I’m over at C.S. Poe’s blog today doing an interview and well, you know chatting about books and the like!

Head on over and while you’re there, take a look around! She’s got some great visitors and some fantastic blog posts!

Link to the post.

Okay. This killed me.

Paris Book Fair (“Salon du livre”)

From February 10 to 17, all paperbacks are 25% off. In addition, there is free shipping available to those who choose to pick up their paperbacks at the Paris Book Fair when they use the coupon code PARIS17. (The Paris Book Fair takes place March 24 to 27, 2017.)

I will be at the Dreamspinner Booth at Salon du Livre (Paris Book Fair) with TA Moore on 25 March 2017 from 12-2. I will also be at the Reines-Beaux Booth on that Sat AND Sunday and I will share those times when I get them.

Please stop by for all of your favourite authors!

Okay so they do more than try Asian foods but they’re adorable.

Gonna link you to the video this time because the picture chosen is… alarming.

And they don’t eat it! No idea.

Kudos and a dayum for them eating the bittermelon in its natural raw, satanic form.

The picture shows balut but they don’t eat that.

Many of us have the dirt of other lands on our feet from when and where we’ve come from. I speak as a Native Hawaiian, an Asian, a Caucasian with some dabs of stuff we’re kind of iffy on where exactly.

I am the friend of people who are one ethnicity and of those with many, some more than mine.

I’ve eaten the foods of many a people, some I’ve liked and others I have not. I have eaten the foods of my own people, some I’ve liked and others I’d sooner scrape my tongue raw than eat again.

America is at its best a nation of people. At its worst, it is a nation of people.

We are all shades from pink, ivory, yellow, brown and hints of green… my apologies to my youngest sister for dyeing her skin with food colouring one Halloween because she wanted to be the Hulk and my mother left us unattended with access to a snorkel, a bathtub, food colouring and a gallon of white vinegar.

We speak many languages and even if we speak the same language we struggle to understand one another. And sometimes we even give up trying to understand one another. We shouldn’t. But we do.

We love cats. Or dogs. Or both. Some of us have children. Others cannot even imagine having a goldfish. We drink coffee or tea and sometimes hot chocolate. Some like juice and others love milk. Some do not turn on the lights after Friday’s dusk and others have an altar where a knife stands for fire and a wand is for air.

We’re all different. We’re all the same.

Tomorrow, perhaps say hello to someone you do not know. Smile and nod at a stranger. Hold the door. Or let someone into the lane you’re driving in. Don’t yell at the kid crossing your lawn. Perhaps understand the person in front of you in the line to get coffee might be struggling to keep themselves together.

Remember that perhaps you are the happiest person in the room or maybe one day you won’t be the saddest.

Listen to music you love. Take a deep breath of a scent that reminds you of someplace you think of as home.

Carry yourself across the threshold. Marry your own soul. Love your own heart. Do not be ashamed of your tears.

But most of all, don’t forget how to laugh. For God’s sake, breathe for just a moment and don’t let your mouth forget how to smile.

Heh. Because I just came back from the frozen tundra that is New York (state). Also…. puppehs!