Home of the Bellingwood Series – Nammynools
“Come to bed,” Mark stood at the kitchen counter. He’d just filled it with multiple glasses and even a few forks and spoons that he’d retrieved after putting the kids to bed. He knew he should put everything into the dishwasher, but not tonight. Tomorrow
“Noah?” He smiled at the little voice. At least it wasn’t his mom calling him out for hiding. Gillian came around the corner into the library. “Read book?” “I’ll read a book to you,” he said. “Which one?” She shrugged. He knew better than to
“What is this?” Judy Greene opened the door of her greenhouse to find her husband, Reuben standing there with a sly grin on his face. “You’ve never knocked before.” “Come out here, please.” This was different. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Reuben said as he turned her
Skylar walked into the living room and silently groaned. She’d been doing so well. Stephanie lay on the sofa in the near darkness, a streetlight shining in through the window. She had pulled a blanket up over her head and was curled into herself,
Bring the Baby A short Bellingwood vignette – Book 35 Marie Sturtz knocked on the back door of her old home, thankful that it didn’t feel strange to be standing on the outside waiting to be let in. Cat and Hayden had made enough changes
A short Bellingwood vignette (Book 34) “Who was that?” Kayla asked. Andrew frowned and looked around. “Who was who?” “That gorgeous guy who walked past your door.” Andrew got up and walked over to the door. When he came back to the video chat, he
A Short Bellingwood Vignette Lydia breathed in the scent of her coffee and cut another bite of coffee cake with her fork. A perfect morning. Aaron was gone for the day, she had nothing big planned, and each one of her kids had called to
There are so many things going on in Bellingwood, I keep little notes everywhere. Most are reminders to take care of something. The next big thing is the reminder to write a vignette this week. Best Friends Day is on Tuesday, June 8, and you
The other night, I was describing the antics of my sister and her neighbor across the street. My friend cackled with laughter. “It’s Polly and Beryl. They would do this!” (You never know, as I thought about it, the story line made me chuckle. Anyway
Rebecca wiggled her feet. “What do you want now?” Andrew asked, looking at his lap. She’d propped her feet on his leg, stretching out on the sofa. “Nothing. Just saying hi.” “Hi.” “What are you doing?” He glared at her. “You know what I’m doing.
