Author Archives: Dianna Dann Narciso

Another year, another pig out at the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival. The festival runs through November 10, so you’ve got plenty of time to get your snails and sliders. Look, if you go to that link above, you’ll … Continue reading →

What are those? Hips? Why are they sticking out like that? Are you starving? Eat something! Photo by LimeBye via Flickr Well, I did it. This summer, I lost thirty pounds of fat from my body. It was easy; I … Continue reading →

Next time you ask if I want to hear about your vacation, I’m going to show you the butt. Photo by Aaron Hall via Flickr This is actually a photo blog. A phlog, if you will. Trust me. Lots of … Continue reading →

I’m not scared. Do I look scared? Why are you scared? photo by LouevilBelle via Flickr Many years ago, when I had only two children, and they were very small, I would escape some Saturdays and go to a writers … Continue reading →

Hmph. I don’t remember it saying that… photo by raider of gin via Flickr & Wikimedia Commons Last night I dreamed I was reading my withered 1943 edition of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, its pages crisp as dead leaves, … Continue reading →

Northern Rainbowfish Photo by Wikimedia Commons via Flickr I hosted the Wayward Cat Publishing table at the UCF Book Festival this past weekend. Our booth was very near the children’s section. They really did the kid’s place right. There was … Continue reading →

Do I hear…children? On my lawn? Photo by Shalf via flickr Either I’m getting old (and sinking further into that dream pillow of curmudgeonry) or the world is losing its collective mind. Look, I’m not a typical alarmist. When the … Continue reading →

Let’s see that stupid dog do this! photo by Adam Arthur via Flickr Well, last night’s Super Bowl was a buttload of boring, wasn’t it? I went to bed as the fourth quarter started. All that seven-layer dip and football-shaped … Continue reading →