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I admit it—I love reading my books . . . after they’re published. During the writing and editing process I can get so overwhelmed with every word, every sentence, every piece of dialogue.
But when it arrives, bound, pretty, and finished, it’s done. I can’t fix it any longer.
We did everything wrong, and by all rights, my son should have died. When the pain started, low on his right side, we put heat on it and gave him Tylenol, I also gave him a dihydrocodeine dosage. Because we lived in Russia and the medical situation sketchy, we decided to wait and see if perhaps he had an upset stomach.
We were sitting in the cold grass on a hill above the field, the temperature hovering near forty degrees, the air brisk and still enough to hear the screams as they lifted from the pile of high school football players.
Horrible, gut-wrenching screams, and the crowd went silent, our hearts in our throats as the coaches ran out from the sidelines.
I’ve spent years standing on the sidelines, in bitter cold, rain, sleet, gloom of night . . . and that’s just football. Add in hours in the gym bleachers, and then miles and miles in the car driving to track meets. More hours in the rain and cold, then hot sun . . . cheering.
I spoke to a women’s group a couple weeks ago, and the theme was “Whiter than Snow.” We have an abundance of snow here in Northern Minnesota, but I struggled to really get my head around this topic, and this verse, and how it relates to Christmas.
The truth was, I was feeling overwhelmed and blocked.
How to be happy, a little more, every day.
Being a mother of grown children took me by surprise. One minute, they were on my lap, giving me gooey kisses. The next, driving away, waving, smart, beautiful, capable adults.
I’ve already mentioned how I felt a little duped by the fact that if I grew them up to be responsible children .
A hunky hockey player. A reporter. A mystery. You won’t want to miss It Had to be You! Here’s a sneak peek (and exciting news about bonus content):
Oh, and keep your eyes peeled . . . I’ll be announcing some fun book news on my blog later this month!
Baby, It’s Cold Outside!
If she could, Dottie would simply erase the next three days off her calendar.
More than any other holiday, Christmas had the power to rip her asunder. A thousand tiny shards of excruciating memory bombarded her as she ventured through Berman’s Grocery store on the annual requisite journey to pad her pantry for the holiday.
New York City
1896
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Esme might be playing a game, but she’d do it by her own rules.
She was like Nellie Bly, undercover journalist.
She stood at the edge of the ballroom, filing away every detail. For tonight’s article, she’d start with overstuffed and snobby Mrs.
If a guy knew he would end up back in his hometown, he might never have left. Seb Brewster has finally surrendered to the forces of Deep Haven, returning to the town who loved him, where he had his glory days as the state-champion quarterback of the Deep Haven Huskies.
