Bless Our Hearts

This doesn't even look real, does it? Another Dog Island sunset. That was last night's, by the way. Mr. Moon and I took a walk right...

It seems entirely unfair to have developed a new mental illness at this age, and yet, it would seem to me that this is what I have done. The...

I took this picture this morning on my walk on the Gulf. I really couldn't see what I was taking a picture of because of the light and t...

Do you like that picture? I hope so as it took approximately four hours to upload (or is it download?) because here on Dog Island we don...

I am here. On the island. Ten trips up the rickety stairs with Rubbermaid bins and ice chests filled with all the stuff I think I'll nee...

Just because I don't believe in Big Daddy God up in the sky, doesn't mean I don't believe in anything and if I do believe in any...

Well, here I am in hour I-don't-even-know of one of the worst anxiety phases of my entire life and it's so bad that I am rethinking...

Seems to me that the hottest new thing in blogging (and I could be years behind- who can keep up with this stuff?) is to have a guest blogge...

My birthday approaches. It is one week from today and I have written way too much about the angst my birthday causes me and this is not goi...

This is what the weatherman says: Temperature tomorrow will be 94 degrees with a feel-like temperature of one hundred and eleven. And I say ...

There's an old abandoned shack on my walking route that I pass every day. It's a small place, more cabin than house, and the ceiling...

All right. There are those of you who might say, "Uh, Ms. Moon, why are writing about celebrities these days? Have you no life of your ...

I feel strange today. Just floating on some sort of non-feeling wisp of a cloud. I have read, I have walked, I have done yoga, I have washed...

It was a glorious weekend with as much music and frivolity as I had imagined it would be. Mr. and Ms. Moon did not go to bed until after mid...

The youngest daughter, Jessie, and I were hanging out with the cake-baker/sanity-maker (and let's just call her Lis because, well, that...

So some days life is not a bowl of cherries but instead a wooden bowl of succulent, home-grown, really ripe tomatoes. It's amazing what ...

I find it funny that so many men bloggers use the dark (often black) background for their blogs. It reminds me of perusing the videos in the...

For you local folks, please note that the cake-baker/sanity-maker is also an insanely good musician and she and her insanely good musician h...

As I have confessed before, I hate house cleaning. And as I have pointed out before, this is not a great thing if you're a housewife, wh...