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Dawn Quyle Landau
Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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I’m late again this week, although one might argue that posting Friday Fictioneers on Friday, is clever. Wink wink. This is also my very first foray into Science Fiction. Please be patient, it’s not my genre, but this photo took … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: 100 Heart-Broken Words
After weeks of happy stories with happy endings, this week I don’t have that story in me. As if all the horrible news around the world weren’t enough, the death of Robin Williams on Monday really rocked me– as it … Continue reading
Here I am, circling the drain again– banging my head against the same old wall– built with bricks of crumbling self-esteem, and topped with barbed-wire of razor-sharp self-loathing and remorse. On the heels of a stellar summer of travel and … Continue reading
When I first saw the photo prompt last week, my immediate thought was of Hiroshima. I’m not sure why, but it nagged at me for days. However, I was really busy, and wanted to write something “happy,” to counter my … Continue reading
Talk about late for the party! It’s been another crazy week of things that keep me from writing. As you can see from Rochelle’s photo, I had the wonderful fortune to meet up with Amy Reese, a fellow Ficitoneer, when … Continue reading
Note: I wrote most of this post, on the plane home from BlogHer14, five days ago. I was feeling energized, excited and enthusiastic to share the experiences I had there. But re-entry was not easy. I got home to all … Continue reading
Live from BlogHer 2014! Note: All feet were photographed with permission. No feet were hurt in the making of this post, aside from independent shoe selections. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I’m a shoe girl. Some might even … Continue reading
I’m back! After 3.5 weeks in Scandinavia, I’m home and finally catching up on blogging, writing, reading, and laundry. Not in that order. It was an incredible adventure and I will be writing about it, over the next few weeks. … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: My Ever Practical Boy
Here I am, again, in Denmark and trying to keep up with Friday Fictioneers! This week was a bit more challenging, with intermittent wifi and trying to type on my friend’s Danish keyboard. The next few days, we’ll be in … Continue reading
If you read part 1 of my amazing trip to Iceland, with my seventeen year old son, Little Man, then you know that we were on a break-neck schedule, and that Iceland was so much more than we ever expected. If … Continue reading


