My son and his wife are expecting their first child. (And I’m trying to wrap my poor head around being a grandmother—but I digress.) They are awash in advice about EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. And they are confused. Maddeningly, head swirling with conflicting opinions, ready to *headesk* confused. So my dear son turned to me and asked how to sort through all the advice they were getting. Dear child knows me and knows I’ll … Continue reading →
Sometimes stupid things fall out of people’s mouths and you’re just left slack jawed, wondering how do I respond to this—without smacking them upside the head, ‘cause, well, that’s just not nice. Often well deserved, but not nice. So now you’re going to ask me why I bring that up now. Blame my son, he just graduated from college. He just graduated cum laude with a BS in Mechanical Engineering. Mama bear is super proud—I … Continue reading →
So much has been happening! I hardly know where to begin. The release of The Trouble to Check Her has been wonderful with awesome reviews and so many of you helping me share the news. I just got word that Mistaking Her Character has been longlisted for a RONE award. The Darcy’s First Christmas received a BRAG medallion. And some of my books are now part of the BiblioBoard ebook collection for Texas Libraries! I’ll share more details on that in the coming weeks. With all … Continue reading →
In Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, following the disastrous proposal at Hunsford, Darcy must decide what he will do. April 9, 1812 Darcy stalked from the parsonage so quickly the housekeeper barely opened the front door in time. The spleen of that woman! The unmitigated impertinence of her! She painted him a villain…a vulgar villain! He mounted his horse and turned away from Rosings. That was without doubt the last place he wanted to be. … Continue reading →
A Jane Austen Mashup Short Story. What happens when Emma meets Persuasion and Pride and Prejudice? Courtships of course! What madness had seized the weather? Richard Fitzwilliam pulled the scarf a little tighter around his neck. The howling winds battered the coach on the short ride from Highbury to Hartfield. The Darcy carriage was as snug and warm as such a vehicle might be in a freak blizzard. Still, memories of frigid nights spent … Continue reading →
