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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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Be afraid, Colleen! When my mother was your age, she tripped up a curb and shattered both her elbows. Casts sticking straight out in front of her for four months after surgery to put in pins and plates, then months of therapy. Do you think she could wear a bra? No way!! Now, 18 years later, she has a permanently broken arm from another fall (her bones are so bad they will not mend, and she is no longer able to undergo surgery), so she isn't wearing a bra again.
NOT THAT SHE'S WORN ONE IN THE MEANTIME!!! She got so used to the "free" feeling, she never went back. Just about the time I got used to the idea, she stopped wearing panties, too. :)
It's a slippery slope out there!!!!!!
All I can say is that your mom must not be as, um well-endowed, as me. No way could I ever go that route. LOL I look like a total frump. I'm climbing back into my wire casing as soon as possible. LOL
Look at the good side, C. If I went braless, wouldn't make much of a difference. ROFLOL
At times like this, I'd rather be flat chested, K. LOL At least you don't look like a blocky old woman. LOL
C, You are correct. Mom doesn't have much to brag about. We just make sure her blouses have pockets or the fabric is thick enough that you can't tell she's braless. I am sorry for your predicament!
What a bummer, Colleen. So glad you're feeling better, but it sounds like you still have a ways--hope when you look back on it all it's just a blip!
And this reminds me of an episode of Extreme Makeover when the gal told the surgeon she was a "34 long". LOL!!!
(Sorry, couldn't resist)
Colleen,
Why is it that if your well endowed as you say these things happen! I know how you feel I recently got new bras that just about killed my back but to take them off would have been way more embarassing. Oh to be a b cup or even a!
Are you starting to feel better?
Oh, you all crack me up!
LOL.
I came down with shingles (back right shoulder blade, under and down back of right arm, and around the right side on the front)about the same time as you, Colleen. I've been on anti-inflamatories for so many years, though, I think that was a help. Anyway, I finally got into a bra last Sunday--when all I had to do was work the lights in the booth (it came off as soon as we got through the door to home). The 2 Sundays before, I was supposed to be having a book signing at church (I contributed to the One Year Life Verse Devotional so we had a small signing with the profits going to help the building fund).
The first Sunday I thought I was going to die and all I could think of was going home and taking more pain killers--didn't want to take them before I left for fear I'd do or say something really stupid. Not taking them was the stupid part. The second Sunday wasn't so bad. By then everyone knew not to hug me--and I hated that. I'm such a hugger. I wore loose Christmas sweatshirts and didn't move around much--I'm not that endowed but after 4 kids, even flat can get droopy.
Every time I itched or moved wrong or just wanted to curl up and cry from these stupid things, I'd think of you and pray. I'm glad you are doing better. Hang in there, Colleen. Still praying for you.
I think I would be committing some sort of sin if I left the house braless, let alone walked into church without one. I left a C cup behind in high school. I recently went into one of those specialty shops for a fitting, and let's just say if cup sizes were grades, I would have failed miserably. My sisters once put my bra on their heads, claiming it was an Amish prayer bonnet for siamese twins. But do I have a complex? Well, ere, yeah.
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