I'll admit it. I read a lot of what is often called "trash" -- romance novels, paranormal romance, cozy mysteries and chick lit. You know, the basic escapism fare. My life is real enough; I don't want to read about someone else's drama. For my escapism tastes, I blame Jane Austen, Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy.... Continue Reading →
Taphophile
According to the regular old English-language dictionary, taphophile (pronounced taf′ō-fil) is an interest in cemeteries, funerals. According to medical dictionaries taphophilia is a morbid attraction to the same. Trust doctors to make a passion into an illness. Pffft! I am also a bit of an insomniac. Two or three o'clock rolls around and I'm wide... Continue Reading →
It's My World 