We love the absurd melodrama of Julia Quinn’s fictional Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron don’t we?
I set the kitchen on fire.
Okay, I set a metal pot on fire. But we have electric burners, and metal is not the world’s most combustible material. So how on earth did this happen? Continue reading
Between the time I was 18 and last month I have moved a total of 39 times.
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The Sleeping Baby Death Grip. Something all parents know quite well. I’m not really a parent myself, but I was a nanny for almost seven years so I know a thing or two. What do I mean, “not really a parent”? Ask my dog. Continue reading
Why is Debbie a soap-maker?
There is a universal truth about siblings, and it is this:
Debbie’s sister Jacqueline is not a reflection of my sister Julia Quinn. And yes, I am very well aware of how much the two names sound alike if you say them quickly, but I assure you it is just a regrettable coincidence.