"True Confessions and Mild Obsessions" by Frances Giles (original) (raw)

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• Playing Chicken at the A&P or Duck, Duck, Goose 9-15-15
• Bats in the Belfry 8-13-15
• Driving Miss Sissy or No Brakes!! No Brakes!!!! 8-1-15
• There's Something Fishy About This Dish 7-8-15
• All That Glitters Is Not Gold 6-21-15
• Dilutions of Grandeur 6-13-15
• It's Just An Expression 6-6-15
• By the Light of the Silv'ry Moon 4-25-15
• Famous People I Have Rubbed Elbows With 4-14-15
• That's My Mom 1-18-15
• The Big Bang Theory 9-24-14
• Poodle Socks and Grade School Frocks 4-15-14
• There's No Place Like Home 1-16-14
• Texas Teatime 10-28-13
• Come to Me, My Melon-choly Babies 9-24-13
• The Boys of Summer 8-14-13
• Indecisive Summer Footwear Blues 7-1-13
• Ghostly Chalk Children of Crystal Beach 6-10-13
• Meeting Miss Rita 5-9-13
• When the Worm Turns or Rites of Spring 4-7-13
• Straighten Up and Fly Right 3-5-13
• My Granny's Apron Strings 2-7-13
• Yuccaing it Up In the Big Bend 1-13-13
• Absence Meant I Got No Fondant 12-19-12
• Catastrophic Coiffures 12-2-12
• Big Wind From Winnetka a Mere Breeze Compared To the Big Blow In Beaumont 11-9-12
• Riders Of the Purple Sage In Our Little Purple Boots 10-19-12
• Honor Among Thieves, Stealing Mrs. Nita's Pears 10-5-12
• Beaumont to Caldwell With a Boogie Woogie Beat 9-14-12
• Blind Drunk in Beaumont 8-17-12
• My Brief Stroll Down the Tobacco Road 7-23-12

Frances Giles

Frances Giles was born in Beaumont and spent what she naively thought was a relatively normal childhood before departing for nursing school at age 19. She had a four decade career as an RN, moved to Austin a couple of years after graduation and has had scads of interesting, fulfilling, quirky and downright bizarre life experiences that she wouldn't trade for anything. She came late to writing after a fortuitous e-mail contact with Barclay Gibson who put her in contact with Texas Escapes, jump starting a rich and rewarding phase in her sunset years. She is grateful to them for putting up with her efforts at stringing words together in a more or less coherent form, thereby unleashing her on an unsuspecting reading public. She tends to write in a humorous vein (often funny only to her) and has never met a pun she didn't like.