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)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Satuhday-ay Afternoon [/Jefferson Airplane]

Had a lovely time walking around the Villages, East and West, with my sister Regina and my niece Shannon. Regina hadn't been in to the city for quite a while, so she was suitably impressed at the cleaned-up West Side Highway Park and the towers of various pretentious complexes across the river in NJ. We shopped and ate and walked all the way up to the Union Square Greenmarket and back to my place, where we ate some more and I made them take home tons of mathoms. Ha! Better them than me....

It was most pleasant, and I wish it were easier to do it more often. But we will. And shall.

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