Valentina met us at the door with a bit of a stern look, as if we were late. Andrew seemed oblivious as he pulled off the kids’ valenki (Russian boots).
Valentina stood aside and held out her hand, ushering me in. Stout, with a wizened face and sharp eyes,
You’re invited to a very special weekend: From Memories to Memoir…The Naniboujou Create a Legacy Weekend
Do you have stories from your childhood itching to be told? Did you come from a legacy of storytellers whose tales have disappeared and need to be preserved for the next generation? Is there an event in your life begging to be set free?
Just wanted to take this week’s blog post to thank you for all your support of It Had to be You! My publisher has been sending me reviews that have popped up over the past few weeks, and with each review I read, my smile grows wider and wider.
I’m so excited to announce a very special Valentine’s Day giveaway. I’ve joined with eleven best-selling author friends to bring it to our readers. In addition to a brand new Kindle Fire HDX, the winner will receive new or upcoming books as follows:
A Beauty So Rare by Tamera Alexander
Butterfly Palace by Colleen Coble
Dancing with Fireflies by Denise Hunter
Hallowed Halls by Hannah Alexander
It Had To Be You by Susan May Warren
A Match Made in Texas by Mary Connealy
Princess Ever After by Rachel Hauck
A Promise Kept by Robin Lee Hatcher
Shadowed by Grace by Cara C.
Happy news, my friends! I don’t know about you, but one of the things I love most about winter is being able to curl up by the fire with a good book. I have just the books for you—and even better, they’re on sale!
Darek Christiansen is almost a dream bachelor—oldest son in the large Christiansen clan,
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.
Christmas is less than two weeks away.
With Thanksgiving falling so late, I’m feeling a little as if I’m on a toboggan, whooshing down a hill, headed for a jump—and I’m still trying to get my feet in the sled.
I’ll be honest. I probably won’t get any Christmas cards written.