Romance…with wine
True confession: I am a hunting widow. Okay, that isn’t the actual confession. I don’t hate it. There, I said it. When I first became a hunting widow, though, I did hate it. I loathed it. I had huge resentment for that week in mid-November, when my husband would pack up his pickup truck, peck... Continue Reading →
Last week, I officially became a "best selling author." For one hot minute, on Friday, September 6, 2019, over on Barnes & Noble, my book, Dragon his Heels, hit #1. There was even a pretty, although not-very-obvious tag to prove it, for a few days afterward. Bring on the bells and whistles! Where's the confetti?... Continue Reading →
When I miss him most… When I can’t figure out something on my phone. Or my laptop. Or any computer or other electronic device. When I see a group of teenage boys walking down the street, especially when they are laughing and appear happy with life. When I see a good-looking blond man. Would he... Continue Reading →
I’m writing this post the Saturday before Super Bowl Sunday. We’re having a few friends over to eat and watch the game. My husband and I each have distinct roles on the day before such events. I compulsively clean the house, while he does everything he can to ensure the party is really about his food, not... Continue Reading →