Wednesday, July 1, 2015

My neighbors have driven me buggy


Sometimes I think Mr. L and I might drink a wee too much.  I mean, he was making us a second drink the other night and looked out the front door (in our quiet suburban neighborhood) and did a double take.  Wouldn't you?


Yes, suddenly there's an Amish buggy living next door.  Mind you, Mr. L and I aren't adverse to a little kitsch ourselves.


But a buggy?

I suppose buggies and flamingos CAN live in harmony.


Anything odd going on in your neck of the woods?

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Pour yourself a cuppa on Teacup Tuesday

Isn't this little teacup adorable.  Unfortunately, I don't know the name of the pattern (do you?).

Monday, June 22, 2015

Trying to find the new normal

If you've been reading the Cozy Chicks blog on a regular basis, you know that Maggie recently lost her mother.  Well, now so have I.

Maggie's Mom was in relatively good health until recently. So was my mother, except she'd been living under a death sentence since August, with the oncologist (a particularly unpleasant woman) telling her in September that she had six months to live.  My mother took the news with grace. She said, "I've had a wonderful life and I feel very lucky." She never cried. She never felt sorry for herself, and she rarely even mentioned when she was in pain.

So, we made the best of the time she had left. We spent time at our family cottage (until it got too cold). We went out to lunch and had toasts. She made her famous bread stuffing and creamed onions for Thanksgiving, and again for Christmas. She was happy. She had the greatest attitude.

I wish I could say I felt the same way. I woke up every day with dread. When will I lose my mother?

Mum did well until mid-February when she started saying, "I don't feel right." The cancer was beginning to spread, but we went out to lunch one last time and she ate her entire fish fry. I think that was the last decent meal she ate.  Soon after, she had to deal with nausea that wouldn't go away. Those in charge of her care kept insisting my mother use over-the-counter meds. They didn't help. She started losing weight. She lost twenty pounds in about three weeks because even the thought of food made her nauseous.

I did everything I could to find something she could eat.  I even learned to make the perfect poached egg Julia Child style. (Although it was actually a Gordon Ramsey video on YouTube that make that possible.)

Then she entered hospice care.  A nurse came to visit her twice a week. Things didn't get better. The nurse had no better luck at getting someone to treat Mom's increasing pain and the nausea.  I had to throw a temper tantrum to get SOMEBODY to listen, and my mother was finally put on a different medication that made a world of difference.  But by then she'd lost the will to eat.

Mom started feeling weaker, so my brother and I asked her to abandon her cane and use my Dad's old walker if she was alone in the house. A week later, we hired home health aids to stay with her at night, while my brother and I kept after the social worker about finding a bed in a hospice home.  Ten days later, Mum was invited to go to Mt. Carmel House.  A place to die.
The day I drove her away from her home of 15 years for the last time, she never even looked back.

For me, it meant I no longer had to run down the road four or five times a day to make sure she was okay. That she was eating, that she took her meds. To put on and take off her compression stockings. I was pretty frazzled, but then suddenly -- she wasn't in my care anymore. Though I went to visit her twice a day (put a lot of miles on my car and listened to a bunch of audiobooks on the way to and from the home), it was very stressful ... because once she went to Mt. Carmel, she gave up. Every day she slipped away a little more. Every day I left Mt. Carmel in tears. 

Mum stayed at Mt. Carmel for six weeks. Six weeks where I felt helpless and like I'd failed her.  Our last real conversation happened about ten days before she passed.  In her own way, she knew if she didn't say what she needed to say, I would never hear it. It was difficult for her, but she told me she loved me. She told me she was proud of me.  She told me she wanted me to have a lot more success in my career.


The nurses gave her exceptional care. I know how my Dad suffered in the hospital and the nursing home. The care he received was adequate (by their terms, not mine). The nurses and volunteers at Mt. Carmel were absolutely selfless. If there was anything my mother wanted (such as Bird's Custard), someone jumped in the car, went to the grocery store, and bought it. She wanted lemonade? They made her lemonade.

Mum passed away last Saturday evening, nine months and three days after the oncologist gave her six months to live. She used to joke that she didn't know if she should die sooner or hang on much longer just to thwart that woman who couldn't seem to muster an ounce of compassion.  (Believe me, she will die horribly in one of my future books.)

Mum asked me not to talk about her publicly until she was gone. She didn't want her Facebook friends to feel sorry for her, as a bunch of them were also my readers. That was the kind of person she was. She never wanted to stand in the limelight, but she supported me in everything I ever wanted to do.
But my Mum was a superstar to me. She and my Dad both were. My mother could sew. She made a lot of her own clothes when she lived in England, and when I was a little girl, she made a lot of mine, too. She once worked in a tailor shop and learned a lot. She made beautiful quilts, like this one I gave to Mt. Carmel so that other people would know that Valerie "Pat" Bartlett was an extremely talented needlewoman. She like to hand- and machine knit and made some beautiful sweaters. (For more than forty years, she hand-knitted all my Dad's socks.)
Mum was a great cook.  Her prime rib dinners were the stuff of legend. The only thing that eluded her was baking cookies. For some reason, hers never came out all that good -- but who cared, because everything else was great.

My Mum also had two green thumbs.  She was a great gardener. She could grow anything. She and Dad were organic gardeners long before organic became mainstream. Her orchids bloomed again and again. She kept African violets for years and they bloomed and bloomed and bloomed, too.


My Mum gave me the wonderful gift of a love of reading. She introduced me to mysteries (well, romantic suspense) when I was 11 or 12.  I was bored one summer day and she thrust a Readers Digest Condensed book in my hand and said, "Read this."  It was Ammie Come Home by Barbara Michaels.  I loved it so much, she bought me the hardcover (unabridged) edition (and probably another eight or ten of Ms. Michaels books--in hardcover!).  I'm a writer today, because I came from a house where reading was encouraged. We took both newspapers, Time and Newsweek (and a bunch of other) magazines, and our house was filled with books. When I brought Mr. L home to meet the parents, he knew he was going to like them because there were so many books on their shelves.

Not many people I know would have wanted to take a vacation, let alone 10-15 vacations, with their parents.  But I did.  Mr. L and I traveled with my parents to England (Scotland and Wales) twice; Italy, Canada (several times), Washington, Williamsburg, San Francisco, Lancaster PA, Bar Harbor, Portland, Boston ... I can't remember them all right now, but we kept going with my Mum and Dad because they knew how to travel.  We always had a great time.  Mr. L did not have a happy relationship with the in-laws from his first marriage.  He considered my Mum and Dad to be his best friends. (How lucky is that for a daughter?)

My Mum was almost 80 when she got her first computer. She loved to play Mahjong and do jigsaw puzzles online. She checked her email a couple of times a day, and she loved to read about what family and friends and her favorite authors were doing on Facebook.  (The last book she read was Duffy's Demise in Denim. She told me, "That Bruce Willis is always up to something!")
I have many, many happy memories of my mother. Like this picture that I took last summer at our family's summer cottage during a "girls only" weekend. Look at that smile. That's how I want to remember my Mum.
But right now I'm hurting. Like Maggie, I haven't been able to do much writing for the past couple of months. Back in January, I started a piece that came out earlier this week. Thinking about death so much, I knew the only way I could get through what was to come was to write about it. I turned to Jeff Resnick to channel my upcoming grief.  I literally wrote that story one paragraph at a time.  One day I might write 100 words, the next I might write only 25.  I kept going and tried to work on other projects, but as my Mum weakened, it was all I could do to get through the day.  (Thank goodness I have the most compassionate and the best editor on the planet.)

As Maggie blogged earlier this week, she's trying to adjust to the new normal without her mother.  Me, too. Like Maggie, I'm trying to find some structure, a new routine. It's still too new and raw, but I'm hoping that I can find that new normal and adjust. Time is my best ally right now. I need to get back to writing. It's what keeps me going. What keeps me sane. Tricia and Angelica are waiting. So are Katie, Tori and Kathy, and Amanda.

Mr. L (and Leann and Ellery) keep telling me to stop beating myself up, and it was actually Mr. L that said something that really resonated. "No matter what you or anyone else did, the outcome was going to be the same." And I can hear my Mum telling me, "Oh, Lorraine--please don't cry."  (But I still can't help it.)

I'm not the only person who ever lost her Mum, and many people left lovely condolences on Facebook that made me cry and made me smile. The ones I like best were the shared memories of their mothers.

Do you have a memory of your mother you'd like to share?  If so, please leave a comment.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Think--don't yank that plug!


And so we had a bit of toaster mishap recently.

Okay, not WE -- I had a bit of a toaster mishap recently.  I usually have green (*shudder*) juice for breakfast, but yesterday I was in a hurry.  (Green juice takes between 15-20 minutes to make.  A nuked egg and a slice of toast takes about two minutes.)

I have an elderly toaster. I don't consider a 58 old for a person, but let's face it, it's old for a toaster.  I bought my toaster in West LA more than 30 years ago and it has been a trusted friend ever since.  How do I know the toaster is 58 years old? Because the first owner wrote the date they bought it on the bottom. It's a Sunbeam, and isn't it a beauty?

Of course, like the rest of us--it's had it's little problems. The cord has been replaced, and the plug has been replaced more than once.  In fact, the current plug is REALLY snug in the wall socket.  It takes quiet a bit of tugging to get it out.

Okay, so I was in a hurry. The last slice of bread in the bag was a little bent, but what the heck--I put it in the first slot. You'll notice there no little lever. Nope, my Sunbeam has a little thingy INSIDE the toaster that senses toast and gently takes it down into the depths to bask in the heat of the glowing elements. After 58 years, my toaster is a little temperamental. You kinda have to watch it.  But I was nuking my egg,and kind of forgot. Next thing I know, the kitchen is filling with smoke from my charred toast.  So ... I yanked the plug. Only ... the plug stayed in the socked, and I held the cord in my hand.

Mr. L was not a happy camper. (He's the one who gets to fix the Sunbeam when I have a faux pas.)

I was out most of the day and came home to find this sign over the wall socket.


Yeah. I want toast.

What hoops do you have to jump through to get toast?

Thursday, June 18, 2015

With Baited Breath is now an audiobook!

I'm so pleased to announce that With Baited Breath is now available as an audiobook.  It took about three months for me to find the right narrator, but Heather Masters did a wonderful job.  I'm particularly fond of the way she voiced Anissa and Kathy.  She nailed them perfectly.

Here's the description:

With-baited-breath200Tori Cannon and her grandfather return from her grandma’s funeral to find a body jammed in one of their derelict motel units. The victim had no enemies except for maybe the rich woman who wants to level his eyesore of a home, a resentful daughter, and friends who were anything but. Tori’s BFF, Kathy, arrives to help spruce up the place and they are soon mixed up in the deadly consequences that murder entails. Can they save the business and find a murderer or will they, too, sleep with the fishes?


Audible US  |  Audible UK

Amazon US  |  Amazon UK

iTunes

The book is also available as a trade paperback and all ebook formats.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Jeff Resnick seeks closure ...

Jeff Resnick needs one thing to help him move on with his life ...

It's a terrible thing to have to face death. That's what I've been doing for the past nine months since my mother was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. She lost her fight this past weekend, but she was feisty right to the end. Given six months, she snubbed her nose at the oncologist and lived an extra three months and three days. I told her, "You go, girl!"

I know from past experience how grief can take a toll, and maybe that's why I wrote Eyewitness during this terrible time of uncertainty. Jeff Resnick never really recovered from the loss of his wife, Shelley.  She left him. She stole from him. She did everything she could to ensure that he would hate her forever. And yet ...there's only one way Jeff can find closure.  He has to find the man who killed Shelley Resnick.

If you're a Jeff fan, I hope you'll give Eyewitness a chance.

Amazon US | Amazon Worldwide
Nook | Kobo  | coming soon to iBooks


Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Hot off the presses!

I love the first Tuesday of the month because that means ... new books are available (at least from my publisher).  And this month I've got a new one out, too!

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A Fatal Chapter

Booktown Mystery #9
While out walking Sarge, her sister’s Bichon frise, Tricia is led by the agitated dog to a man lying in a gazebo. She’s startled when she recognizes Pete Renquist, the president of the Stoneham Historical Society, who appears to be suffering from cardiac arrest. When Pete later dies in the hospital, the discovery of a suspicious bruise and a puncture mark on his arm suggests he may have been murdered.  Haunted by Pete’s enigmatic last words to her, Tricia begins to consider who had a motive to kill her friend. Did Pete take his flirting too far, only to have a jealous husband teach him a lesson? Or did he discover something in the town’s historical records that his killer wanted kept secret? Tricia is determined to get to the bottom of things before someone else becomes history…

Available:
Hardcover:  Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Books A Million | Chapters | Book Depository
ebook:  Kindle | Kindle Worldwide | iBooks | Kobo | Nook
Audio:  Audible | Amazon | iTunes | Tantor Media (as CDs)

Also out today, from my Cozy Chicks blog sister Maggie Sefton:

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Purl Up And Die
Lucky #13 in the Kelly Flynn Knitting Mystery series

Kelly Flynn’s summer in Fort Connor, Colorado, is off to a great start with romantic celebrations with her boyfriend, Steve, and enjoyable—albeit challenging—knitting classes taught by her friend Barb at the House of Lambspun. But while Barb’s advanced stitches are giving Kelly the slip, a more deadly problem soon has her friend coming apart at the seams.  A young woman has accused Barb’s son, Tommy—a young doctor doing his residency—of assaulting her. The yarns spun by the local rumor mill are bad enough, but when the young woman is found dead in her ransacked apartment, Tommy becomes the number one suspect.  The police are ready to close the case, but Kelly is convinced that there are a few more likely suspects. Now she has to knit together the clues herself to uncover a killer who doesn’t seem to drop a stitch...

Available in:
Hardcover: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
eBook:  Kindle | Nook | iBooks | Kobo

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Teacup Tuesday: Positively Paisley

I am a sucker for chintz-patterned china. Today's pattern is Shelley's "Paisley Gilt Chintz." Wouldn't you just love to have a nice cuppa tea from this cup?

Shelley Paisley Gilt chintz Teacup Tuesday

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Teacup Tuesday. And today's cup is ...

In my newsletter last week, I asked readers to share their favorite teacup patterns. This one is "Dainty Blue" by Shelley, and is collected by Suzanne V. of Mission Viejo, CA. Isn't' it lovely?

Teacup Tuesday(1)

Monday, May 11, 2015

Victoria Square Returns!

MOVING FROM THE BACK BURNER TO THE

Like the picture says, Victoria Square is moving from the back burner to the front.

The series has been languishing while I've turned my attention to other things ... like writing The Booktown Mysteries, the Jeff Resnick Mysteries, the Lotus Bay Mysteries, and the Tales of Telenia adventure-fantasy series ... but readers have been begging for more Victoria Square and I'm happy to finally be able to oblige.

Cozy mystery author Laurie Cass and I will be collaborating on the series.  The next book is already in the works, and should be finished by year-end. Now we're waiting to hear when the series will be put back on the publishing schedule.  We're anticipating 2017 -- but have no fear, we'll let you know if it will be any sooner.

Laurie and I have been friends for years and we're excited to begin this journey together. Check out Laurie's website and if you haven't already read her wonderful Bookmobile Cat Mysteries, I hope you'll give them a try.

Claw_foot_bathtub5BTW, this is my inspiration picture for the next book, which I've tentatively called Dead, Bath, and Beyond.  (But don't count on that being the actual title.)

Monday, May 4, 2015

Coming Soon: A New Jeff Resnick Mystery ...

Eyewitness cover-smIt’s been two years since the mugging that nearly killed him, and Jeff Resnick is finally putting his life back together. But his sense of peace is shattered when the detective investigating his wife’s murder calls to update him on the cold case. Jeff wonders if his sixth sense can help him find the man who killed Shelley Resnick--and what will he do if he does?

Pre-order from ...

Kindle  | Kindle Worldwide

Kobo  |  iBooks

Nook



Friday, May 1, 2015

Available in paperback on Tuesday!

Angelica wants to impress the new manager of NRA Realty --but does she HAVE to have her tea party at Tricia's store? (That would be a big YES!)

Join T n A for tea

COMING TO PAPERBACK ON TUESDAY MAY 5th! (And the ebook price drops that day, too!)

Books A Million:  http://bit.ly/1ECQlTI
Indie Bookstores:  http://bit.ly/1LEBQFC
Chapters:  http://bit.ly/1LEC1Rc
Book Depository:  http://bit.ly/1DI2gly
Watch the Video:  http://youtu.be/b9Tmrlqum0g

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Once again ... Teacup Tuesday

Back by popular demand.  (Okay, a few people on Facebook requested it.)

I love this pattern. I first saw it at the Prince of Wales Hotel in Niagara-On-The-Lake (Ontario, Canada) where Mr. L and I have had afternoon tea many times.

Teacup Tuesday

Monday, April 27, 2015

Not entirely welcome ...

Mr. and Mrs. Duck came calling this afternoon. They aren't really welcome around our pool because ... let's just say they aren't very tidy.  This time we scared them away just by taking pictures.

Mr n Mrs duck

I grabbed one more shot as they flew away.

Fly away

Monday, April 13, 2015

Birthday Pie!

Today is Mr. L's birthday.  He's not into cake, so I baked him a lemon meringue pie.

This was the first time I got to use my new pie weights.  What fun!

Pie weights

I should take more pictures of the "work-in-progress."

Here's the final result.

Lemon meringue pie

Happy Birthday, Mr. L!