Please stop by Seeking with all Yur Heart and Cocktails and Books Since I’m posting this about 1:30 a.m., I can hardly wait to stop by, too, after I get a little sleep. 🙂
Wow, I’m really losing track of time this year! Almost two months since my last post. Now that Aria is almost two, that child is running circles around me but we’re establishing a routine and I’m at a place where I’m starting to demand everyone else give me some space so I can start spending […]
A few weeks ago, fellow author Ruth Ann Nordin invited me to be part of a project for next year. A project that involves mail-order brides in the 1800s. Of course I said yes! And then I said, “yikes!” I’ve only written two historicals – Reluctant Guardian (2011) and Enza (2012). Obviously, I’m a little […]
What makes a movie romantic? What is it that draws us in and keeps us glued to our seats, mindlessly munching buttery, artery clogging popcorn as we wait, breathlessly, for that final ‘aw’ inspiring scene? That moment we know our time was well spent because we finally got our happily-ever-after fix. The lead actor and […]
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April 26, 2012 @ 8:40 am
I commented on the second post but couldn’t find a place to put in my .02 on the review. good review though. well done.
April 26, 2012 @ 8:41 pm
Thanks, Louise. I did figure out where to comment. At the very end, I think. So far I’m really pleased with all of the reviews. 🙂
April 26, 2012 @ 8:47 pm
Oops…I forgot to add (this is from the other blog)….your father HAULED water for drinking and bathing from the city??? Wow. That’s a lot of work. My mom said her family still had an outhouse in the 50’s, but they lived just at the edge of a big city. She didn’t say anything about hauling water though. I’ll have to ask her.
Have I mentioned that I really love indoor plumbing? That’s why I chose the 1950’s as the only other time in history…that could be historical…that I’d want to live. Guess I should have specified…IN THE CITY LIMITS. 🙂
April 26, 2012 @ 8:57 pm
we lived outside of Calgary at that time. most homes had a well but we couldn’t afford to dig one, so my dad hauled water by cream cans every day. he worked in the city, so he filled them after work. lots and lots of work with 7 kids. mind you, we shared bath water LOL
April 26, 2012 @ 9:53 pm
Wow…yeah, I bet you did share bathwater with 7 kids and your father hauling water home every day! But I know what you mean. Living in the country now I always hope that the well will last a long, long time. They’re very expensive to have another one put in!
LOL…do you know that ‘don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater’ came from sharing bathwater? I guess the adults got to bathe in the tub first, then the children and last, poor little things, the babies. By then the water was so nasty I guess an infant could disappear in it. Yuck! 🙂
April 26, 2012 @ 1:35 pm
Just checked out the links. That outhouse is just wrong.
April 26, 2012 @ 8:42 pm
LOL…it sure is! When I first saw a picture of one all I could think is OMG! What if you were sitting downstairs and there was a leak from upstairs? It’s just too horrible to contemplate! 🙂