Just finished The Jewel Trilogy and am so emotionally moved I almost feel drained. I have never read such great Christian romance ever, and I have been reading for years, through hundreds and hundreds of books.
Year: 2013
I am recruiting an elite group of readers to form a “Street Team” of volunteers for an exciting undercover mission. So you have to ask yourself, are you up to the challenge? Do you have what it takes? Can you go the distance and carry all the free loot and goodies along the way?
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Long before coupon blogs were popular, long before television shows about extreme couponing filled the airways, my friend Andrea and I would sit in the church nursery nursing our newborn sons and talk about the deals she’d found working a couponing system. It was amazing this skill she’d acquired. As she perfected it, she started teaching classes to women all over the central Kentucky area on how to save money the way she did. She is a master at it, and is an amazing teacher. For instance, look at the 50 things she got for free in February this year.
I spent quite a bit of time developing a menu for them for the week. Kaylee is more than capable in the kitchen, but cooking one meal a week versus cooking for a week straight are two different things entirely – especially when you’re a 16-year-old. kaylee menuShe and I worked together to create a menu that wouldn’t overwhelm her…and I made a few concessions that I wouldn’t make for myself. For instance, I bought spaghetti noodles, where I would make my own pasta. And, I bought some organic boxed mac & cheese and some organic tater tots to go with hot dog night. But, for the most part, the menu is homemade, real food.
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That is where I am this weekend. I’m traveling today, and will be completely unplugged until probably Sunday. Gregg is home, though, and is monitoring email and blog stuff for me.
It’s April 1st.
It’s April 1st and I haven’t planted a single seed. Not in a starter planter, not in a container, not in the ground.
I also haven’t cleared out my yard, tilled the earth, or prepared any rows.
I also haven’t even LOOKED at my compost bin in a year.
*sigh*
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One year ago today, I released my first book, Sapphire Ice, Book 1 of the Jewel Trilogy. Since then, I’ve released three more fiction books, compiled an anthology, and released a cookbook.
This guy didn’t fit in there. His hair was too long, his clothes were too wrong, and his attitude didn’t fit. I blew him off, and I guess he didn’t like it. At some point, somehow, he cornered me and dragged me into an empty room.
And he raped me.
I’ll spare you the horrific details. At some point, he choked me. Years later I realized that I passed out for a space of time. When I could breathe again, I thought he’d kill me, but something stopped him. I had bruises on my neck for days and wore every turtle necked sweater I owned in an attempt to hide them.
