“I can feel the dead deep in my bones.
Not all of them. Just one particular soul tonight.
Someone is pissed as hell, and he’s strumming my ribs like a harp. Sliding his fingers up and down my spine like my back- bone is the neck of a guitar.”
Pre-order WTBS by @stageandpage:
I’ll check back in periodically to share some fun, spoiler free quotes and pictures of our adventures together. Until then, I’ll be hiding from my kids and husband, wetting my feet in Lucifer’s Creek while getting to know Dovie and Lo.
#whenthebonessingararctour
Screaming, crying, throwing up!
I swear if I had to keep this secret one more minute I was going to burst. I’ve been chosen as one of the select few readers from Arkansas to receive an ARC of When the Bones Sing by the amazing @stageandpage and @PenguinTeen
For the next two weeks, I get to read this book and take it all over my little corner of Arkansas before sending it on its way to its next reader.
I can’t wait to dive in IMMEDIATELY.
Halloween in your 20s: Costumes, parties, no regrets.
Halloween in your late 30s: Making a lil midnight sandwich snackie with questionable cheese and feeling like literal shit the next day.
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When your two year-old is enamored with British accents so you start watching #GBBO together and he gets so into it that every time someone has to leave the tent he tells them bye bye in the saddest little voice… 🥹
The womanly urge to comment “you’re not gonna get extra credit for talking about Jesus so much on social media” on all the mean girl from high school’s FB post…
Why are men? My husband has an appt @ 9:00 (it’s 8:25 now) & he hasn’t even gotten in the shower yet. My ass would have had to have been up by 6:00 so I could take care of the baby, drop the big one off at the bus stop, shower/makeup/hair, all just to leave the house by 8:35.