Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: March Meeting of the Pym Society

Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: March Meeting of the Pym Society: Greetings! The 2012 North American conference in March was a huge success, with record attendance and lots of new faces joining the regular...

Dr. E's Doll Museum Blog: The Woman in Black and Dolls

Dr. E's Doll Museum Blog: The Woman in Black and Dolls: I finally got my copy of this long awaited DVD. Since I read Hill's novel, I have thought of few other films, only Dark Shadows, which I...

Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: To an Athlete Dying Young

Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: To an Athlete Dying Young: For my friend, Steve: Well, two weeks and $400 later I am once again feeling much better; how clear everything looks after a good night's s...

Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: In Memoriam Anne Boleyn May 19th

Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: In Memoriam Anne Boleyn May 19th: Every year I mention her; she's fascinated me since I was 8 or 9. The cruelty of her fate, the saddness in her life, the isolation and fear...

For my Friend Steve; May He Rest in Peace

To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.

The Legend of Tugfest

Later today, we have our Book Launch Party for this book. I Hope it goes well; don't know if I'll be there; I can barely talk and am sick with acid reflux, caused by who knows what? Friday was a trying day of funerals, vistiations, palace intrique, and one unruly person who dared threaten me. She needs to get a life.

An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: Diary

An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: Diary: A link; http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2546218/1/The_Diary_of_Elizabeth_Bathory From Ambrose Maximilian, a fictional account of Erzebet's la...