I have often said the more things change the more they stay the same. Perusing period cookbooks brings this to mind all the time. Between just finishing up to Christmas novella, where the Christmas feast features prominently and getting ready for Thanksgiving ourselves, I’ve had my nose in a number of cookbooks, both historical and modern, and came across this gem recently. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of the modern Tur-duck-en, a turkey … Continue reading →
There’s a saying in the gulf coast: Hide from the wind, run from the water. Hurricane Harvey took that to a totally new place. In case you missed earlier segments: Rising Waters, part 1 Risings Waters Part 2 Rising Waters Part 3 Rising Waters Part 4 Just before bed, I checked the water levels—touching the edge of our driveway now. The fifth house on the street—now empty—is poised with water at the front step. … Continue reading →
Regency society organized itself around marriage and family. Adults were identified by their place, or lack thereof, in a married, family unit. Married women were ranked higher and more respected than the unmarried spinsters. The plight of the regency spinsters is fairly well documented. The local tax or judicial records says it all. Women were typically identified in tax or judicial records by their marital status (spinsters, wives and widows) whereas men were always identified … Continue reading →
You never realize how wonderful dry shoes are until Hurricane Harvey leaves you stuck wearing wet ones. In case you missed earlier installments: Rising Waters part 1 Risings Waters Part 2 Rising Waters Part 3 Somehow, I had hoped that dry shoes and clothes would change things more than they did. I was already tired of being wet, and according to the latest weather forecasts, Hurricane Harvey was promising that wet was the way things … Continue reading →
#84 Binge Watching the Bird Channel Writing is tough enough without distractions. One would think that with no young children at home, having the house to myself, it would be easy to sit down and get writing done. Yeah…no, not so much. When one has a houseful of cats, one has a houseful of distractions. Either the cats are the distraction or they point you to the distraction, or some days, both. One of … Continue reading →
