I’m a bit scattered this week working toward two deadlines and preparing to leave for a visit to Louisiana. Ok, “a bit” is a massive understatement. So I’ll take refuge in a list. Here are some things I’ve been loving lately:

*My nieces! About four weeks ago, one was born, and two weeks ago, another turned two years old. Last week, my six-year-old niece had her first meeting as a Daisy Scout. They’re all such cute and fun little people. I would love to see them more often.

screen-shot-2016-09-20-at-4-30-04-pm*Baking with pumpkin and applesauce. Does that sound like a toddler’s playdate? It’s really good, I swear. Turns out the old baking trick of substituting applesauce for oil is extra-excellent when you’re baking pumpkin goodies. The flavors and spices work beautifully together.

*Wi-fi hotspots. I used my phone as one on our trip to California in July, and it felt like living in the future. “How am I on the Internet when we’re zooming through mountain roads at 60 miles per hour?” Actually, the mountains blocked my cell phone signal, so that was the one place the hotspot did not work well. But you know what I mean. I just got set up with a stand-alone hotspot for my drive to Louisiana. Now that’s the way to handle a road trip (when you’re not the one driving, that is).

*Amy Schumer’s The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo. I like Schumer’s comedy (though it’s definitely not safe for watching when Little Miss R is around), and I thought this book would be in the same vein. It is, but it’s also much more. In some truly poignant essays, she talks about everything from domestic partner violence to family-of-origin infidelity. I expected this book to make me laugh, but I didn’t also expect it to punch me in the feelings.

*Library book sales. Our Friends of the Library organization puts on a huge book sale twice a year, and the fall sale is tonight. I can NOT WAIT. Besides hitting the romance section, I’m going to look for large print for my grandparents, some chapter books for Little Miss R, the Twilight books for Mr. R…nah, just kidding about that last one. He already got all the Twilight books at the *last* library book sale.

What’s something you’ve been enjoying lately? Do tell, because positive news is the coolest and best.

Theresa Romain
Theresa Romain


children, family, kids, Theresa Romain

I’m on deadline until November, and this past weekend I got annoyed with Little Miss R when she kept busting into my office with random questions. She was supposed to be having an afternoon quiet time, staying in her room and above all, Not Interrupting Me. So I fussed at her.

A few minutes later, this art installation appeared on a light switch in the hallway outside my office.


In case you can’t read the note, it says, “Bearie doesn’t like you.” A masterpiece of passive-aggression if I ever saw one.

Of course she’s written me some really cute notes too. This is one she wrote to Mr. R and me, after we enrolled her in gymnastics at age 5. She was, to say the least, pleased about that.


Hmm. I must have been on deadline when she wrote this next one too. I was kind of impressed by her self-awareness. The pitiful tear stain on the corner was a nice touch.


Then there was the time she almost apologized for something she’d done. At this point in time, I don’t remember what it was. But the mysterious crossed-out word makes me laugh. What could it possibly say?? So sneaky.


Most of her notes are really nice, though. After she wrote me this one, I kept it above my computer for months.


And even the nastygram featuring Bearie turned out ok. I eventually (and heroically, and with great maturity) wrote her a reply, and she wrote back.


Her reply says “I like you and so does Bearie now. I’m writing a chapter book.” Thank goodness I am back in “Bearie’s” good graces. The chapter book, by the way, is called “Olivia and the Wierd [sic] Horse.” I’m pretty interested to see what it’s all about.

Have you ever gotten a note or letter that took you by surprise, or made you laugh–or roll your eyes? To one random commenter, I’ll send a print copy of my historical romance It Takes Two to Tangle, which features some significant letter-writing. Winner announced on Sunday. International entries welcome.

Theresa Romain
Theresa Romain


family, Theresa Romain, tragedy

On my birthday last Tuesday, my birthplace of Denham Springs, Louisiana, was 90 percent underwater. My grandparents’ house in Baton Rouge—to which my parents took me when I was only a few hours old—was empty and destroyed, filled with feet of mudflow and floodwater.

My grandparents were safe. In the boat of a neighbor escaping his own home along the flooded street, they evacuated the house they’d lived in for almost 50 years, leaving just as water began to flow across its floors. When the floodwaters receded several days later, they entered their house only to learn that they had lost almost everything they owned.

This past Sunday, my grandmother called me at my home in the Midwest and together we worked through her online FEMA disaster assistance application. One of the first questions to answer was something along the lines of, “where are you staying?” I knew the answer: she and my grandfather are staying with one of their daughters, an aunt of mine whose home didn’t flood. But my grandmother had a slightly different answer. “With family,” she said. “And we couldn’t be better taken care of.”

I was floored that she could think of her situation so positively. But that sort of resilience, gratitude, and generosity has marked the response to the recent natural disaster in Louisiana. As tens of thousands of homes were destroyed by rising floodwater, civilians with boats—the so-called “Cajun Navy”—have rescued thousands of neighbors and friends and strangers. They’ve brought supplies where cars couldn’t go, traveling in the flat-bottomed boats that seemingly every sporting household owns. (My dad hasn’t lived in Louisiana since 1990, but he still has his pirogue.) And then there’s the response from the people of New Orleans, who know better than anyone about the heartbreak of a flooded city. The headline of this article—“Dear Baton Rouge: New Orleans has your back”—says it all.

Louisiana will recover. It always does. But the process will be long and difficult, and people will be leaning on one another, because there’s no other way to survive when you don’t have power for weeks and there aren’t any groceries in the stores. Or when power returns and store shelves are stocked, but you have four feet of black mold in your house. And so on.

The day after my grandmother and I went through the disaster assistance application, my brother’s wife (who does not live in Louisiana) delivered a healthy baby girl. My aunt in Baton Rouge, exhausted from helping my similarly-exhausted grandparents figure out the process of recovery, said upon hearing of the birth: “Wonderful news to welcome new life in this old tired world.”

It does seem tired. Tired and numb. I’m so sad for my relatives, and all the thousands who lost everything, and for the people who even lost their lives. But when I saw pictures of my baby niece, sleeping in the arms of her loving mother and father, it didn’t seem so tired anymore.

The state song of Louisiana is “You Are My Sunshine.” It’s melancholy and hopeful at once—and so it seems as good a way as any to end this post. I haven’t been thinking of much lately except for my first home state, so there was nothing else I could write about today. Thanks for reading. And thanks, always, for being here.

Katherine Garbera
Katherine Garbera


Best Of, book covers, Contemporary Romance, family, favorite things, Five Things

August is almost over and I for one am not ready for it. I think I may have said that about a few other months this year. 2016 is kicking my butt. I seem to running behind every month. But since it’s the end of the month its time for my Five Things.

  1. IMG_2749Sunshine.I used to take a nice sunny day for granted and if I still lived in Florida or Texas I’d be complaining about the heat and the sun, but in the UK we don’t get as many super sunny days and while August has had it’s share of overcast and rainy days we’ve had some really great sunny ones. In fact I even was able to sneak in a trip to the pub on a sunny day with my kiddos.


  1. Kiddos.

IMG_2763My daughter has been visiting us this summer before she goes back to Florida and starts a new job and my son has been home from university and I’ve been very aware that this might
be my last summer with both of them in the house with me where we can just enjoy being us. I’ve had books to finish and deadlines to meet but I have enjoyed the long summer days where I can take walks with the kids after I’m done with my pages—we’re all playing Pokemon Go.




  1. Peaches.IMG_2777It’s ridiculous how much I just love peaches. I’m not sure if we have these in the US (I’m sure we do!) but I am a huge fan of “donut” peaches. They are smaller, easier to eat and I don’t end up with a chin covered in juice when I bite into the peach.




  1. Friends.13769511_10154327468232999_6612280737404610144_nThis is a big one. Because everyone is on a slower schedule it’s much easier to talk with my friends. I use FaceTime pretty much to keep in touch with everyone back in the States and I have been video chatting with two of my very best friends almost every week in August. I think of these things as Artist Dates. It makes me happy to laugh, talk about writing, talking our kids and just be myself. These calls are a gift to myself and I cherish every one of them.




  1. Olympics.KG SwimmerI enjoyed watching the competition every day while it was one. My kiddos and I watched the Olympic recap on BBC during our lunch every day, which was great. I was a competitive swimmer from 7th grade through high school and really swimming is my favorite sport. I love watching all of the heats and then the finals. I also love that it gives me and my old swim team friends, especially my childhood bestie—Tina!—a chance to relive our ‘glory days’ when we were swimming.




That’s it! My Five Things For August. Tell me your top five and I’ll enter you to win one of five copies of NO LIMITS. The first book in my Space Cowboys series, which will be available on September 1st.

Theresa Romain
Theresa Romain


children, family, kids, life, Theresa Romain

Lately I’ve been thinking about household chores more than usual. Little Miss R turned 8 recently, and my husband and I want her to take on more responsibility around the house.

“But I don’t like doing chores,” she whines.

That’s fine, we say. You don’t have to like them. You just have to do them, because doing chores is part of how we take care of each other as a family.

Oh, for the days when she loved being a helper…

Although to be honest, there are some chores I’m happy to do. Making the bed? It takes two minutes, and it makes the whole room look neater. Same with cleaning off the bathroom counter or finding homes for the random things that make their way onto our table every day. (Little Miss R’s half-finished art projects, I’m looking at you.)

Mr. R has a different feeling about it. He hates making the bed. He doesn’t mind mowing the lawn, but he hates pushing a vacuum cleaner around inside. Same movement, totally different feeling. Me? I hate changing the sheets. Somehow we need to figure out how to get Little Miss R to take over on these things!

That’s still a while off, though. For now, the vacuum is too heavy for her to push, and she doesn’t have the strength to stretch a fitted sheet over a mattress. Sweeping is tough for her because she’s shorter than the broom. She’s good at dusting everything she can reach, and she makes her bed (that would be at my insistence), and she unloads the dishwasher—again, everything she can reach. She helps sort and fold laundry, too.

But I feel like she should be learning more and helping with more. The earlier she gets in the habit, the more natural it’ll be for her to help out. When I was a kid, my siblings and I had a daily chore schedule. I resented it and grumbled about it, but I really did learn what it takes to keep a household running. (Belated apologies for my bad attitude, Mom and Dad.)

What do you all think? Did you have chores when you were a kid, and did that change how you approach them as an adult? Do you have ideas about other tasks Little Miss R could help with until she—hallelujah!—gets big enough to vacuum and change the sheets? To one random commenter, I’ll send a print copy of my historical romance A Gentleman’s Game, in which the heroine is from a family that runs a coaching inn and knows all about Regency chores. Open internationally; winner announced on Sunday.

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