Thursday, September 29, 2022
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
Greetings Blogger Buds,
How was your weekend and Monday?
Below are the last pictures of our visit to Washington D.C.
Here's the White House:
And the National Mall:
The Vietnam Memorial Wall:
This was very poignant for me. Growing up, I went to school, church and ran around with Danny Kick.Even square danced in his basement. I don't think he was much over twenty-one, if that, when he died.I'm so sorry Danny was on that wall and so relieved I didn't know anyone else.
Thank you, Danny, for your service and your many kindnesses. Wishing you peace and happiness.
Our trip home was wall to wall cars most of the way.
AND that's the end of the D.C. trip. On totally different topics:
Has anyone ever seen one of these before or know what it is?
I leave you with roses.
AND last but not least:
Got flowers? Strange insects? Do anything fun over the weekend? Thanks so much for stopping by.
Friday, September 23, 2022
By Deniz Bevan
Beauty to his Beast…
Lyne Vanlith, an archaeologist who seeks a logical explanation to any mystery, discovers an ancient Druidic curse on her first dig. When the signs foretold by the curse descend on her, Lyne can’t find a reasonable interpretation.
And that’s even before a Beast rescues her from a monstrous sea-creature. She drops a grateful kiss on the snout of the Beast, who transforms into a man, Frederick Cunnick, Baron of Lansladron. Lyne is meant to be Beauty to his Beast—and break the curse forever.
Now both spellkeeper and monster are targeting Lyne. She must take up her legendary role, to defeat the curse and save Frederick—and herself. Instead of logic, for the first time, Lyne must trust her heart.
Fantasy – Romance / Paranormal / Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology
Print ISBN 9781939844866 / EBook ISBN 9781939844873
A firm believer in burning the candle at both ends, Deniz Bevan is generally writing a new novel while editing another and blogging about her reading and research adventures. Other days, she tries to stay off the web altogether, as she delves into the history, mystery, and romance of her characters’ lives.
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Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59360035-druid-s-moon
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Greetings Blogger Buds,
How was your weekend and Monday? Hope both were good.
This is the last of the pictures from the Museum of Natural History.
We've had an extremely dry summer then a couple of weeks ago it started, raining...and raining...and raining. And after all that rain it's dry as a bone again. The rain seemed to bring out the butterflies.
I don't know what the orange one is. Do you?
This was from a twenty-four hour period minus about half an inch from the day before.
What about you blogger buds, got rain? Butterflies? Been to any museums lately?
The indomitable teller of tales, memoir writer and honorary cousin, J. Q. Rose is helping me get the word out today on Geller's Find. Thanks, Janet.
Monday, September 12, 2022
It’s summer break and Dr. Luke Geller, history prof and part-time archeologist, is in Nevada looking for potsherds. What he discovers is an antique rifle and a portal in time.
“Yes, Mom, I’m going digging.”
Dr. Luke Geller’s eyebrows shot up at the agitated squawking on the other end of the phone. “I wouldn’t call looking for potsherds from the Freemont Indians playing in the dirt. And yes, ma’am. I’m going to be gone for the summer.” Wincing at the shrill tones coming through loud and clear, he took it off speaker.
Cell phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, Luke tossed a dingy walking sock into a worn, oversized duffle. He grabbed a leather medicine bag, a gift from a grateful shaman upon the return of tribal artifacts he’d discovered in central Texas, pulled the phone away from his ear and lifted the small pouch over his head, yanking out a couple of hairs that got tangled in the rawhide drawstring in the process.
Then he pushed a twelve-inch curved throwing stick into a belt loop. The stick would have to go into the duffle and the duffle checked in when he got to the airport. The throwing stick wasn’t as lethal as a gun, but it could certainly disarm an assailant.
Still missing a sock, he stuck his head under the bed. The culprit lay just out of reach, next to a dust bunny. He flopped on his belly then stretched out fingers till he grasped it.
He bit back a curse as he hit his head on the edge of the bed, crawling back out.
“How will I get hold of you?” his mother all but wailed. “Half the time you don’t have any bars when you are out in the middle of nowhere.”
“If you need anything, and can’t reach me, call Dickie.” Rubbing his head at the spot that had made contact with the edge of the bed. He loved his ditzy mother. His pompous, banker brother, not so much.
“But I’ll never see you,” she wailed again.
“Mom. I’m in Philly. You’re in Miami. We don’t see each other very much now.”
“And whose fault is that?”
Here we go. “Mine. All mine.”
“Don’t say it, Mom.”
“Would be more than happy to give you a nice job at the bank here in Florida.”
She said it.
“Where are you going again?”
“That’s rather vague.”
“Nevada. Maybe Utah and Wyoming.”
“For three months?”
“Just under. I’ll need to be back August 1 to prep for classes.”
“Well, I hope you find some nice rocks for your little artifacts room.”
The tenured history professor, and sometimes archeologist, of the small prestigious Fenning College blinked to hear one of the finest Native-American artifacts collection in the country referred to as little rocks.
“Uh. Yeah, Mom.”
A horn blared.
“Got to go. My ride’s here. If you need anything call Darling Dickie.”
“Luke, that’s no way to refer to your brother.”
“Love ya, Mom. Bye.” He disconnected, tossed on a backpack, threw his well-worn duffle over his shoulder and galloped down the narrow stairs to the first floor of the brownstone he lived in. He took one look around a living room crammed with artifacts and books, shut the door behind him and loped to his ride.
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Sandra, who also writes as S. Cox, is a vegetarian, animal lover and avid gardener. She lives with her husband, their dog and cats in sunny North Carolina.
An award-winning author, her stories consist of all things Western and more.
She spent a number of years in the Midwest chasing down good Southern BBQ. By the time she moved to North Carolina where Southern BBQ is practically a staple, she’d become a vegetarian.
Pineapple is a must-have on pizza, along with black olives and onions.
She loves pumpkin waffles. Pumpkin cream cheese, not so much.
Doctor Luke Geller is a full-time history professor and part-time archeologist.
His specialty is Native American artifacts.
Instead of a gun, he carries a Hopi throwing stick.
He likes cats, horses with a sense of humor and women who aren’t looking for a commitment.
Helping me get the word out this week
Today-Monday the 12th
The Prehistoric Queen, Jacqui Murray, author of Natural Selection, a must read for prehistory buffs, has posted a review of Geller's Find at her blog https://worddreams.wordpress.com that I haven't yet seen so I'll be hustling over there to read it myself.
I'm posting Wish I Knew Now, What I Knew Then (formerly published at Smorgasbord Blog Magazine) at the lovely and talented Diane Wolfe's blog, author and publisher of Dancing Lemur Press.
Tuesday the 13th
Wednesday the 14th
I'll be at USA Today Bestselling Author Jacquie Biggar's, author of Letting Go/The Defiant Sisters Book 1.
Friday the 16th
Last but not least this week I'm at Cowboy Kisses.
AND last but not least: