
About the book, Pueblos Mágicos: A Traveler’s Guide to Mexico’s Hidden Treasures Pages: 296 Publisher: Bayou City Press Publication Date: Oct, 3 2025 Categories: General Mexico Travel Guide Pueblos Mágicos: A Traveler’s Guide to Mexico’s Hidden Treasures covers 62 of the towns in the Government of Mexico’s “Pueblos Mágicos” initiative, a program that identifies and […]
No Oil Painting entertains, uplifts, and subtly encourages the reader to imagine their own cheeky museum caper. Hypothetically, of course. Mostly.

Whether you’re daydreaming about Scotland’s misty highlands on the Royal Scotsman or plotting a long weekend aboard the Ethan Allen Express, every spread offers its own small escape.

For a first novel, Death of a Billionaire is remarkably polished, deeply entertaining, and packed with personality. I turned the final page already hoping this is only the beginning of a long writing career for Tucker May.

Hummingbird Moonrise brings the Murder, Tea & Crystals trilogy to a satisfying close, weaving folklore, witchcraft, and family ties into a mystery that’s equal parts heart and suspense. Arista’s growing strength and Auntie’s sharp humor ground the story’s supernatural tension, while Dodd’s lyrical prose and steady pacing make this a “cozy thriller” that’s as comforting as it is compelling.
I enjoyed these two posts. Most people don’t realize it because their vision is so channeled, but in the city we live in the wilderness. The birds and other animals put up with our presence just the way the different animals ignore each other on the veldt in Africa. A little while ago I came across a coyote wandering across the main drag in my area, and this is not a suburb. Raccoons and skunks wander around, and lets not forget the animals we ebotistically refer to as ‘our’ pets. They are as natural and wild as the raccoons, with their own territories and needs that must be fulfilled.
Fraid I just have to put up with common or garden bats, I have a loft full.
When I first read this post I saw Grackles as Grockles which is a derogatory term for the influx of city folk holidaying here in the summer.
Night flappers seemed to fit ;)