My friend Mrs. G. of the now shuttered Derfwad Manor, has started up her very own online magazine and has included me amongst the first of her guest writers for the launch. I may be taking on a more permanent role over there, which means I’ll sleep when I’m dead, but I couldn’t be more flattered that she wants to play with me.

There’s a lot to read at the new site and kinks are still being hammered flat with a five-pound sledge. Input is needed so feel free to weigh in with feedback. Knowing how kind-hearted and gentle Mrs. G is by nature, I know she won’t swing that thing in your direction. Unless you’re mean. But even then, she’s morel likely to aim her wit at that soft spot between your eyes.

I’ve got a new piece up in The Family Room, an oldie but goodie in The Bedroom (as I read it, I actually thought someone else had written it) and last year’s Ode to Javier is up in The Cabana. Damn it if the latter isn’t one of my favorites. He’s the peanut butter to my jelly, that’s for sure. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

But don’t just read my blubbering. Check out posts by Nora and Stacy in The Confessional, Melanie’s post in The Kitchen and of course all things Mrs. G in The Belfry. Please, when you’re wasting time today scooting around the web, stop in. We’d really love to see this thing fly.