If Kateryn Parr was making this up, she could have said that someone else had seen Elizabeth; why involve her husband? Might Thomas Seymore have made up this story, told his wife that he’d seen their stepdaughter in the arms of a man? The only motivation I can think of is that he...
Also known as the Ramayana monkey chant, the dance is performed by a circle of as many as 150 performers wearing checked cloths around their waists, percussively chanting “chak”, and moving their hands and arms. The performance depicts a battle of the Ramayana, in which the monkey-like ...
I know that you will fall in love with Branyrd and her Guardian Angel Benedicto. Happy Reading! Watch for new books always coming from JemsBooks and other suprises too! I am not taking on any more books at this time for review. Sorry! This time of the year is extremely busy for all...
I love to cook and I enjoy drinking wine. I listen to jazz and watch HGTV and The Food Network. I wake up in the middle of the night to have cookies and milk and sometimes ice cream. I have a vast Betty Boop collection and even have her tattooed on my thigh. And, I’m spoiled...
Dale chuckles and soon everyone is laughing as Grandma Ward smiles, like a two-year-old who has a hang nail on her middle finger and goes around flicking everyone off, old ladies get to say whatever they want. I love Grandma Ward. When the bill comes, Grandma Ward hoists a black ...
She came around the counter and wrapped her arms around her. “Let me take you on out to your car.” The two walked through the doors and saw the storm was really powering up. They could smell the rain coming. Rebecca regained her composure. “Good grief! It’s about to pour. I ...
When asked by a local what nationality they were, this person replied ‘Australian’.The European turned their back on them and walked away. The traveller said this was the first time they had experienced this. Normally as an Australian they were welcomed with open arms. ...
I put them on the page – but to what purpose? “Because writers write,” Julia says (writes) and I hate her. Then, suddenly – a hit of clarity. One strong line, so sharp (did you catch it?) – an anchor. I build around it. Relief. “Not good enough, not what you should ...
While I’m on the sisters, is it just me, or does everyone treat Kitty really badly? Personally, I want to say “Huzzah!” to Kitty, and it’s annoying that everyone else — literally everyone else — wants to hold her back. Even you, I think— and, sorry, don’t mean to hit ...
I don’t want to stop grieving. Except when I do. Because, yes, there are times when I wish I didn’t have to grieve at all, when I’m just so tired of feeling this way, whatever “this way” might be. And then another memory warms me, brings a smile, reminding me that griev...