I’m about to launch a book–A Most Affectionate Mother–and it’s your fault! Ths was supposed to be just a little short story for September, just four shots and moving on. But in true “If you give a mouse a cookie” fashion, you gave and author a comment and it was enough to set a whirlwind …
Tea with Mrs. Johnstone proves a mite … unusual. Part 7 The next several days provided conversation, the likes of which she had never had, frankly, never even imagined. While she and Mr. Johnstone disagreed not infrequently, sometimes quite widely, he always listened politely, argued intelligently, and conceded defeat as often as she did. He …
“I think your opinion very worthwhile, and to be entirely honest, I am apt to agree both with you and the author of that particular essay.”–Some interesting conversation seems to be on tap today… Part 6 As usual, Mary rose just after sunrise. The rose colored beams streaming through her window would normally have elicited …
What is a dinner party without a little matchmaking on the side? Part 5 “I must say, that is very odd, very odd indeed.” Mama pranced around the parlor in a little circle, wings flapping, feathers fluffing. The sun was beginning its nightly descent, so she cast long shadows across the faded carpet. She was …
Darcy and Elizabeth alone – That is my favorite story to write. Get rid of all the noise created by the secondary characters so that I can have a closer look at our favorite couple. In The Carriage Ride, Darcy and Lizzy meet by chance at The Bell, the coaching inn at Bromley (recommended by …
Maria Lucas speaks her mind with a most surprising observation. Part 4 For the next four days, Mr. Johnstone appeared like clockwork, at half past eleven every morning, exactly the time she was most likely to quit from her studies and turn to other pursuits. Some days, just to be contrary, she lingered another quarter …
The unmitigated gall! He didn’t just do that, did he? Part 3 Three days later, Mary sat in the parlor, The Moral Miscellany open in a sunbeam on the table before her, and a sheet of paper crosswritten before her. Her handwriting was not nearly as pretty as Jane’s or as legible as Lizzy’s, but …
It’s been an anxiety-provoking time in the Real World lately, so I thought it was time for a little happy escapism. Fortunately, I had just the thing. Years ago, I was challenged to write a story with no angst, no antagonist, no misfortunes or misunderstandings, no interfering relations or embarrassing scenes. Nothing bad happens to the …
Time for some relief from all the angst and bad news in the real world. Grab a cup of tea and enjoy the luxury of a little ‘what-if’ April 9, 1812 Darcy stalked from the parsonage in such haste the housekeeper barely opened the front door in time. The spleen of that woman! The unmitigated …
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