Dancing around my small apartment by myself, listening to Dire Straits. No one in particular in mind, just missing someone to put their hand on the small of my back and reassure me that tomorrow will be better. I feel like a little girl in Mommy's clothes dreaming of my wedding dance with Mr. Right.
You and me, Babe ... How 'bout it?
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Patricia is a feverish writer of literary nonsense and an indie filmmaker. She haunts the stacks of your favourite bookstore, sips coffee at the local beanery, and collects journals of random scribbles.
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Read in 2011
- Tumbling Blocks by Earlene Fowler
- Scarpetta Factor by Patricia Cornwell
- Mars and Venus on a Date by John Grey
- Invisible People by Will Eisner
- Contract with God by Wil Eisner
- Quilts Made Modern by Weeks Ringle
- Mind Hunter by John Douglas
- Fresh Quilting by Malka Dubrawsky
- One Day by David Nicholls
- The Next Big Thing by Johanna Edwards
- The Rules by Sherrie Schneider
- Mars and Venus on a Date by John Grey
- Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell
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