by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

Hey, y’all! Long time, no blog, yah? I know. What can I say? It’s been a fantastical year. And, as you know I’m fond of quoting Al Jolson, “Honey. You ain’t heard nothin’ yet.”

So, forgive the teasing title of this post. Really I can’t share all the news right now. But because I haven’t blogged in a few months, your email inbox may start to think of me as spam, and while I am a bit of a salty treat, I’m not talking lunch meat.

You’ll also note there are no graphics or links in this post. That’s a better way to get to your main inbox for starters.

So, please, y’all. Add Frankly, My Dear . . . to your address book so you won’t miss what’s coming. Over the next week or so, I’ll send out a few pre-posts. Just enough to get your email to like me again. And then I’ll tell all y’all the deets. (That’s slang for details, Mom. But, you know. We talk. So I’m pretty sure you already know.)

And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!
(at least for now.)

With a sly grin and a full notebook,
Happy Anticipation.
~Molly Jo

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