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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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I remember when my kitchen table was used for family meals - that seems so long ago. Now that it is only my husband and me, we rarely eat at the table. It just seems so much easier to grab a TV tray, if we aren't eating on the run somewhere. I miss those days of family meals around the table when everyone could catch up on what was going on with the other family members daily lives. It seemed we actually talked more when we ate meals around the table.
Wait til they all start working jobs too! It will only get worse before it gets better.
I love my crockpot too. If you haven't seen it already, I highly recommend the site: http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/. She did a kind of Julie/Julia thing for a year with using her crockpot every day. I've used a lot of her recipes.
I have a feeling I'll feel that way, too, Kameko.
Thanks for the website, Sarah! I'll check it out. Our oldest son worked from April to September, so yeah, I know what you're talking about. I also have to take them to school and pick them up, which is almost an hour round trip, so that doesn't help either.
What wonderful memories. Mealtime. When the people I love most in all the world gathered around a bountiful table in a warm home . . . .
"Mom, he kept his eyes open during prayer!"
"How do you know?"
"Ha, ha, Mom caught you, too!"
"Pass the potatoes and stop fighting."
"Dad, he says he's not going to help with the dishes."
"He will help with the dishes because I said so."
"You should ask her how she did on her math test.
Owwwww! Stop kicking me!"
Well, you get the idea. I loved our Walton moments, but I just had to throw in a little reality. :-)
Our nest is empty. Well, sort of empty. Our son has an apartment in the basement. A sign of the times? About the only time we sit at the table to eat is when said son cooks. He's a gourmet cook. Otherwise, the hubs and I eat in front of TV to eat.
As for dust, I say dust bunnies are an endangered species and need to be left alone to propagate.
LOL Ane! If we didn't have dust allergies in the family, I might be tempted to let them breed.
I feel like I'm running a Denny's around here. Everyone coming and going at all hours. Now that DH is into a routine, the kids and I are having dinner together and he either eats at work or comes home and eats after us. So sad, but in this economy, I guess we do what we have to.
Someone wrote "wash me" in the dust on our dining room table. (not even kidding) I'm glad they missed the thicker layer on the entertainment center. ugh.
My kids do that on the car all the time, Jaime. I cleaned the table before they noticed it had sufficient dust.
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