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by Tamara DeStefano “Join me for a dance, Mrs. Willoughby?” Rachel looked up at Frank Watson and smiled demurely though her skin crawled at the prospect of waltzing with the man. Accepting his offered hand, she turned on her newly acquired Memphis accent and answered, “I would love to, Mr. Watson, but please, call me…
by Tamara Destefano Georgia Romance Writers (a sub-chapter of RWA) and the powers that be came up with a brilliant idea. Every year we have a drawing in December. This drawing is called Finish the Book. Members pay five dollars. The money goes in a pot and at the end of the year the people…
I’m ashamed to say that frustration is too often a companion of mine. Grrr, arggg, is actually one of my favorite things to say…well, besides, pass the Oreos please. So far this month we’ve discussed the indoor appearance of unwanted forest friends, cell phone etiquette, and other blood pressure spiking subjects. I loved the posts, but the comments…
My husband and I have been married for nearly seventeen years now. Happily married I might add. He’s a great guy. His laid back attitude and eternal good cheer are in direct contrast with my surly nature and fiery personality. We’re opposites in every way…right down to our food choices. When I ask him what…
So this month we’re focusing on inspiration. We’ve even been given a nice sentence to help illustrate the theme. “I was just____ and it hit me____!” “I was just in a rabbit costume, and it hit me…heat stroke!” The sentence might sound crazy, but… Fifteen years ago I agreed to dress as a white rabbit…
