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The Double Cousins Celebrate!

Posted by on Jul 20, 2019 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Double Cousins Celebrate!

How can it be? Ten years ago today I posted this picture of my sister’s five children each reading a copy of my first book, The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Missing Watch. As it would happen, the books that were shipped to South Dakota arrived BEFORE the books shipped to me in South Carolina. So they got to see the book first. While I didn’t think it was quite fair at the time, it did make for a great photo-op, one I still cherish.   So, here we are now, ten years and six more books later. There are currently five Double Cousins books, two nonfiction books, and a spin-off mystery that still dreams of becoming a series. Someday. But, back to the Double Cousins. A ten year anniversary seems like a big deal. Perhaps even some kind of a celebration—or something! So, here you go! I am here and now announcing the end of the Double Cousins Series.   Yep, you heard me right. But it’s a good thing. Really!   A couple of weeks ago I signed contracts for the last two books in the Double Cousins Series. That will bring the number to a perfect seven and all seven mysteries will have occurred in the span of one year’s time. Yes, it has been a busy year for Max, Carly, et al.     The book I am currently working on is set at camp in Wyoming. What a delight that I received pictures yesterday on Facebook of the young people and counselors at Camp Mallo right now! The only thing better would be if I had been there myself! So, now you know what I’ll be doing for the next few months. The plan is that both books will be out next summer, one in time for camp and the other for our family reunion in Broken Bow, Nebraska. The series will end where it started—at the ranch, of...

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The Revenge of the Gretorogomus Greeble

Posted by on Jul 14, 2019 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Revenge of the Gretorogomus Greeble

This morning I was stung by two wasps, four times. It reminded me of a very real incident in my life which I fictionalized into this story several years ago. The names of the innocent were changed, as were those of the guilty.       The Revenge of the Gretorogomus Greeble It was my own fault, I guess.  Mom had told me a couple thousand times to put shoes on before I went outside.  She told me all of the bad things that could happen if I didn’t.  Things like stubbing my toe or cutting my foot on a rock or glass.  I remember lots of things my mother told me before she died, but I sure don’t remember her mentioning the Gretorogomus Greeble. But, despite the warnings I like to go outside without my shoes.  I like being able to wiggle my toes.  I like the cool grass under my feet.  I even like walking on rocks.  Well, maybe not early in the spring but soon my feet “toughen up”. This afternoon dad had gone visiting.  He is a minister so he does that a lot.  My older sister Cathy, who is twelve, was put in charge.  Ha!  If my dad only knew. Cathy was mad at me which happens almost every day.  She thinks she can boss me around.  It’s always something, but today she insisted Dad had said we had to do the dishes. That was the last thing on my agenda.  I was going to enjoy the warm spring weather. “He didn’t tell me to do them.”  I slammed the back door. “Lori Alyssa McKenzie, you get back in here,” she screamed.  “He said WE were supposed to clean up the kitchen. I always get stuck with the work.” “So don’t do it.” I yelled back. I meandered across the yard, the new green grass tickling my feet.  It had rained again the night before and my dad had said, “This is the wettest late spring we have had in years.”  I believe him.  Being ten, I remember a bunch of springs, but none this green. Well, one minute I was thinking on the green, green world around me and the next my foot was on fire.  Not exactly literally.  There weren’t any flames or anything, but there should have been.  I howled in anger and pain, hopped a couple of steps, then plopped down to see what was wrong.  I saw what looked like a splinter, surrounded by a great welt raising right up in what my health teacher called the ball of my foot.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          The pain got worse.  I screamed louder. “Cathy, help me!”  The back door banged open and my sister stood there with a dripping dish rag and glared at me. “My foot’s on fire!” I have to admit, the crowd gathered pretty fast.  My little brother, Kent, seven neighbor kids, plus Cathy hovered around; peering anxiously, but rather excitedly, at my foot. “Something attacked me!” “I heard that...

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Comfort Food Without Calories!

Posted by on Oct 25, 2018 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 2 comments

Comfort Food Without Calories!

Yesterday I went to the library. I needed to return books and audio books, some of which were overdue.  I admit it. I am terrible at getting books back to the library on time. But, the way I look at it I’m helping fund the library with the fines. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. One of the books I returned was The Middle Moffat by Eleanor Estes. It is an older book, first published in 1942 and set in Cranberry Connecticut during World War I. When I saw it on the shelf in the children’s section I had to take it home. You see, it was one of my childhood favorites. Janey Moffat is a middle child (like I was) and she lost a parent (like I did). She was imaginative, very brave even though she was a bit insecure. She was kind and generous. She loved to tell stories, imagine stories, and didn’t miss a thing that was going on in the neighborhood. Another big character in the book is The Oldest Inhabitant—a 99 year old Civil War vet who lives in their town. Janey, quite by accident strikes up a friendship with the man and that was one of the highlights of the book for me. I find it interesting to read my favorite childhood books again in adulthood. There is comfort there and it opens my eyes to the reality that the books I read as a child informed who I am today. I found myself laughing several times as I read and laughing feels so good right now. So, this time at the library I went to another favorite set of books, The Trixie Belden Mysteries. I had hoped to find book two there last time I went, but failing that I ordered it on Amazon and now I was ready for book three. So, my current “read in progress” is Trixie Belden –The Gatehouse Mystery by Julie Campbell. Why am I reading children’s books? It isn’t because I don’t have other deeper books sitting in piles around my house waiting for me to pay them some attention. It isn’t even that I am a children’s author and need to do research (although that is an awesome excuse, isn’t it?) No, plain and simple, these books are what I call comfort food in the book world. Since my Daddy went to heaven I haven’t had the focus needed to read a book. But, then I discovered that I could read these favorites from childhood. Not only are they simple plots, easy to read, but they take me back to my childhood. The one where my Daddy lived. What about you? What is your favorite childhood read? Please share here! Maybe you will even want to read it...

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All Our Ducks in a Dumpster

Posted by on Aug 10, 2018 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 6 comments

All Our Ducks in a Dumpster

  A couple of mornings ago as I sat at my computer researching topics about which I need to know more, I remembered an article I wrote almost twenty years ago. It was never published and I thought it might be something I could spiff up and send out to a magazine. I knew it was somewhere in the files of my computer, but where?   Every time I get a new computer, I have Bruce move my files to the new one. It’s kind of like pulling a moving van up to the house and putting everything in:  trash, junk, things you don’t want—and  of course the ones you do.   So, now you know I’m not a very organized computer person. I do have some folders I’ve developed over the years for my books and speaking, but there is this massive file called “WRITING” that is kind of like the junk drawer in the kitchen or the back bedroom. It gets all the homeless, left-over pieces.   I started looking through the file and came upon documents that obviously belonged in another existing folder. So I moved them. Then I found documents that are clearly no longer necessary to keep, so I deleted them. Yes, I did.   As I worked through the file I couldn’t help but think of the process we are undertaking this week. Yesterday morning a dumpster was deposited at our house by our trash company. I am beyond excited for this grand cleaning out. It’s a big step for us. We are cleaning out the back bedroom, the one that gathered all of the things we didn’t know what to do with. Quilting things that belonged to his mother. Old family items. Some of his brothers’ things. Old blankets. A worn out single mattress. You get the picture.   We’ve even found a few treasures like two antique portable typewriters and a lifetime supply of thread in every color imaginable! Some things, like the treasures, we are finding necessary to keep. Others we will put in the pile to donate to the Salvation Army or give to family. And the rest will go in the dumpster. When we finish in that room we will move on to the basement to clean out the excess storage there. When done we’ll have space for the things we have in a storage unit. At least that’s the plan.   For the first time in our marriage we will have all our stuff in one house. I’m certain we won’t every become minimalists, and I know it doesn’t mean we will have all our ducks in a row, but it’s a start, isn’t it? Isn’t...

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My Right Guard

Posted by on Aug 1, 2018 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 2 comments

My Right Guard

I was blessed this year to be able to visit Daddy for Father’s Day. I don’t take for granted any opportunity to spend time with him, especially since he suffered those two nasty strokes a few years ago. We are travelling the roads more often these days, but being with him on Father’s Day, that was special. That morning I stood beside the bed helping Mom get Daddy ready for his day. Mostly I stood around and watched because Mom is so good at caring for him, but I tried to be proactive and figure out what came next. I’m telling you, caring for someone at home is much different than hospitals. In hospitals we don’t have clothes. We have hospital gowns, and in case you haven’t been around one lately, I’ll let you in on a secret. They are open in the back. Real clothes are much harder to deal with. Anyway, I stood there and watched as Mom grabbed the deodorant. As the aerosol floated through the air, the scent brought a flood of nostalgia to me. (Did you know that smell is the most nostalgic of all of the senses? It’s true.) Anyway, before even seeing the can, the words “Right Guard” flew into my mind. I glanced over to where Mom was placing the can back on the dresser and sure enough, it was Right Guard. I grinned. Then, as frequently happens my mind took the idea and ran with it. I realized that not only has Daddy used Right Guard for as long as I can remember, he has always been my Right Guard, from the moment I was born. Let me share how. First, he was Right on Guard when I was little to make sure I was safe. He would hold my hand when we crossed the street. When my parents traveled by train from California to Nebraska with two preschoolers, they each took one of us to be in charge of. They were on it. Daddy had rules about where we could ride our bikes . . . to keep us safe. He paid attention to what we said when we came home from school and if something sounded wrong, he marched right in there to talk to the teacher. I always felt safe when Daddy was there. When I was little he told me that they had stopped the Korean War when he was in basic training because they heard he was coming. Of course he was kidding, but I believed him. When we were old enough to drive, he was Right on Guard to make sure we knew how to change a tire; change the oil; never, never, never pick up a hitchhiker; and don’t get in a hurry  to turn into traffic. If you wait you will always have an opportunity to go when it is safe. Not only was he Right on Guard, but he was a Right Guard. His rules had reasons. His policies were based...

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Beat The Heat – Ten Wintery Picture Books

Posted by on Jul 19, 2018 in Blog, Double Cousins |

Beat The Heat – Ten Wintery Picture Books

Tacky and the Winter Games by Helen Lester Illustrated by Lynn Munsinger Tacky the Penguin tops my favorite wintery picture book list because Tacky is my favorite. There are several Tacky books and they would all be great for this list, but I chose this particular one because it has “winter” in the title. I bought my first Tacky book when my oldest nieces and nephews were little and they loved it. I haven’t met a child who doesn’t love Tacky. He isn’t perfect. He’s a little—well—Tacky! But he is NICE to have around!   The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats This book is a classic. In fact, when I asked others what their favorite snowy picture books were this one was invariably mentioned. The thing I especially love about this book is that the author takes common snowy activities, ones all children in snow enjoy, and he makes a story out of it. This pulls the child right into the story and I would be surprised if your children wouldn’t be shivering by the end!   Katy and the Big Snow by Virginia Lee Burton Katy and the Big Snow is written by the same author/illustrator as The Little House and Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel. The artwork on this book is incredible. There are detailed borders to each page that pull children in and give a lot of room for discussion and fun exploration! This book isn’t just a story. It is an experience.   Little Bear by Else Holmelund Minarik Illustrated by Maurice Sendak This book is actually considered a chapter book. It is “An I CAN READ Book.” But, there are so many pictures that this book is great for a read aloud with little children too! I love the way the mother bear allows the little bear to explore and use his imagination. Read this to your children and they may play by themselves for awhile afterwards.   Bear Snores On by Karma Wilson  Illustrated by Jane Chapman Bear Snores On was suggested by my librarian niece. I had never heard of it before, so I hurried right down to the library and checked it out. (I have to say that the Hendersonville Library has it going on. They had a shelf with “seasonal books.” The winter section was huge and such a great resource.) Anyway, back to the book. The story is simple but repetitive which as we all know makes for an amazing picture book. I absolutely loved the artwork and I kept wondering what was going to happen if. . . well, I don’t want to spoil the story!   Snipp Snapp Snurr and the Yellow Sled by Maj Lindman Snipp Snapp and Snurr are old books. This author also wrote a series called Ricka, Dicka, and Flicka. The names are almost laughable, but I’m telling you, children adore them. I loved them when I was little and a friend mentioned that her children love them too! They are...

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Double Cousins Gazette and Trip Report

Posted by on Dec 8, 2016 in Blog, Double Cousins |

  For those of you who have long waited for the much promised newsletter and report on the trip to North Platte click on the Double Cousins Logo above! Also, if you want to have the newsletter automatically sent to you, please sign up here on the blog page or on the home page of the website! Here are a few stats from the trip out west: 4169 miles 2 Elementary School Visits 1 Literacy event at an Elementary School 1 Home School event 1 Library event 2 book signings 1 Open Mic 1 Ladies Luncheon 1 TV interview Several Newspaper articles Sold: 203 books! I’m taking a much needed break from writing now to regain some equilibrium. However, I am working on unit studies to go with the Double Cousins books and I am registered to have a book at the Great Homeschool Convention in Greenville, SC in March! Have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year! I hope to be blogging on a more regular basis...

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Giving Up The Rights

Posted by on Nov 3, 2016 in Blog, Double Cousins |

A few weeks ago, on the back deck of a vacation cabin in North Carolina I officially gave up the rights to all of my books. Let me explain. My husband and I had the opportunity to stay at a cabin for a couple of days for the purpose of planning a marketing strategy for the rest of this year and next. After all, we have released four books in the past 15 months. (Yes, we did that crazy thing.) Now it is time to sell some books. My daddy taught me that when undertaking a great endeavor we should ask for God’s help and wisdom, so I started my day by reading my Bible and praying. I read my Psalms for the day, but the verse “If any one lack wisdom let him ask of God” (James 1:6) kept popping into my head so after a little searching I found the passage and read it. Then I bowed my head and I informed God that He needed to help me in this marketing thing. That I knew I needed wisdom from Him and I was officially asking for it. I reminded Him that he said if we lack wisdom we are supposed to ask for it. So I was asking. So there. Then the Holy Spirit reminded me of a few facts. God arranged every positive marketing event I’ve already experienced. God gave me the talent I needed to write. God gave me the ideas for the books. God gave me the children who like to read the books. God gave me a publisher. God gave me a husband who is perfectly suited to help me in this endeavor. God already has it all planned. Indeed, these books are HIS plan. Not mine. And suddenly I realized. I might be “the author.” But, I don’t own all of the rights. Those belong to God. I just get the earthly ones. So, I started over. “Lord, I’m sorry. Show me your plan for the books. Help me to remember this is your project. I’m just the tool.” A tool in God’s hands! Wowie Pizzowie! And that’s the true story about the day I gave up the rights to my books. For more information about how that worked for me . . . well, stay tuned! I’ll be posting an installment of my newsletter on here in the next week with all of the...

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When the Watch Stops

Posted by on Sep 10, 2016 in Blog, Double Cousins | 1 comment

When the Watch Stops

My husband bought me a new watch the other day. Well, really it is an old watch. He decided I needed a wind-up one in addition to the quartz watch I was wearing. I used to have a wind-up watch and I loved it. But when quartz watches came in vogue and I made the switch. After all, no winding! I was delighted with my new/old watch and happily put it on my wrist. I held the watch to my ear and listened to the soft ticking. I love hearing a watch tick. So relaxing. Over the next couple of days I smiled every time I checked the time. The watch was so beautiful. Until it stopped. What? Was it broken? Then I realized what the problem was. I hadn’t wound it. I forgot that one little detail. So, I wound it, reset it and it was as good as before. My husband asked how it was working. Was it keeping time? I laughed and told him it was doing fine as long as I wound it. He said if it had any problems it might need cleaned. No telling if it has ever been cleaned. That got me thinking. I’m afraid I’ve become a bit like an unwound watch, maybe even one that needs a good cleaning. You see, over the past couple of years we have embarked on a grand experiment. Is it possible for Miriam to write, edit, get published, and promote two books a year while maintaining her day job and life at home? During that time I have written three children’s mysteries, they have all been released, and my husband put together, designed, edited and published a collection of my columns from Newberry under the title of You Ain’t From Here, Are Ya? So, in the past fifteen months we have released four books. So, yes. I can write a book every six months. I can market each book, kind of. But, after the third one my watch stops. I come unwound. I need a good cleaning and must be rewound. I need a break. Besides, with each new project always looming ahead there wasn’t truly time to focus on the marketing. Hence, we have a lot of books sitting at our house in boxes. We need to do more marketing. So, the plan for now is no more new books will be written at least for a year. During that year I will focus on marketing, home life, and work. Oh, and rewinding my watch. What about you? Are you taking the time needed to rewind? I would love to hear your favorite ways to rewind your internal watch! Please share...

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Morning Musing

Posted by on Sep 1, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 2 comments

This morning as I was waking up I was thinking about a professor who taught with Bruce at Newberry. Yesterday we learned that Cathy Lovett died. I liked Dr. Lovett. She was honest and said what she thought. You could trust her. When I miscarried our baby she gave us facts. She was a geneticist and to a scientist and a nurse the facts were what we needed. It was a gracious gift. One fact she gave us is that up to 50% of pregnancies end in miscarriage. As I thought about that this morning I thought, THAT is a LOT of babies in heaven. What does God do with all of those babies? Well, maybe they grow up Miriam! (My author brain kicked in and I began imagining it.) Maybe as they grow up they are recorded in the heavenly perfect form of video so when their parents arrive they can watch it. Then through my mind ran pictures of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, mother and father-in-law, and Mommy each with our child. When I thought of Mommy all of a sudden it wasn’t just my child. She stood there, leading a choir of her grandchildren. All of their faces were lifted to God as they sang a worship hymn. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty. . . And the truth is. . . heaven will be so much more glorious than we can even imagine. ....

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The Playlist in my Brain

Posted by on Jul 26, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Playlist in my Brain

When I left the house for my morning walk the sun still hadn’t peeked over the trees in our little valley. Oh, the sun had been up for nearly an hour, just not here! The air was cool,the morning fresh, and the birds were singing their hearts out.   Our neighborhood could be designated an aviary. We have so many old trees and the birds start chirping well before daylight,  never seeming to completely stop until the sun is down. It soothes my soul.   As I walked up the road past our house a chorus jumped out of its seat in the music repository of my brain, rushed to the microphone, and announced itself to the rest of my brain!                 The birds upon the treetops sing their song,                 The angels chant their chorus all day long,                 The flowers in the garden blend their hue,                 So why shouldn’t I, why shouldn’t you, praise Him too?                                 Author Unknown   I smiled. This is my life. My brain is 10% functional and 90% song lyrics. Or, that is how it seems.   It is now almost noon and I’ve been jotting down the names or first lines of songs that I find myself humming. So, here is my brain’s play-list for the morning of July 26, 2016   The Birds Upon The Treetops Praise Him, Praise Him all ye little children My God is so big, so strong and so mighty I’m on the Top of the World Moon River (when I saw a black cat) ???? Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down No one ever cared for me like Jesus How much is that doggie in the window His eye is on the sparrow O God, our help in ages past I can only imagine As a deer panteth for the water (when I saw a deer on my walk) I love thy kingdom Lord Channels Only It’s Just Like His Great Love There’s a song in the air (Christmas in July?) O Safe to the rock that is higher than I Jesus Savior, Pilot Me I may have missed some, but that pretty much covers it. “No One Ever Cared For Me Like Jesus” could have been on the list about ten times. It is my current “background music”. I tend to hit on a song and it gets stuck. Other songs pop into my head, but once they are done back it goes to the background piece. This can be annoying for the people around me! So, when I realize the record is stuck, I usually try to change to another song. Both times I caught myself humming that song this morning the alternate that immediately popped into my mind was, “How much is that doggie in the window.”   That I can’t explain! And, I’m not even going to try.   Do you have a song in your heart today? What is it? Share in the comments...

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Cowboys in the Park

Posted by on Jul 23, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Cowboys in the Park

In honor of National Day of the Cowboy, I am digging out an old piece. This was written originally for the Newberry Observer as a column. Then, it made it into both of my non-fiction books. Enjoy! Cowboys in the Park It’s not like I was hurting for something to do last Friday. I had a huge list of tasks that needed accomplished and a class for work on Saturday, so I really needed to stay home and put my nose to the grindstone.   However, once I saw the notice in the paper that the concert in the park downtown was Cowboy Music I knew there was nothing on the list that couldn’t wait—or wouldn’t have to.   When I got to the park I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were cowboy hats in the town square. Cowboy hats on people wearing jeans and cowboy boots. I could feel my heart rate jump. I picked a park bench close to the microphones. I wanted to hear every word.   Oh my. For the next hour I sat and alternately resisted the urge to jump up and twirl across the grass like a child unable to contain her joy, or sit and wail because I missed my family, especially my Grandpa Jones.   They sang a lot of the old cowboy songs and the crowd sang along. I heard comments about memories from the picture show when they were children. My memories were a bit different.   I remembered helping Grandpa saddle Brownie, the horse he kept for the grandkids to ride. I remembered riding with Grandpa to get some cows in and having my glasses knocked off my face when I failed to see a branch. I remembered watching hours of the old westerns on TV on Sunday afternoons at Grandpa and Grandma’s ranch. They all paraded through my head.   When they sang a song by “Grandpa Jones” from the Hee Haw TV show I laughed because my Grandpa Jones loved watching that show. When they sang a song asking where the cowboys have gone I wanted to stand up and shout, “THEY ARE STILL THERE!”   I thought of my cousin Gordon, riding across the Sandhills of Nebraska on his horse as he works his ranch. I wished every one of those people there could see a real cowboy, on a real ranch. I felt like I knew something they didn’t know. I felt blessed.   It was cool—one of those two nice days—and there was a chilly breeze. If I closed my eyes I could imagine myself in Nebraska or South Dakota. By the middle of the concert I was shivering but I certainly wasn’t going to get up and go anywhere.   I was right where I wanted to be, enjoying an evening in Nebraska and South Dakota right here in downtown Newberry, South...

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Found: Five Fun Facts About Historic Research!

Posted by on Jul 19, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Found: Five Fun Facts About Historic Research!

Sunday evening I visited a friend. I wanted to return some books he let me use while researching my most recent children’s mystery, The Nearly Twins and the Secret in the Mason Jar. I also wanted to give him a copy of the book. We had a great time talking about local history and I could have come home with several more books about the history of Western North Carolina. Mr. Pooch Pace is not just a respected veteran of the Korean War, but, as I have discovered, a valuable local history source. When I set out to write my first book I certainly didn’t plan to write historical fiction. In fact I chose to write in the present because I didn’t want to deal with historical research. It seemed too hard. I just wanted to tell a story about cousins at their grandparents’ ranch. The only history I really wanted to talk about was mine! But then the second book happened and in the process it became imperative and even—gasp!—interesting to find out more about the town where the mystery would be set. After all, the history would inform the plot of my book. And so it began. Now I start with learning about the history of the town then let that give me the plot. In the process I have learned several things. I thought I would share a few with you!   Sharing stories is a gift that gives both ways. People sometimes thank me for writing stories they like to read. But, the truth is I get as much, or more enjoyment from learning about the town. I had no idea that Saluda, NC, had such a varied and rich history. Now I dream of time-traveling back to Saluda for a summer. In addition, the people you meet along the way, or the friendships that are deepened, are gifts that will keep giving.   Every place has history that can add value to our current life. I learned about the power of music in the treatment of patients with dementia while researching for this most recent book. I am a nurse. My two worlds collided and I’ve actually used music in a room to help calm a patient. In addition, when you learn the history of your area it opens up opportunities for fun family activities like museums, historic sites, even just an awareness of what was on your piece of land before you arrived. What value do you suppose you could gain by learning some of your neighborhood’s history, or researching a new topic?   There is always more history under the surface. History layered on history. – As I’ve researched for my books it’s become difficult sometimes to decide which historic element will be used in my story. Saluda was like that. There was history from before the Revolutionary War, clear back when the first settlers made their way into the mountains. There was Native American history. There was Civil War history, 19th...

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Where In The World Has She Been?–Missing in Action

Posted by on Jul 2, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Where In The World Has She Been?–Missing in Action

It has been far too long since I posted here. Every weekend and Wednesday it has been on my to-do list. Yet, no posts. I’ve thought of ideas that came and went. But yet, nothing. So, here in pictures is my past month!       So there you have it. A pictorial diary. Look for upcoming opportunities to get your copy of the newest book here and on my Facebook page. It is available in online stores as well!        ...

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Go Back In Time? If Only . . .

Posted by on Jun 1, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Go Back In Time? If Only . . .

If you could go back in time for a few days where would you go? What time period? I have many such locations, but one place I would love to visit is Saluda, North Carolina during the early 1900’s.   Let me explain why.   The first time I visited Saluda was March 2004 when I came to North Carolina to meet my soon-to-be husband’s family. When we pulled into town Bruce pointed out which direction would take to his grandpa’s farm house and the church where some of his ancestors were buried. He also pointed out that the Saluda interchange sat on what used to be his grandpa’s corn field. I believe this may have been the first time I ever heard the phrase, “When the road took the farm.” It wasn’t the last.   As we drove down Main Street I was drawn in by the old-time small-town feel of the place. I noticed the depot and the bright yellow buildings beside it. I spotted the big Baptist Church. I love depots, yellow, and Baptist churches. I was hooked.   Over the next ten years we waved each time we passed Saluda, greeting our family—live and dead, as we rushed on our way to the place we would eventually call home on the other side of Hendersonville. There was no time for a stop in Saluda, for our home was calling us. It was a place to clean out and fix up.  A home full of memories.  A lovely place away from the noise and overpopulation of Florida. Here, despite the work I found peace. I could hear the birds sing. A rooster woke me each morning. But, it was a lot of work and even once we moved to Newberry, SC and eventually up to the house in Hendersonville, our visits to Saluda were few and far between.   A couple of times I made an unexpected stop at Saluda . . . well, at least at the interchange. Yep. My car engine blew up not once, but twice right in the middle of—you’ve got it, what used to be Grandpa Bradley’s corn field. Was it a sign?   So, when I decided it was time to start a new mystery series—this time set in the South—it was a no-brainer where the first book should take place. Saluda. After all, this is where my husband’s people come from. My other series started on my grandpa’s ranch. Why couldn’t this one start where Bruce’s grandpa farmed? So, the research began. I drove over to Saluda and wondered through town. I read a book written by some of the people in Saluda, a book that shared first person accounts of those days during the early 1900’s. I was blown away by the history Saluda can claim. I mean, not just one thing, but several.   One Sunday afternoon, armed with the book I returned to Saluda and drove around and around and around the town trying to find...

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Remember Why We Celebrate

Posted by on May 30, 2016 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Remember Why We Celebrate

One of the many life lessons my daddy taught me was to use words properly. I was reminded of this a few minutes ago while I watched a beautiful Memorial Day video tribute.   The thought that shot through my mind was this: It is Memorial Day, not Celebrate Day. Today we stop to Memorialize, Remember, and Commemorate those who gave their lives so we can Celebrate our country, our freedom, our day off, and our family gatherings.   Let’s not allow the busyness of our celebrating cause us to forget the true meaning of the holiday, to remember and honor the ultimate sacrifice so many men and women made on our (insert your name here for a powerful reminder)...

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