Kay Reviews Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

A few times each summer, I indulge in one of my life’s greatest pleasures by reading a book cover-to-cover in one sitting. Most often, my marathon reading takes place over the wee hours of the morning, when I don’t have to deal with phone calls, texts, or feeding myself or the mammals. I really wasn’t…

Remembering Howie

Today is the one-year anniversary of my Grandpa Howie’s death. I wrote about him several times immediately after he passed away, and I’ve re-read those posts today to remind myself how far I’ve moved in my grief in the months he’s been gone. I still miss that guy like you wouldn’t believe. I consider myself…

The Funk Buster

Ooooh, I am in a funk tonight. It’s like the monstrous throbbing pimple that has been my mood all week has finally finished brewing and has splatted on the bathroom mirror. I would like to beat the stuffing out of all my pillows with a tennis racquet, or maybe my big metal whisk since I…

Christmas Finery

I just got off the phone with my momma, who described going to visit the kids she works with at the elementary school back home. For today’s monthly assembly, the students were all asked to dress in their Christmas finest to get in the spirit of the season. She said they looked adorable, and the…

Remembering a Gentle Heart

This is an old, old photo of me and my paternal grandfather. When I was very small, I climbed into his lap whenever we stopped in to see him and my grandma, and I stayed there for much of our visit. Thinking back to those visits, I mostly remember laughing. Grandpa tickled me until I…

Scheming

My Halloween costume this year will be truly fantastic. I’m not saying a thing until after the fact, because I don’t think you’ll really be able to appreciate my plan until after liftoff. All will be revealed, my friends, so don’t lose hope. I love Halloween. Since the first time my mother made me a…

In the Interest of Balance

I’m keeping it short today. There’s a huge pile of marking waiting for me on the kitchen table, and I need a decent sleep if I am going to survive this week. There are times when keeping things running here at Blue Speckled Pup is a minor task, but some weeks school and life join…

Wow, He’s Old

My little brother had a birthday last week, and he turned 25. The whole thing is rather frightening to me because I remember very clearly the day he was born. I was a perky four year old with wildly curly hair, so excited for what I was sure would be a little sister to play…

Happy Birthday, Old Woman

I’m another year older today, and I think I’ve officially hit the age where a birthday is less exciting than it is panic- inducing. Sometimes it’s hard to be a grown up. Being a grown up was also certainly easier when I wasn’t getting so darn close to thirty. Sort of. I look back on…

My Dad is Cooler Than Your Dad

Today is Fathers’ Day, and today I’m going all old-school, playground talk on you, far-away friends. I can do this because my dad is cooler than your dad. Prove it, you say? You bet I can. My dad is cool because he loves babies. It might not be a macho, tough guy thing, but my…

The Right Kind of Role Model

I wrote earlier this week about my reasons for no longer following celebrity blogger Ree Drummond, known to her millions of fans as The Pioneer Woman. I realized that looking up to insincere people who will never give a hairy wart on a rabbit’s backside about me is a waste of my energy. Today, I’m…

Puddytat

Those who know me now might be surprised that I spent the earliest years of my childhood with only a thin spread of fuzz where my hair should be. Like so: I seemed a bit alarmed in this photo and I can’t decide if my Daddy Warbucks hairdo or that creepy Raggedy Ann doll is…