Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was born..no, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ pkmorrison.livejournal.com and www.myspace.com/hermajestythelizardqueen)

Monday, March 05, 2007

Dappy Hirthbay!

To ME! Yesterday, my 61st. Went out to my mom’s and had a lovely quiet time with her and my sister and calls from my youngest brother and his son and daughter and my brilliant mad-scientist niece. Calls and emails from friends when I got home.

Icebox-cake birthday cake, and meatballs and penne, and I made pigs in blankets and wouldn’t share. All good.

Jim gave me a necklace (he always knows just what to get me, amazing) and I haven't decided yet on what I'm going to give myself. Something sparkly, of course.


And a birthday gift (part of it, anyway) from long ago:

Her breasts are grails achieved
Her skin burns white as snow
Her hair pours down her back
like ruby water


Thank you, honey!

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