When we have red wine with dinner, George usually pours an inch or so in a wine glass for Jacob, then adds as much or more cranberry-grape juice to make a wine cooler. Jacob has always just assumed it was wine, which actually made for quite a funny incident once when someone served Jacob straight […]
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Parting the Waters is now available for pre-order. Click here for more info or to see the beautiful cover! 🙂
Exciting news! (Exciting for me, anyway) Read More »
Tired of being bombarded with hysterical political hoohah and dire predictions of impending doom? Well, today is your lucky day. When I find something that makes me smile, then lingers in my memory making me smile over and over again, I have to share the joy. Meet Pomplamoose. The word is French for “grapefruit.” The
French Grapefruit. Yummy. Read More »
Heather Goodman, fiction editor for BlogNosh online magazine, posted my short story “What’s Left of Destiny” today. (Thanks, Heather! And congrats again for winning the ACFW Genesis Award!)
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Who would’ve thought I’d ever get entangled in international intrigue? I may be in over my head this time. If you’re curious what I’m up to these days, slip on your shades and trench coat, and check it out.
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I turned onto our street yesterday evening, just as the sun traded its midday glare for a rose-orange glow. A dozen or so pigeons had gathered at the corner house, some on the lawn, some milling about in the street. When I passed, they rose as one, falling in beside and above my car like
Since writers tend to draw from their own experiences, I’d say chances are excellent I will never write steamy romance. Case in point. George and I are lying in bed when the following conversation takes place. George: Are you using a new lotion? Jeanne: Yes. They were out of the one I usually buy. George:
Pillow Talk (Rated R for Ridiculous) Read More »
I’m not a fan of deadlines for the same reason I’m not a fan of alarm clocks. Or weeding. Or sanding ornate furniture. I’ll give you three guesses why. Heck, I’ll even give you three options to choose from. 1.) I’m a lazy sluggard. 2.) I’m a sluggardly lazy head. 3.) Both of the above.
Episode Update, in which our heroine deigns to lift a finger Read More »
In honor of Father’s Day, I thought it would be appropriate to talk about kissing. After all, everyone knows part of fatherhood (the attracting of the mother part, to be precise) involves romance, and romance involves kissing. But not all kisses are created equal. No indeed. There’s an art to accomplishing the perfect kiss. And