I glanced up at the clock. It had been a typical busy Sunday, and my husband and I were winding down for the night. “It’s late, Jess,” I said to my daughter who we had put to bed earlier. “Why don’t we just wait until tomorrow.” “No, Mommy. I don’t want to […]
Month: September 2018
I read this fun book last year when it first came out. It has now been re-released. My apologies for not having an actual review for you. This is one I did not write a review for, but I did give it 4 stars so I can say it is […]
“Why are you so happy?” The stranger in the grocery store stopped me to ask the question when I was eleven or twelve.
My hubby and I enjoy collecting seashells when we walk along the shore. We have a number of different ones that we have collected over the years. The funny thing is, we don’t even necessarily care if they are “perfect”. The colors and textures of a broken spiral shell can […]
“These are like steak brownies!”
It is the strangest compliment I’ve ever gotten on my baking, but in some ways, one of the nicest.
Sea turtles may be endangered but after an encounter with marine biologist, Jack Brandon, nothing will stop Sara Hart from naming her deli, Turtle Soup. When Jack takes a job at the Georgia Aquarium, Sara finds the environmental poster boy at her door, hungry and carrying a chip on his shoulder. Neither thinks the other has what it takes, until a scuba class reveals what lies beneath the surface.
The B twins. Just hearing their name caused a shudder in those who had babysat them. They were known for getting into mischief and creating a lot of work for those tending them. What I discovered, however, was that these boys were a lot of fun. Yeah, they did have […]
Author Regina Scott is revealing the cover for Never Vie for a Viscount today, This is the newest book in the Fortune’s Brides series. And in addition to the cover, you will also get to read an excerpt. I’m excited that Lydia gets her story told. Here is the synopsis: […]
I appreciate how from the very start I was pulled into the world of Mountain Home, Colorado, 1887. That is, after all, one of the reasons I read historical novels.
I was raised on the edges of Catholicism, with an agnostic father and a mother who did her best to expose my brother and me to the idea of a loving God. But I didn’t really find faith until I walked down to an altar at a Nazarene Church as an adult. New to my salvation, I grew closer and closer to the Lord, day by day. I brought all my concerns to Him. Then, one day, He asked something of me.