Saturday, June 30, 2012
Waldo Canyon Fire
This time lapse explains what I have been pre-occupied with the past week, as my home is in the pre-evacuation area, NW of the US Air Force Academy. The fire is now 25% contained, but still a threat to our area. 347 homes have been destroyed, and two lives lost thus far. Firefighters are the best kind of hero. Bless them all.
~Deb and family
Friday, June 1, 2012
New "Buy" Page
I've joined the great group at Backlist Ebooks to make it easier to find the digital copies of my reissues from one location. More information will be forthcoming, but you can find the books already released from there now. I'll be releasing more books throughout the year.
Happy reading!
~Deb Stover
Your path to another world....
Happy reading!
~Deb Stover
Your path to another world....
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Circle of Life
Every May 14th, I prepare for a big sulk. All my friends and family prepare, too. They either send me hugs or run and hide. :) Seriously, it's the anniversary of my husband's death from cancer in 2005, which was a very traumatic experience for our family.
I have now realized that he or Fate or some higher power has determined that I shall not be allowed to sulk any longer. That's probably a Good Thing. Last year on May 14th, my beautiful niece married her Prince Charming. It was a wonderful wedding.
This year, my second granddaughter, Eliza Judith Carr, came into this world just before dawn on May 14th. She's perfect and beautiful and a shining tribute to her grandfather's memory.
So now instead of sulking on May 14th, I will be celebrating my granddaughter's birthday. I'm confident her Grandpa is somewhere giving her a big thumbs-up. :)
Welcome to the family.
Love,
Grandma Deb
I have now realized that he or Fate or some higher power has determined that I shall not be allowed to sulk any longer. That's probably a Good Thing. Last year on May 14th, my beautiful niece married her Prince Charming. It was a wonderful wedding.
This year, my second granddaughter, Eliza Judith Carr, came into this world just before dawn on May 14th. She's perfect and beautiful and a shining tribute to her grandfather's memory.
So now instead of sulking on May 14th, I will be celebrating my granddaughter's birthday. I'm confident her Grandpa is somewhere giving her a big thumbs-up. :)
Love,
Grandma Deb
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Easter Memory
My late husband, Dave, and I purchased a house in a rural subdivision called Woodmoor, adjacent to Monument, Colorado in 1995--the same year my first novel (SHADES OF ROSE) was released. It used to always snow on Easter here in the days before Climate Change. Typically, March and April are our snowiest months, but not this year! That's another topic for another post....
This would have been Easter 1996. Our son, Ben, was 6, Bonnie 9, and Barbi 13-14. As usual, it snowed (a lot) on Easter Sunday. Dave loved to hide the eggs, and we had 1.25 acres of old growth pine forest. I reminded him to leave some of them out in places easy for Bonnie to find. Even though older than Ben, she was smaller and has Down Syndrome. As it turned out, he didn't have to that year. :)
Because the snow was deep and still falling, we left the baskets inside and gave the kids plastic grocery bags to use for their hunt. I don't recall Barbi participating. I think she already considered herself "too old" for such activity, but not for the chocolate bunny, of course. We had no idea that young Ben's bag had a hole in the corner just big enough for those real and plastic eggs filled with goodies to slip right through....
In typical fashion, he darted around our wooded lot from tree to tree, finding all the loot in record time. Bonnie plodded along in her pink snow suit behind her brother, bending over every few steps and picking up what fell through the hole in his bag. Each time she did, she said, "Thank you, Ben." I'm sure she repeated this motion and statement at least twenty times before they finished. When both children came to us with their bags, Bonnie's was full and Ben's had one little egg that hadn't slipped through the hole. He looked devastated. We showed him the hole and Bonnie said, "Thank you, Ben" again. Then she gave him the bag after removing one plastic egg.
I really wish I had a video of this Easter morning--especially of their dad laughing so hard there were tears streaming down his face. We were all laughing, of course, except Ben and Bonnie. Both these children have hearts of gold, just like their dad. They shared the candy, and all was well.
Have a wonderful day, however you spend it. I hope you share it with someone you love. Ben and Bonnie are both here with me to have dinner. And even at 25, Bonnie hasn't outgrown the joy of dying Easter eggs, though now I devil them instead of hiding them. :) Look whose name she put on one of those eggs....
Happy reading.
Love,
Deb
This would have been Easter 1996. Our son, Ben, was 6, Bonnie 9, and Barbi 13-14. As usual, it snowed (a lot) on Easter Sunday. Dave loved to hide the eggs, and we had 1.25 acres of old growth pine forest. I reminded him to leave some of them out in places easy for Bonnie to find. Even though older than Ben, she was smaller and has Down Syndrome. As it turned out, he didn't have to that year. :)
Because the snow was deep and still falling, we left the baskets inside and gave the kids plastic grocery bags to use for their hunt. I don't recall Barbi participating. I think she already considered herself "too old" for such activity, but not for the chocolate bunny, of course. We had no idea that young Ben's bag had a hole in the corner just big enough for those real and plastic eggs filled with goodies to slip right through....
In typical fashion, he darted around our wooded lot from tree to tree, finding all the loot in record time. Bonnie plodded along in her pink snow suit behind her brother, bending over every few steps and picking up what fell through the hole in his bag. Each time she did, she said, "Thank you, Ben." I'm sure she repeated this motion and statement at least twenty times before they finished. When both children came to us with their bags, Bonnie's was full and Ben's had one little egg that hadn't slipped through the hole. He looked devastated. We showed him the hole and Bonnie said, "Thank you, Ben" again. Then she gave him the bag after removing one plastic egg.
I really wish I had a video of this Easter morning--especially of their dad laughing so hard there were tears streaming down his face. We were all laughing, of course, except Ben and Bonnie. Both these children have hearts of gold, just like their dad. They shared the candy, and all was well.
Have a wonderful day, however you spend it. I hope you share it with someone you love. Ben and Bonnie are both here with me to have dinner. And even at 25, Bonnie hasn't outgrown the joy of dying Easter eggs, though now I devil them instead of hiding them. :) Look whose name she put on one of those eggs....
Happy reading.
Love,
Deb
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Big Deal Sale!
Cast Of Characters is part of Amazon's Big Deal, and will be available for only $1.99 for Kindle through August 23rd. That's a 91% savings! Happy reading!
Did I mention there's also a story in there by me? Oh, well, there is. Something new. :) Enjoy!
~Deb
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Irish Whiskey Punch
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Some legends claim St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. Others claim those "snakes" were the Druids and Pagans. I'm inclined to believe the latter.
Whatever you believe, have a wonderful St. Patrick's Day. Wear something green, tip a bit of Irish beer or Whiskey. Speaking of which, here is my recipe for Irish Whiskey Punch, which I make every year. My guests--even those who claim not to like whiskey--practically lick last few drops from the bottoms of their cups.
Slainte!
Irish Whiskey Punch
Ingredients:
6 lemons
3 pints of boiling water
2 cups of sugar
3 pints of Irish whiskey
Method:
Peel the lemon rind very thinly, and then squeeze the lemon. Add to the boiling water and sugar. Dissolve the sugar. Then add the Irish whiskey, strain the punch, and serve. It can be served hot or allowed to cool and bottled for picnics.
Variation (mine):
The first year I made this, when I removed the lid from the pot, flames erupted. So now I prepare the sugar, water, and lemon juice in a sauce pan, then dump it into my crockpot set on low, THEN add the whiskey. It can be served directly from the pot. Leftovers--if there are any--can be stored in the fridge and reheated, or serve it cold for a picnic lunch. If you're not driving...
Enjoy!
And if you need an Irish read, don't forget to revisit my Mulligans. If you haven't met them, MULLIGAN STEW is still only 99 cents in digital format. Find all the links at my site.
Some legends claim St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. Others claim those "snakes" were the Druids and Pagans. I'm inclined to believe the latter.
Whatever you believe, have a wonderful St. Patrick's Day. Wear something green, tip a bit of Irish beer or Whiskey. Speaking of which, here is my recipe for Irish Whiskey Punch, which I make every year. My guests--even those who claim not to like whiskey--practically lick last few drops from the bottoms of their cups.
Slainte!
Irish Whiskey Punch
Ingredients:
6 lemons
3 pints of boiling water
2 cups of sugar
3 pints of Irish whiskey
Method:
Peel the lemon rind very thinly, and then squeeze the lemon. Add to the boiling water and sugar. Dissolve the sugar. Then add the Irish whiskey, strain the punch, and serve. It can be served hot or allowed to cool and bottled for picnics.
Variation (mine):
The first year I made this, when I removed the lid from the pot, flames erupted. So now I prepare the sugar, water, and lemon juice in a sauce pan, then dump it into my crockpot set on low, THEN add the whiskey. It can be served directly from the pot. Leftovers--if there are any--can be stored in the fridge and reheated, or serve it cold for a picnic lunch. If you're not driving...
Enjoy!
And if you need an Irish read, don't forget to revisit my Mulligans. If you haven't met them, MULLIGAN STEW is still only 99 cents in digital format. Find all the links at my site.
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