Home of the Bellingwood Series – Nammynools
This morning I read something that broke my heart, made me angry, annoyed me, frustrated me, made me sad … pick a negative emotion. My initial response was to copy the text of what I read in order to email it to a friend so
I tried a new recipe this year and it rocked. Now, I have to admit to the fact that I’m not a food photographer. That is just my reality. And, we might have dug into the pie before we stopped to make it look gorgeous.
We’re watching a little football, smelling some turkey in the oven, doing laundry, looking at Christmas gifts to be given away this year, talking about all sorts of things and being as relaxed a s can possibly happen. There’s gravy to be made, beans and
You know, you can look at holidays as either the best time or the worst time ever. I’m flat out pooped and I haven’t even gotten to Thanksgiving yet. I spent all day yesterday baking and cooking and writing as many words as I could
The last few days have been difficult writing days. I’m still trying to anchor the details of a character, getting his back story put together so that it all makes sense as I write. This process tends to occupy a lot of my time and
One of my favorite characters in the Bellingwood series (I have a lot of favorites … so, sorry about that) is Lydia Merritt. She is a force to be reckoned with. Not much frightens her and she’s willing to step in and tell people when
I tried to come up with something terribly profound to write today, but as my day has proceeded, I’ve discovered that deep and thoughtful words are escaping me. It might have something to do with the fact the my cat has been cooped up in
A lot of my childhood memories revolve around snow and being outside in it. I suppose that much as I prefer TB (my cat) getting some time outside to get rid of his excess energy, Mom thought that sending us out, no matter the temperature
I found a post from February of 2010 with that title and it made me chuckle. There were a lot of things that my mother didn’t spend any time teaching me. She didn’t teach me about glamour and pretty stuff. It wasn’t important to her.
