Pauline Baird Jones

  • Falling for Romance, Action, Suspense & Humor

    I was eleven when I fell in love with romance.  Audrey Hepburn wasn’t the first actress who helped that happen. Probably. Maybe. The order of movies and books is a bit confused in my memory. I already loved to read and had connected The Moonspinners movie with the book by Mary Stewart, but the movie…

  • Go, Chicken Fat, Go!

    Do you ever hear a song in an ad or something and your brain twitches because you know it, but you’re aren’t sure from where? When I first heard the “Chicken Fat” song during an iPhone commercial (to promote a health app), I think my brain flinched. I kind of frowned and thought, I know…

  • Two Reasons I Write Comedy

    There are at least two good reasons that I write comedy into my books.   I was driving with my sister in her car this week and she commented on the funny sound the A/C made and I said, “At least it’s not on fire.”  We both had a laugh at what ended up remembering…

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    Dead Author Not Famous

    “I was sorry to hear my name mentioned as one of the great authors, because they have a sad habit of dying off. Chaucer is dead, so is Milton, so is Shakespeare, and I am not feeling very well myself.”    Mark Twain I read this quote and thought, “Wow, I died in 1999. I…

  • Behind the #FlamingoWeatherReport

    I can not take credit for the #flamingoweatherreport, at least not completely. I did start it, but Cara Bristol created the hashtag. But we have to go back further than the hashtag to where the story began. Well, we don’t have to go back to the 50’s, because that would be ridiculous. But we’ll start…

  • Planning to Stay Home

    My sister was laughing at me because I have a paper planner. I keep it next to my computer and make notes on it. Sometimes neat notes, sometimes messy ones I can’t read later. She was laughing for two reasons. I’m like a tech addict. I put things on my phone’s calendar and I always…

  • Let it Soar! Let it Soar! Let it Soar!

      Many of you know that my hopes for Monday are usually centered around a vague hope that I don’t get hosed, but I loved this photo. It lifted me without me having to leave the house (a good thing for a hermit). In the morning, when sentience begins its slow return to my brain,…

  • The Angel of Death (i.e. Monday)

    So it’s Monday again. Funny how it happens again and again, despite its lack of popularity. If I were Monday, I’d be so embarrassed, I’d do something, like move or move. Or re-brand myself as a cool, happy day. Not the end of all joy as we know it. It’s not like I go to…

  • There Will Be a Test Later

    Did your spouse or significant other conduct pop quizzes while you were on a date, or otherwise out and about? The topic came up in my Wishing for a Wormhole post last week. In the comments a friend mentioned getting quizzed on types of old cars. That got me thinking. How many of us were…

  • My “No Formal Resolutions” Zone

    When I was a little girl, all the new year meant to me was that it would soon be time to go back to school. I didn’t like school that much. Resolutions? I don’t remember resolving to do anything except maybe play more. I also don’t remember when I was “introduced” to the notion of…