Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Just for Fun”
Hey friends!
So this happened yesterday…
Hubs got a new car..
Now, before you get excited and think we’ve taken out a second mortgage–the car is a ’94. It’s as old as my Navy sailor. BUT, it IS fun.
Hubs said to me a few years ago…why do we always have to do the PRACTICAL thing?
Hey friends,
Ever feel like you need a vacation from your, um, vacation?
I returned last night from a super fun, long-awaited family vacation at the beach….ready to take a LONG nap…
(This is us after a day of Scuba Diving off Key Largo’s Molasses Reef)
Or read a good book.
My poor granddaughter had a close encounter with a very large bunny at daycare this week.
Because we’re a super compassionate family, we leaped on this picture like dogs to a bone. Had a family caption contest.
But seriously, imagine a GIANT RABBIT 4x your body picking you up.
The problem with being an extrovert and a novelist is that to talk to people I have to make them up. In my head. And while, mostly, we get along, sometimes I’d rather talk to real humans. I looooove getting reader mail, and hanging out on facebook, but really,
Spring? Seriously? Last time I looked up, it was February! I admit–I’ve been head down working on a new book, out next February, so imagine my surprise when my son appeared on our doorstep last week, suitcase in hand, saying, “It’s Spring Break!”
Really?
YES! Which means it’s time to take time off and READ!
This post is not aptly titled. Oh, it would have been – How to love someone who rejects you? I had planned on pulling in content from my recent book, Always On My Mind.
Casper, my hero, can’t seem to stop loving the woman who hurt him.
Congratulations to the winner of my When I Fall in Love KitchenAid giveaway and Hawaiian chef showdown, Megan Besing! Megan, you’ve won a KitchenAid mixer, books 1–3 of the Christiansen Family series, Melissa Ringstaff’s Kitchen Planner, and Jackie Brown’s Freezer Inventory sheet! Please email your mailing address to my assistant,
It’s 7:00 pm. I’m holed up in my office, tapping away at the computer, wrestling out a new scene. In this one, my hero and heroine are preparing dinner. Pad Thai. With noodles and shrimp, bean sprouts and eggs. I can nearly taste it.
Except, I can’t really because no one is in the kitchen at my house,
I love cooking shows, and I’ve always wanted to write a story about an everyday Iron Chef (hello, every mother out there who’s opened the fridge and said, “Huh, what can I make with a carrot, a hunk of cheese, two eggs, and a leftover pancake?”). Our family went to Hawaii last year, and the setting captured my heart—I knew I had to put a book there,
I never realized how patriotic I was until I spent Independence Day in another country. To my shock, July 4th in Russia came without fireworks, hot dogs on a campfire, or any hint of watermelon! We had to decide—did we celebrate our freedom anyway, on our own?
We lived in the middle of a county just experiencing the first taste of freedom from oppression,
