Britany B
Britany is currently lost in Houston, but not worried because she brought plenty of snacks. An avid traveler with a wild, squishy heart--she birthed one baby in New Orleans, the other, in Amsterdam. She recently bought a dog, named him Dragon, and brags to strangers about it. In a former life, she owned a wedding planning business; misses the free cake, the most. When she isn’t avoiding cooking AT ALL COSTS, she is trying to squeeze out some good words, hoping to make a living by using her imagination and pen to scare children (the next great kidlit series, they say). She prefers her drinks dirty. Is anxious. Kind of wishes it was Halloween. And will likely hug you a beat too long and make it weird.
Friday Favorites:: Edition 9
I wish I was writing this post from my favorite coffee shop, frequenting the counter for more Matcha.
Ew, I know. But it grows on you and helps with the bloat.
Unfortunately, I haven't been to...
Windows :: My View from Quarantine and Other Stories
Lucas and Mae are in love, but prefer to walk separately.
Mae, several feet ahead, staring back at her husband of 27 years, as she jogs.
Backwards.
They keep eye contact, but he makes sure to scout...
The Power of Strangers :: How to Make Room at Your Table
When he first approached my table, I barely gave him a glance. He wasn't carrying the coffee I ordered. Not holding a puppy, either. There was nothing I needed from him.
Just a stranger.
And this...
Dirty Words and Where to Find Them :: Romance Books to Get You In...
Need an escape into pure entertainment and want to get in the mood? We've got a collection of romance books that will do the trick.
What makes you blush?
For me, it's not what you would...
How to Become a Dog Owner :: A Field Guide for the Newly Hopeful
I've decided to get a dog.
It's cool, I already know about the poop.
So much poop.
But I'm not scared. No signs of an upcoming shiver.
Because I love dogs.
But you wouldn't know that if you stalked...
Found in December :: Second Chances, Zip Lining, and Other Magical Things
There's magic hidden in December.
The leftovers from a year of wishing, finding refuge among an assortment of discarded big plans and several breaded things.
And eggnog. Things tend to get stuck there.
Next month, there will...
Bathtub Confessional :: Forgiveness for Mothers
I can be found dancing.
Almost, any day.
Likely, in the kitchen.
Where I don’t cook.
It’s slow. Cheek to mushy cheek, with a doll consumed in curls. She calls me MAMA!, with a forced twang and excess...
Give Yourself the Creeps :: A Preparation Guide for Halloween
“The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.”
-Fredric Brown
Great horror doesn’t require you to bleed. It has little interest in your screams.
It doesn't recall the...
Confessions of a Bibliophile :: How Books Can Save a Life
It's pronounced bib·li·o·phil. But I try to make it sound fancier by extending the last "l" for an additional beat.
I've been told it almost works.
She's a lover of books. A connoisseur of odd words. A shameless...
Growing Wildflowers :: Preparing Two {Very} Different Hearts For School
My daughter is a storm that greets you at midnight. Grand in its entrance. Waking you just enough to lose your dream. Then unleashing fury when you attempt to ignore its presence. Magnificent, but...