I love Christmas cards. I mean I write Victorian historicals, the era in which Christmas cards first began. I love the ones with pictures of people’s kids and furr-babies. Mostly I love the ones that come with letters telling us all about the family’s year. When December rolls around I have every intention of sending […] ~ read more
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Earlier this year I wrote a blog about phobias and shared my fear of slimy creatures: herpetophobia, “a morbid fear of reptiles and similar vertebrates, such as amphibians.” As with all phobias, it’s not my choice to let these slippery things give me the heebie-jeebies. They just do. I was reminded of that the other night […] ~ read more
I’m so ashamed right now, friends. I’m furious with myself, and, frankly, a little frightened about what kind of person I really am, and what my future holds.
I am a fallen woman. This past weekend, with no excuse, no justification, I recklessly broke one of my strictest rules, one of the few sacrosanct strictures I live by.
I spent money on my iPhone game. ~ read more
Both my DH and I are blessed to come from families where celebrating 50th anniversaries is the norm. We’ve already been married for more years that either of us was single, so we’re hoping to continue the tradition. My parents will be celebrating their 60th anniversary on Christmas Day. (In fact, three generations in my […] ~ read more