"Follow the money." Deep Throat "Are you a moviehead now?" our younger daughter asked. I'd been texting a list of things we've been watching -- many of them requiring English subtitles but with All the President's Men and the occasional Jason Bourne flick thrown in to give my husband a break. ( I may have… Continue reading On yacht rock, Watergate and the charms of car chases
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A little holiday romance
In case you missed it last year -- and don't mind reading on a device -- here is a link to my 2024 Christmas romance. Stand Still & Chill is a Hallmark-style novella set in the mountains of West Virginia. It is stored on this website as a free read. Follow the links at the… Continue reading A little holiday romance
On Advent, 10 foot tall Bumbles and blinging all the way
There was a season not long ago when the mention of Christmas brought the same snarl to my heart as a child opening a shaker of glitter in my kitchen would. Why? Just why? "Festival of Consumption," I grumbled inwardly while outwardly going through the motions expected of the mother of small children. Then I… Continue reading On Advent, 10 foot tall Bumbles and blinging all the way
Revisiting my mother’s Jesus
My mom's been gone more than three years now. That's long enough for me to have winnowed through most of her possessions, but not all. There's still some papers. I somehow have the cemetery lot deeds for literally everyone in the family -- as if the land where they are buried might be repossessed at… Continue reading Revisiting my mother’s Jesus
A pocketful of wry
"Lucy Locket lost her pocket..." Mother Goose I found a pair of painters pants tucked way back in a closet. What they lack in style and grace they make up with their pockets. There's room for this and room for that, but now they're sun-like setting. All the things they've come to store will surely… Continue reading A pocketful of wry
Nora Edinger -- JOY Journal 