I’m writing this post on the hottest day of the year. Literally. I’ve been visiting out West for the past three summers, and there is some truth to the “dry heat.” Here on the East Coast, the humidity is a killer. At a 7 a.m. book signing this morning, …
My husband has been wanting to visit Vegas for years, so finally, I caved. Now anyone who knows me well knows that I would normally stay far, far away from somewhere packed with people, bright lights, and alcohol… my ideal vacations involve nature—the beach or somewhere to hike. So …
On the anniversary of the day Eric proposed, I thought I’d share this story: On the first day of summer in 2004, Eric “Boot” Egger took the day off from work. After making Val breakfast in bed (which entailed getting up before Val—quite a task for Eric!!), he declared that …
The first “grown up” novel I remember reading is The Martian Chronicles. My parents came into my room one day and handed me the book as if it were a rite of passage. It was an old copy—it had that old book smell—and it was folded and worn like it …
Welcome to the Second Annual Splash into Summer Blog Hop! I’m glad to be part of the tour. Check out my blog post below, and enter to win. I’m offering a choice of prizes: winner can choose from the following: a copy of Corgi Capers: Deceit on Dorset Drive for …
When we were younger, my sister and I bought my dad a mug for Father’s Day. It read Dad: Nature’s Money Tree. And while it’s true that my dad (sometimes) graciously acquiesced to our constant request for money or toys, now that I’ve grown up, I’ve found that my father …
In case you missed them, I’ve been hopping around the Internet doing guest blog spots on various sites in promotion of my sci-fi Romance story For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal. You can check out the posts at the links below. Please note that since they promote Romance works, most …
When I was a kid, I hated being told what to do. I loved playing outdoors, but one of the things I absolutely hated was helping my parents with gardening. They were shocked. After all, I loved plants, dirt, worms, sandboxes. What wasn’t there to love about getting dirty and …
Part 2: Belly of the Whale The snow was coming down heavy, like rain. I watched it cling to the signs, a white mucus that finally obscured my view of any manmade landmark. I called my husband. “You’d better find somewhere warm to stay,” I said. “This could take a …
As we’re all enjoying unseasonably beautiful weather, I can’t help but think back to nearly a year ago, when the weather was just the opposite. It was January, and I was stuck for hours in a snowy traffic jam on my way to pick up my husband during an evening …