Nancy Springer

Just for chuckles....

I drive an old Toyota Matrix, and if I blow my nose while driving, I toss the Kleenex in the back. Same for any other sort of trash. I think this is a sort of rebellion on my part. Anyhow, the contents of the back seat have reached window level. Time to empty it? *Gleep* ☹️

I've indulged myself by having a chapbook of my poetry printed up, giving it to family and friends, and I've been touched by how many of them actually read the poems and comment on them to me. Also, I have been astonished by how many blissfully misunderstand them. But that's par.

@TinsleyCollins There's always a chance.

@NancySpringer Love Enola Holmes! Any chnce of a third film hitting Netflix?

I agreed to speak on a panel about writing mystery, but it is going to be weird. I am a pantser, not a plotter, I dislike red herrings, and I don't write "murder" mystery, which is why my sleuth #EnolaHolmes is a perditorian, not a detective. I should wear a warning sign.

@florida_rachel @theogany NancytheSpringer

@NancySpringer @theogany I don’t find you when searching, if you are so inclined I’d like to know your @ there

@Eva_Talbott I kind of liked "panther"!

@NancySpringer Oh dear gods. A *pantser ( how do I hate thee, autocorrect?)

I continue to find this photo a message of hope. No, well-meaning passers-by, the horse is not drowning; it revels in its superpowers! It is, after all, a medicine-hat pinto, and medicine-hat pintos are visionary and puissant.

This photo of my mother and her siblings was taken around 1920, I estimate. I recognize her cheeky smile; she's in the middle of the back row. I guess this was on her uncle's farm, which is where she was mostly raised. I bet she adored the farm collie. Things were waay different!

@EpiphanyFerrell I'm grateful to have been a free-range child.

@NancySpringer My best friend when I was in grade school and I ran wild in the woods, and got bucked off her horse, which we rode double bareback, so many times! There were some advantages to that wild childhood. It seems almost neglectful now though.

I found this old photo of my brothers and me when we were kids, around 1952? You can see things were different back then, and kind of dangerous. My brother damn near killed me by shooting an arrow straight up, not knowing it would come down where I was. Real arrow, razer sharp.

@Readerhal54 😮Wow!

@deal_ef Wow!

WHY does the dog 1) ALWAYS get in my way when I'm running for the bathroom, and 2) follow me in there and sit gazing up at me with limpid, liquid, orphan calf Bambi baby Nancy Reagan sadsack lost soul eyes? What does that dog WANT while I'm sitting on the toilet???

My older brother, year 1967, in a place called Vietnam. Always remember.

I just read The Winter of our Discontent, Steinbeck's last novel, published just before he won the Nobel Prize. Because the title sounded so bleak, I had never read it, but I should have! Making only minor allowances for a male author's attitude toward women, I was impressed.

Playing games online, I am subjected to oodles of Barbie doll ads. I observe that all the Barbie dolls have long, long hair, and all the little girls who are smirking like mad while playing with the Barbies likewise have long, long hair. Geez Louise, what a message. ✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️

@DavidRWatson2 He picked it up in the pet aisle of the store. Saw a hairbrush, picked it up. He wouldn't notice. But I want a pretty brush meant for a woman, thanks.

A few years ago, when my old hairbrush died, my husband bought me a new one, a big, heavy black thing. I disliked it but didn't want to spoil his pleasure in his good deed. But, a couple of days ago, I noticed a pawprint on the handle! I am replacing that thing pronto. 🐕🦮🐕‍🦺🐩🐶