Let’s talk about meal planning. Wait, what? How does that have anything to do with romance? Well, it doesn’t. Except that instead of stopping at the grocery store every night on your way home from work, perusing the aisles for dinner ideas, you could be home reading. Or writing. Or whatever you do. Mainly I
Wow! Romancelandia is coming to my home town! I couldn’t just let this pass unnoticed, especially not when so many writers and reviewers and romance-focused academics are coming here to Washington, DC for a visit. The occasion is the What Is Love? Romance Fiction in the Digital Age conference at the Library of Congress on
When I saw that this month’s TBR Challenge was short stories (category romances included), I knew I had to sign up. See that pile of categories up there? Well, there are stacks more like it. I really love category romances from the 70s, 80s and 90s and I live in a place where I have
Emma Barry is one of my favorite romance writers. And I’m not just saying that because she’s a friend. She’s one of those writers who could write cereal box copy and I’d read it and love it. But add in the romance and politics and Washington, DC settings of the Easy Part series and this
I’m a pretty cerebral romance reader. It’s rare that I read one book by an author that so transports me I can’t write anything intelligent about it, much less two. So when it comes to Alexis Hall’s work, I’m three books in and still struggling to write anything coherent, both because it’s just not how
I’m hereby dubbing 2015 “The Year of Doing Hard Things”. I’m not trained as a chef or a photographer or a book reviewer or a graphic designer or a web developer. I spent most of my career in marketing. Marketing for small organizations is a funny sort of discipline. I ended up teaching myself
A Christmas Gone Perfectly Wrong was eagerly awaited by this avid Cecilia Grant fan. Her Blackshear Family series is one for the few currently publishing Regency romance series I have consistently enjoyed. I love that her characters get into interesting scrapes and yet still feel like historical romance characters, not
Strangely enough, all my family’s Christmas food traditions are Christmas Eve based. I’m from San Francisco originally and Christmas Eve always meant cold Dungeness crab and french onion soup. Christmas Eve was always the best because we would sit around with our next door neighbors and sing carols and eat treats all afternoon. Our neighbors
When I picked up Christmas in The Duke’s Arms, I went into it with trepidation. I expected…well…Dukes. And while I don’t have a problem with Dukes per se, I do have a problem with the sameness of Dukes: powerful guy, lots of wealth and responsibility, inevitably rakish, rarely seen doing any government work or estate
Today’s post has nothing to do with romance. And that picture has nothing to do with this recipe. But this post is all food all the time. I tried out a new recipe from a favorite food blog a couple weeks ago and was quite pleased with the final product, but not with the amount
