"Wuthering Heights"--Best Movie Poster Ever?

I probably read Wuthering Heights when I was 12 and like many I loved Heathcliff in all his obsessive glory. But I wanted the book to be more, well, romantic. I wanted that feel good moment when Cathy and Heathcliff ride off into the sunset with their own happy ending. I hope this isn't a spoiler when I say, I was hurt when that didn't happen. So I had no intention of watching the latest interpretation of WH until I saw THAT poster. You know the one, Jacob Elordi holding Margot Robbie in an impressive clinch cover embrace. My God, that poster was made for every lover of bodice rippers. You literally could not keep me away from the film. It captures the heat of the couple's relationship, Heathcliff's dominance and Cathy's helpless submission to their love (lust?). And for me, the movie does the same. But even if it didn't, that poster, and all of its over the top juiciness, lives rent free in my mind.

Hello Mr. Bridgerton

Although at the time I'd never read a book by Julia Quinn, I loved the the show Bridgerton from the very first episode. Jane Austen on steroids, with sex and technocolor fashion? Yes, please. But other than Anthony, I was not impressed with the Bridgerton males. These were the guys I was supposed to fall in love with and root for? They seemed kind of meh. Especially Benedict. He came off as too flighty/whimsical, heck too beta to steal my heart. And yet, I'm loving his season of the show. Benedict and Sophie have great chemistry and I'm enjoying the upstairs/downstairs dynamic of this season. Who knew I'd be so interested in the servant class in the Bridgerton world. And yet I am. Yes, dear reader, this fourth season Bridgerton is full of delightful surprises. And I can't wait to see what happens in the second half of the season. Bravo Shanda/Julia Quinn, you've done it again.

Hello 2026

For the first time in a long time, I didn't ring in the new year in my home. Instead I was in Seattle celebrating with my brother and his family. And despite the jet lag, I was able to see the ball drop with my nieces. New Years's morning we worked on vision boards, something I've never done before. I'm hoping to manifest a joyful year with exciting travel, reading and writing amazing stories, deep love and money (please God money). Here's to 2026 being a wonderful year for us all and may we all get what we hope for!

Loving Christmas

May your Christmas season be filled with hot cocoa, warm fires, laughter, presents and love. Lots of love. See you next year!

Love Me a Thick'um

Nelly Furtado has been back in the limelight after taking some time off (I think). If you haven't seen her in a while, know that she has gained some weight. A good amount of weight. In all the right places. She is lush and luscious and in my opinion, sexy as hell. And I don't even like femmes. Yet when I posted about her never looking better, folks (men?) were questioning my sanity, my sincerety and my eyesight. As if someone who is larger than before can not be more attractive. It is wild to me how much we love and worship a particular look for women. For many if we don't fit into a specific mold, we don't deserve adoration. What bullshit. Nelly was cute when she was younger and much thinner. But for my money, she's a sexy goddess now. Heavier and older. Long may her thickness reign!

That Funny Feeling In The Pit of Your Stomach

It should come as no surprise that I'm a hopeless romantic. What can I say, I love love. And when I found the above picture of two lovers, I fell hard. They just lookou so smitten that I want to hug myself in glee. I want to write stories that make me (and you) feel like this picture makes me feel--absolutely giddy. It is just so inspiring. So if you write love stories too, you're welcome. If you love seeing happy couples too, you're welcome. If you love love, you're welcome. Now go find someone whose eyes you can gave into lovingly and cherish that inevitable funny feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Loving Aging?

I'm of the age where it is perfectly normal to have a midlife crisis. My fiftieth birthday is in the rearview mirror and I'm closer to sixty than I am to forty. For my fiftieth birthday I got my belly button re-pierced specifically because I wanted to do something that said 'I'm not old'. Now that another birthday is creeping up on me, I'm thinking of doing more things that say, 'I'm not old'. Like wearing my my nose ring to work (come on, everyone is doing it) or getting another tattoo. The one in this post has been calling to me. What do you think of it? I'm only getting older and I hope that as time passes I make changes to myself that I actually love and not just because I don't want to be old. I don't think I love aging, but I do love me, at any age.