifted us, on so much we fed Cry again, "How and when and why was it she?" A lifetime of belles-lettres, forever to be read   Sometimes a fair sky, light clouds and bright sun, most of it was rain and shadows and fog Vienna, Rancho, Paris and Budapest San Francisco, Amsterdam, Miami and Prague The globe in her velvet, emerald purse, New Or...

  May the leprechauns dance over your bed and bring you sweet dreams. - Irish lessing   To this day, across much of the Western Isle, the lore of fairies remains so strong, farmers will divert crops, homebuilders will adjust property lines, hikers will swing wide of their treks and the burliest and beardiest of men dare not trifle with the environmental curiosity known as, the fairy ring, a.k.a...

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  Rainy morgen on Alisal Road, California's Danish burg begins to start and stir, as Mormor's oven begins to wake and warmDreessen's Bakery, long since awake, busies and bustles, so many treasures to bake   Kringle, dream cakes, butter rings, æebleskiver and kaffeeMorning treats so luscious and fine, "Hygge!" he might exclaim, the Old one once called GormYet the charmed life is not so placid, o...

  Is it cynical to find the silver lining, to instinctively seek it in the first place? One supposes it depends upon whom answers. Cynical could be read as pragmatic. 2020 was a vile year for so many around the globe, on so many facets. For those whom did not survive it, for their inner circles, there is, likely, no silver lining, and the only thing to write is sincerest condolences. What can one...

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  Long before Instagram bred the invasive FOMO strain, many a home-bound, snowbound Victorian envisioned warmer, winter climes, mostly by way of personal memories (if they had been fortunate enough to travel), letters from friends on sunny holidays (those actually fortunate enough to travel), or by literature-fueled imagination, reading tomes like Treasure Island or Winged Life in the Tropics by ...

Just as the serene and darkly beautiful drizzle and glow of autumn convince me Halloween is my fave holiday - ranking after my bday, of course - December sprinkles its silvery-whte skies with a magical mélange of cinnamon, fairy dust and smiles, convincing me that, now, Christmas is my fave holiday. Okie dokie, December! You win! No more Pumpkin Spice lattes; 'tis now time for Egg Nog lattes! ~Hom...

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Tiny Mulder - and our JennyPop - might draw strange looks in public, as JennyPop - and the odd cohort - position him hither and thither; yet, he doesn't mind the judgment. She doesn't mind either. TM is out there and loving it! Drinking in the atmos of pubs and bars, here and abroad, surveying the pumpkin pie and pressies at Thanksgiving dinner and on Christmas mornings, TM will be relegated to a ...

It is unclear whether or not Tiny Scully would appreciate Tiny Mulder's grand gesture. ...

Little Miss JennyPop, as most people know, Longed to revisit 18thC. Venice; she was always ready to go.   So to Caffè Florian, the oldest in the world - 1720 - she did flock. For this Italian adventure, naturally, she packed her most Verdi-inspired frock.   On a rainy, Veneto night, into Florian they fled, Sipping famed Florian brandy and espresso, JennyPop and her belov-ed.   Taking in a...

The New Year cometh! What's on your docket? What dragons will you slay, what cats will you herd, what other animal analogies will you concoct? JennyPop is ready for a new year! New Savannah of Williamsburg (Book IV finished and soon-to-be-published!), more Euro travel - likely with Tiny Mulder in-tow - and, as always, San Diego Comic-Con! Plus, whatever else may cross JennyPop's path. Who knows? L...

So we're clear, Like Highlander ... there can be only one. JennyPop.     Follow @JennyPopCom Twitter and Insta Amazon Author Page  ...

Four Hours in Iceland: Notes on Exhaustion, Brain Drain and David Sedaris - loopy, jet-lagged scribbling journaled on layover at Keflavik Int'l Airport -   20 Sept. 2K17 1:45pm - 5:45pm 8dg C. (outside, duh)   How many degrees Fahrenheit are 8 degrees Celsius? What is the Icelandic currency, and how much is it worth? When "nachos" cost 650kr, what does this mean, to me? Beer and Brennivin...