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It was a synchronous meeting that brought Shiny Bits and me together—a cosmic kind of fate, something written in the stars. ✨ I feel we were meant to meet, meant to dance together on this journey. I don’t even have to look far to see the signs: yesterday, no sooner had this book announcement crossed my mind, when all of a sudden a monarch butterfly (unusual for winter) fluttered right by me. I am truly honored to have been chosen by this book—and I hope its readers fall as beautifully in love with it as I have. ❤️

“Since moving to the states from England, my family has vacationed in Galveston, Texas each summer. My dream of owning my own little house by the sea came true years later. The remote rural, coastal town of Bolivar, Texas was so different from where I was brought up, but when we bought a beach house there, I fell in love with the authentic beauty of the peninsula and its inhabitants.
Every one of us is somebody’s shiny bit.” – Georgina Key, Author, Shiny Bits in Between


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My 2021 Shiny Bits calendar will inspire you to always look for the shiny bits every day. It includes photos of the peninsula, along with quotes from Shiny Bits In Between. If you’d like one, email me: or DM me on my Facebook author page— they’re $20 each plus shipping.


Photo by Georgina Key Every year Clementine and her father visited Angangueo  to honor her mother. On the mountain top, monarch butterflies hung from Oyamel tree branches, thousands of them in pleated layers like discarded quincea ñ era dresses. During Dia de los Muertos, families gathered and brought picnics and shared stories, memories of their loved ones. She watched them laugh and weep and dance and eat while her father stood silently by her side. Him in his black suit and her in a white dress with ribbons that her ni ñera , Maria, insisted she wear—the perfect little daughter. Her father's grief was a silent and endless prayer between himself and God, a conversation she was not a part of. So she waited and watched the butterflies and the families, and wondered what it felt like to be loved.  ( shiny bits in between, danaus ).