Peace be with you too.
Nightly Stella Mightly
Tonight, before brushing her teeth and going to sleep, Stella might:
Is it Friday the 13th?
It may only be your imagination.
Stella’s Visitor – Act 5
“Walk with me, Stella,” purred the blue cat. “Let me share something with you.” Still grappling with the reality of a world with talking animals and no sun, Stella simply nodded and kept pace with her new azure companion as it shared with her a cautionary tale. Stella listened for hours and learned of the continuing…
Stella’s Visitor – Act 4
Stella had fallen asleep. She was laying on the floor in the moonlight. She didn’t realize it, but she was also curled next to the meteorite that had mysteriously broke through her dining room window earlier in the day. Breathing softly, Stella dreamed of vast flowing landscape. She saw hills of green sand dotted with…
Stella’s Visitor – Act 3
“Seriously, mom. I think this thing is a meteorite, and it’s sounds like it is singing.” “Well, Stella, sounds to me like you’ve got a mess,” countered her homebound 81-year-old mother. “Well, mom, it does look wet. And I think it is starting to stink,” replied Stella as she leaned toward the thrumming rock lodged…
Mr. & Mrs. B’s Bourbon Balls—a recipe for fun and friendship.
Those bourbon balls were legendary in their power over the palate (and senses)!
You’ve had those kind of dreams, right?
Before a certain time, back in San Francisco, I had a dream where I was a completely other type of person. You’ve had those kind of dreams, right? So, this other Stephanie lived the mod lifestyle and drove a Vespa. She was still a skinny minnie and loved candy apple colored stilettos. She and her…
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