It Happens In A Book

 It's been over two weeks since I posted part 6, but I was all caught up on what I had written and didn't take any time to write more. But this week I got on it and finished typing out what I had (because pen and paper is where it's at 😀). Anyway, here is the beginning of chapter three!  “What do you think?” Tara stood over my shoulder, tousling my freshly shampooed hair.  I didn’t know what to think. I hardly recognized myself. My once long, blonde locks were now clipped to just barely touch my shoulder. Tara’s maid slowly demonstrated the proper ways to style my new hairdo and the techniques of putting on makeup until I felt I could redo the look on my own. “I… I look so different.”  “You look absolutely gorgeous, that’s what. I wish my hair were as curl-able as yours. I can hardly do anything with this.” She pulled on one of the naturally tight, red curls that framed her cheeks. “What are you talking about? Your hair is lovely.”  “Agree to disagree. Come on,...

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas/New Year's! I know I did :) Here is another part of Always and Forever. Since it has been a while, if you want to review the last section of the story, I tagged them all under "Always and Forever" on the left sidebar. Enjoy :)  Before he could make a reply, John pulled the car up to the back entrance which was usually reserved for the staff although Henry preferred it to the impressive, overbearing front entrance. Henry burst from the car, leaving his luggage for John, and hurried up the back steps. A blast of humid air made his hair immediately stick to his forehead. Betsy, the dear old cook, was hovering over a large pot on the elaborate cook-stove.  “Still slaving away over your famous stew, I see, miss Betsy.”  The large, colored lady turned with a startled expression, the soup ladle still in her grasp. “Why, master Henry. I didn’t know you were expected home anytime soon.” A laugh bubbled from his chest. “I was hoping to surpr...

 Chapter Two Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore, MD May 1938 Henry Cochran ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Medical school sure was exhausting. Of course, it probably wouldn’t have been so bad if he had actually wanted to be there. He grabbed his clothes from the wardrobe, hangers and all, and stuffed them into his suitcase. His roommates, Jack and Charlie, burst into the dorm room, laughing. “And the professor’s face was hysterical.” Jack fell onto his bunk bed in hysteria himself.  “Oh, hey Hank.” Charlie sobered up when he saw him packing. Henry had a reputation for being a no-nonsense, take everything serious kind of guy. If only they really knew him… “Do you have plans for summer break?” Before he could answer, Jack jumped in. “First, I’m goin’ home to my girl for a while.” A mischievous spark lit his eyes. “Then I start rounds at Mercy Hospital here in Baltimore.” “I’m just going home.” “What? Why didn’t you sign up for any rounds, Hank? I heard there was an open...

I hope you all had a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving! I know I did!! My family went down to The Wilds Christian camp in North Carolina to visit my brother, who works there. It was amazing! We hiked through the mountains, saw waterfalls, played games, and the list goes on :) Comment below some of the fun things you did on Thanksgiving! Now to the story... My inner dancer took hold of me and I couldn’t resist the desire that suddenly filled me. I peered back into the entryway and, when no one was spotted, I bent down to take off my shoes. Leaving my bag and shoes beside the door, I made my way to the center of the room. And then my body took over. Reality disappeared as I twisted and spun to the dance routine my mom had taught me. Each twirl took me back to the blessed yesteryears.  “Keep your head high. Point your toes a little more.” I could hear my mother directing me like she was still beside me. “That’s it, my girl. You got it!” I smiled to myself, almost believing that this wasn’t a dre...

Here is the third installment of the book I am working on, Always and Forever. Again, if you want to remember what was happening last or if you missed the first two parts, you can find each piece of the story under the label Always and Forever in the left sidebar.   Instead, I focused my attention on a rack of modest business suits. Simple, with no frills, they’d get the job done without spending too much. “I like this one.” I motioned for Tara, who was distracted by the section of shoes, to come over. “What do you think?” “It looks very… sensible.” Her tone claimed that was a bad thing. “Good, because that’s what I wanted.” I picked out a light gray one. “Are you ready to go?” “That can’t be it. You need more than one suit of clothes.” Tara was flabbergasted.  “Why? I can only wear one at a time.” “But-” she sighed. “If you don’t pick out at least two more, I’ll do it for you.” I complied after that threat-like statement and found a navy blue skirt-blouse combo and a pea...

  The Love Note by Joanna Davidson Politano      Focused on a career in medicine and not on romance, Willa Duvall is thrown slightly off course during the summer of 1865 when she discovers a never-opened love letter in a crack of her old writing desk. Compelled to find the passionate soul who penned it and the person who never received it, she takes a job as a nurse at the seaside estate of Crestwicke Manor.      Everyone at Crestwicke has feelings--mostly negative ones--about the man who wrote the letter, but he seems to have disappeared. With plenty of enticing clues but few answers, Willa's search becomes even more complicated when she misplaces the letter and it passes from person to person in the house, each finding a thrilling or disheartening message in its words.  So while I didn't find any "special" place to read this week besides the living room couch, I was able to finish this amazing book. If I were to rate this book out of five stars,...

Here's another part of Always and Forever! If you want to re-read last week's section, I labeled it under "Always and Forever," where you can find all of my story posts on the left sidebar. Now to the story... :) I wandered around the kitchen until I knew the general location of what I would need, then found my way back to the front. “Feel good back there?” “Yes, ma’am.” I smiled. “We open in five minutes.” Leanne leaned her back against the long front counter. Her long black hair fell in braids over her shoulder but loose wisps of hair clung to her tight jawline. The girl, maybe mid-twenties, was sturdy, to say the least. Her height was shocking for a girl, but she made up for it in the gentle curves that rounded out her edges. She was not fat or pudgy, not at all. Simply big-boned and well built. But her smile was warm and welcoming. “So where ya from, Cassidy? Can I call you Cassie?” “Of course. I’ve lived here in New York all my life. It's the only home I know...