Save the Beebe ranch for future readers
One month isn’t a long time to save a literary landmark.
One month isn’t a long time to save a literary landmark.
I am participating in the Write Women Book Fest Saturday, Oct. 8, with the Maryland Romance Writers. In fact, I’m the coordinator for this group of successful, professional writers and those who are well on their way to novel success. We’ve spent a lot of time talking about what we should discuss with readers who…
What are you reading on these fine spring days? I’ve been having the best time, sighing and laughing as I make my way through some of the best romances I’ve read in a long time. I binged on Bridgerton—you’ve heard of the Netflix/Shondaland series, right?—and then sat down with all of Julia Quinn‘s books upon…
It wasn’t until I wrote my list down that I realized every book was written by a woman. I did read books by men—but these were my favorites for the year. They took me away from covid and other troubles. They made me feel strongly about strong characters. They took me to new places and old places, places I’d never see if not for these authors.
Thank you all for writing them.
I went inside to the parlor and found a tree, not as tall as me, was sitting on the table where Lenore usually has Mr. Poe’s books. It even had little sparkly lights on it, red and green and white. On the top was a raven, like the one Eddy wrote about in that poem everybody likes.
On the third day of Christmas… I realize those twelve days are supposed to run between December 25 and Epiphany, Jan. 6, but I want to take these twelve days before Christmas to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. I never belonged to a book…
On the first day of Christmas… I realize those twelve days are supposed to start on December 25 and run to Epiphany, Jan. 6, but I want to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. I’m starting with my critique partners. For about a year and…
My brother called me the other night to recommend a book he thought I’d like. Bill, who is a year younger than me, and I have been close through chicken pox, trips on the family sailboat, teen angst (both ours and our kids’), and now growing older and maybe wiser. As usual, he called while…
I gobbled up three books recently—while reading the Bridgerton collection, I might add—and I have to recommend them all with many, many stars. One is set during the Cold War. One is set in medieval Wales while the third is contemporary, set in Milford, Georgia. And they’re all related. But not the way you might…
I’m happy to say my summer reading this year provided escapes to different times and places and every one was a different kind of joy. Sweet and wild as Chincoteague. Wild and risky as Jazz Age Chicago. Heart-breaking and hope-filled as Cuba in the 1960s. Magical as the Paris Opera House.