No running water, no inside plumbing, no way to run to the store for bread, meat, or butter. The name of the game was survival. In our current world, it’s hard to conceive of what it’s like to feed a lot of mouths when you have empty pockets and no...
Right off the bat, I need to let you know that I haven’t conducted a Gallup Poll about who does and doesn’t read romance novels. I’m not basing my opinion on any audience measurement, or public-opinion tallies or anything else quite so snooty-wooty. My theory evolved...
1939… The year my mom first tasted a MAID-RITE hamburger. She and a few of her girlfriends were coming home from their swimming lesson at the YMCA in Muscatine, Iowa. Enticing aromas teased the girls’ noses as they passed a walk-up window...
It’s like this – the gander that was flapping my face, back and legs . . . . . . while simultaneously biting blood blisters on my little three-year-old derriere didn’t know he was contributing to my future confidence factor. Being left alone in trees by older cousins...
