I know it’s January and you’ve finished all your Christmas reading until December again, but that’s what I’m about to share with you. I read a boat load of Christmas stories in December and wrapped up a non-fiction book that I’d been slowly working through. The Twelve Days Of Christmas (Macomber) Julia Padden is bubbly, friendly, and outgoing. Her neighbor, Cain Maddox, is not. She’s convinced he’s rude just for the sake of it. While bemoaning this to her bestie,…
Despite all the writing last month, I still found time to read a few books. It kinda surprised me I read more in November than in October. There’s a direct correlation between how much I read and how much I write. Weird, but true, and somewhere out there you can find a few articles on the topic, too. Shall we dive into what I read in November? C is for Corpse by Sue Grafton — This is the one I…
There’s this crazy family story that runs through our house nearly every single December. It’s not the traditional story of presents, tinsel, and snow. It’s one of those true stories that somehow becomes family legend as more years go by. You see, seven years ago we did this crazy wild thing called buying a house. We’d been bumping from rental to rental at an alarming rate, and that particular year found us, once again, caring for Nana. Now, I confess,…