Pauline Baird Jones

  • How I Came to Miss New Orleans

    While the math is a bit sobering, I can’t make it add up any differently. It was—gulp—thirty years—and almost exactly two months ago—that we began our journey toward knowing what it means to miss New Orleans. The hubs and I drove there from Texas with one daughter, a one-month-old baby and a six-week-old, new hip…

  • 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…

  • Christmas Dreaming 🙂

    This week is for family, not blog posts. Hope you’re enjoying yours!!!! Perilously yours,     When you open up that new tablet or digital reader, I hope you’ll consider some Perilously romantic – and occasionally funny – books from Pauline. Available in digital and audio. More info on her website. Buy Relatively Risky in…

  • Are You Depends-Able?

    When I first latched onto this photo, I had no idea what I’d write about. I mean, it’s people in Depends. Runners in Depends. I don’t run and I don’t need Depends. Yet. Not saying I couldn’t have used some during the #hermitroadtrip, but didn’t. But I liked the theme of their quirky choice. Each…

  • Sagging Middles Suck Dead Toads

    I had sagging middles on the brain when I saw this photo in the hubs Flickr feed. Gravity has not been kind to my middle, but that’s not actually the middle plaguing me at the moment. Or should I say it is not the only middle plaguing me. O.O As an author, I fear the…

  • Traveling with the Parents Part Deux (aka #hermitroadtrip)

    So Our Daughter’s Traveling With the Parents hit a new low the other day. I won’t go into what happened inside the store (which was a bit like herding cats), because it pales when compared to what happened outside. We had made our purchases  and then headed outside with our cart Full of Stuff. Our…

  • Traveling with the Parents (#hermitroadtrip)

      You’ve seen the funny, road trip movies. Traveling with the parents or quirky friends and you laugh because you’re secure in knowing you’re Not Those People. So it was a bit of a shock to realize, um, yeah, I might be one of Those People. That yes, Our Daughter is traveling with us for…

  • Surviving the Burning Season

    Years ago, the hubs and I were in Yellowstone National Park during a burning season. I remember thinking that everything I knew and loved, everything familiar about the Park, was just gone. But Nature is smarter than that. Often smarter than us. Since then I’ve learned that a burning season can lead to renewed life.…

  • August Needs a Makeover

    Now that it is finally behind us for another year, I’ve come to the conclusion that August needs a makeover. In fact, I wouldn’t be opposed to revamping the whole calendar. Why are we letting old dudes from the 8th century tell us what day of the week it is anyway? Or time of the…

  • Do You “Heart” Disney, too?

    I wish I was there, sitting on one of those rocks. Even though the adult me knows they are hard, even with the “cushion of age” on my tush. And that stretching a swim suit over that cushion is…well…yeah. I blame it on Walt Disney. Think about all the things his movies made seem magical…