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Silently they continued to eat. He finished his coffee and poured another cup. “Would you like some dessert?”

“Dessert after breakfast?” She’d never heard of such a thing. Who ate dessert after breakfast?

He opened the refrigerator and removed a glass bowl covered with Saran Wrap. The bowl contained…well, it looked like perfectly round balls of milk chocolate. He tore the Saran Wrap off the bowl and the amazing lemony chocolate smell practically shouted from the bowl. “These are chocolate lemon buttercreams. I got up extra early and made a batch this morning. I make them quite often.” His deep voice filled with pride as he stared at the bowl of candy.

“You can eat this whole bowl of candy yourself?”

He shrugged. “It stays fresh in the fridge. Sometimes, I take a batch to church to share at meetings. Like yesterday, I made a batch and shared it at a youth group meeting.” Well, that explained why he’d smelled of lemons and chocolate the previous day. She glanced at his shirt and noticed that it was stained with chocolate and yellow. She figured he was messy and spilled chocolate and lemon filling on his shirt when he made the candy. That’s why he smelled so amazing. He pushed the bowl closer to her. “Have some.”

He didn’t have to ask her twice. Curiosity and…something else seemed to erupt within her as she selected one of the balls of candy. She’d never met a man who cooked like Keith Baxter and made his own candy. She bit into the chocolate.

Oh. My. Goodness.

The fresh lemon cream center coated with milky chocolate exploded in her mouth like a cloud of perfect sweetness. She moaned and finished the piece of candy in two bites. Chocolate had melted on her fingers, and heaven help her, she just couldn’t resist.

She licked her fingers.

Keith’s laughter filled the kitchen. His eyes twinkled and his dimples winked as he looked directly at her. She eyed the bowl. In spite of her full stomach, she wanted to select another piece of candy. But, she couldn’t sample another piece. It just wouldn’t be right, especially since she’d been so enamored with the candy that she’d lost her mind and had licked her fingers.

Still chuckling, Keith removed a box of aluminum foil from the cupboard. He tore off a piece of foil and, as if he were reading her mind, he placed half a dozen pieces of candy into the foil and wrapped it up. He then presented it to her. Their fingers touched when she accepted his offering. Warm sparks of delight shot up her palm. Her hand felt so warm that she hoped the candy wouldn’t melt before she got home. Finally, she remembered her manners. “Thank you.”

His eyes twinkled as he quickly winked at her. “You’re welcome.”

Bittersweet Dreams

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Have you ever thought about how people suffered in the Bible?

The Coronavirus has really had an impact on the world. Never, in my entire lifetime, have I recalled entire states closing schools for weeks to avoid an outbreak. Sure, I’ve seen epidemics, and weather-related school closings which are local, but, nothing of this magnitude.

My job has even told us that we need to begin working remotely. We are not allowed in the building and they will assess the situation weekly to let us know when we can return to our building.

The Covid 19 disease – the quarantines – etc. made me think about Biblical times. I started thinking about biblical diseases. Leprosy was the first disease that popped into my mind. Lepers were sometimes moved to leper colonies since the disease was believed to be contagious. (From my research, it appears the disease was not as contagious as folks initially thought).

Naaman, an army commander, was healed from leprosy:

2 Kings 5:1,13 New International Version (NIV)
1 Now Naaman was commander of the army of the king of Aram. He was a great man in the sight of his master and highly regarded, because through him the Lord had given victory to Aram. He was a valiant soldier, but he had leprosy.

13 Naaman’s servants went to him and said, “My father, if the prophet had told you to do some great thing, would you not have done it? How much more, then, when he tells you, ‘Wash and be cleansed’!” 14 So he went down and dipped himself in the Jordan seven times, as the man of God had told him, and his flesh was restored and became clean like that of a young boy.

The Bible does speak of other physical ailments, such as people having seizures, sores, as well as other being blind and lame. Jesus healed people and it’s amazing that having faith enabled folks to believe in Jesus and be healed.

So, does the Cornoavirus make you think about how people have suffered in the Bible?

A Teacher’s Heart is now available to order! Here’s the first chapter of Courting the Doctor:

Pennsylvania, 1870

“Deborah!”

Deborah winced as she slammed her book shut and shoved it into the wooden crate. No way could she let Ma see what she was doing. The last thing she needed right now was a lecture.

“Deborah!”

Oh, Ma’s voice was loud as a cat during mating season. She winced at the sound of her mother’s approaching hard footsteps. She scooped up an armful of hay and scattered it over the crate, hiding her precious book. The barn door slammed open, the loud sound causing Susie, her black barn cat, to scurry toward her. She scooped up the cat and smoothed her hand along the animal’s shiny dark fur.

“What are you doing in here?” Her mother scanned the barn as if searching for a long-lost secret. It was hard to keep anything from Ma, but she just couldn’t, just wouldn’t, tell Ma about her secret, at least not yet.

“I’m petting Susie.” Well, at least that wasn’t a lie. She’d been petting Susie since her ma had stormed into the barn. Ma placed her hands over her ample hips and sniffed.

“Smells like peppermint. Have you been making your peppermint oil?”

Deborah pushed her spectacles up on her nose and pointed to the small open satchel. “Yes. I need to have some on hand to sell.” She’d been making it shortly before she’d started. . .well. . .doing what she didn’t want her ma to know about. She’d sold out of the last batch. Her peppermint oil was known to help folks with runny noses and fevers. Susie squirmed, so Deborah stood and released her cat before focusing on Ma again.

Ma shook her head. “You’re always thinking about making money selling peppermint oil. Deborah, you’ve been focusing on the wrong things. That’s why you’re not married.”

“Ma, I’m sure you didn’t come out here to talk about that.” Honestly, her ma made her feel downright sick and unsettled at times. Before her fraternal twin sister, Eve, passed away, Deborah had thought about finding another place to teach—a place far away from her folks. She’d never been away from them, and yes, it would have been hard. But after Eve passed, she found that her goals had changed. She just couldn’t leave Ma and Pa alone, so she’d come up with another plan, a better plan—a plan that would make her feel happier and more content.

However, she wasn’t sure if her plan would work. Only time and a lot of prayer would help her to figure that out. “I’ve been calling you for the longest time.” Her mother sighed before fingering the white bonnet on her head. Her smooth, pudgy brown face softened as she gazed at her daughter. “It’s time for you to go to the train station to pick up Timothy and Lily.”

Deborah turned away from Ma and focused on the barn floor.
She didn’t feel like fetching her brother-in-law and her niece. Well, that wasn’t totally true. She didn’t mind fetching Lily, but Timothy, now, getting him made her a bit nervous. Was he still considered her brother-in-law since his wife—her sister, Eve— was dead? She gulped. Her gut still burned with sadness, dread, and something else she couldn’t quite decipher, since the death of her sister a year ago.

“Can’t Pa go get them?” Ma placed her arm around Deborah’s shoulders. She grabbed her satchel just as her ma gently led her out of the barn.

“Deborah, we’ve been through this. Your pa’s working the fields. I’ve got an order of hand pies to make.” Her ma made apple hand pies and sold them to the folks in their small Pennsylvania Negro community. Their farm included a small apple orchard, and harvest season was about to start. Her mouth watered for one of her ma’s pies right now. Her ma removed a brown paper sack from her pocket. The delicious scent of cinnamon and apples wafted toward her. “I made these for you to eat on your trip.”

“Thank you, Ma.” Just knowing she’d have a treat to enjoy during her trip made her feel a little bit better. Ma squeezed her shoulders.

“I’ve got to make sure all the food is prepared for our dinner with Lily and Timothy. They’ll be starving after that long train ride. So that’s why I can’t come with you.” Ma stopped walking and firmly took Deborah’s chin, forcing her to look directly into her eyes. “You don’t have to be scared of him. I know you took a shine to Timothy and he married your sister instead. But that was eight years ago. He’s probably forgotten all about that, and he’s sad, grieving over his wife while trying to raise Lily all by himself. He’s going to be the town’s doctor now, so you’ve got to get used to being around him.”

She pointed to the small cabin just a short distance from their house. Since old Doctor Smith had retired and moved, Timothy and Lily would be living nearby in Doctor Smith’s old house. “It’ll be right nice having Lily around.” Her ma gave her a sly look. “Doesn’t look like you’ll ever be getting married and giving me some grandbabies, so I’m glad Timothy has agreed to be the new town doctor. It’ll give me a chance to spend time with my granddaughter.”

Deborah blew air through her lips. She honestly didn’t know what to say about that. She’d overheard some of the womenfolk at church complaining about their husbands. Were they honestly happy? She sometimes wondered if she was better off alone with Susie for company while she studied her books. “You got your lesson plan done for the first day of school tomorrow?”

“Yes.” She didn’t need to have much of a plan for the first day. It took the kids a day or so to get back into the routine of school. Lily would be in her class, so that was a blessing. After Eve and Timothy had moved away, she’d only seen Lily a few times. She longed to get to know her niece better and hoped Lily would take a liking to her. She got into the wagon, took the reins, and flicked them, and the horses started off at a gentle trot.

Ma waved to her as she drove the team of horses down the wooded path. Shouldn’t take too long to get to the station since she was getting an early start. As she steered the horses, she removed the paper sack from her pocket and bit into one of the apple hand pies. Apples, cinnamon, sugar, and flaky crust exploded in her mouth with sweetness. Filling drizzled at the side of her lips. She quickly licked it away. Simply delicious. Her ma had been making hand pies for the last few years. Deborah had helped her to develop a great recipe using a secret ingredient. After Ma fried the pies in hot lard and served them, Deborah had a hard time waiting for the little pies to cool before enjoying them. Now that the apples were ready for harvest, her ma would be making more pies, as well as applesauce and apple butter.

She sighed as she popped the last bite of pie into her mouth. Ma. She shook her head as she glanced at the oak trees in the distance. Sometimes when Ma spoke to her, she felt like a little kid instead of a twenty-five-year-old woman. Plain spinster. She inwardly winced as she spotted a patch of chicory growing at the side of the road. Maybe she’d stop and pick some on her way back. She was used to the townsfolk in their small Negro community secretly commenting about her plain looks and her shy nature.

Well, she wasn’t really shy. She loved being around children and she enjoyed being the town’s schoolteacher. It was adults she didn’t take a shine to. Lord, please forgive me for my unkind thoughts. The long ride to the station went by quickly since she focused on the plants that she spotted along the side of the road. She named them as fast as she could. Just looking at the plants and naming them soothed her. Plants had a way of making her feel better. She figured if she focused on them during her entire journey, she wouldn’t be so nervous about seeing Timothy for the first time since her sister’s death.

She breathed deeply as she reined in the horses at the train station and pulled the brake lever. She removed the pocket watch from her reticule. The train should be coming in soon. She took her satchel and strolled over to the station, scanning the dusty platform as she wiped sweat from her face. There sure were a lot of folks waiting for the train.

She eyed several benches around the station. All of the seats were taken, except for one seat on a bench. An elderly white lady and a little boy sat on the long, pew-like seat. The little boy ate a bar of chocolate and wore a fancy black suit. Deborah’s leather shoes echoed on the floorboards as she strolled toward the bench. Taking her chances, she plopped down beside the twosome.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.” The woman narrowed her eyes. The boy simply grinned at her while he enjoyed his candy. She swallowed. She needed to do what was necessary to come up with the money to fulfill her dream.

“Ma’am, I see you have a little one with you. I’m a schoolteacher, and I know how little ones can get runny noses.” Quick as could be, she opened her satchel and removed a bottle of her peppermint oil. “This is peppermint oil. Folks in the town where I live use this regularly for colds and stomach ailments.”

“We don’t need anything like that from your kind.” The lady pointed a bony finger at Deborah while she stood and forced the little boy to get down from the bench. The youngster waved at her, giving her a huge smile. The chocolate candy had smeared on his chubby white hand. “Don’t wave at her. Never wave at a Negro.”

The elderly woman leaned in close to the child, her loud voice echoing in the train station. She squeezed the boy’s wrist and he cried, dropping his candy onto the ground. Deborah shook her head. Foolish woman. It was a terrible shame that just because of her brown skin, the woman didn’t
want to talk to her about peppermint oil.

She scanned the platform. A young Negro man reading a newspaper stood nearby, and a few groups of people congregated with one another. Should she approach somebody else? Maybe the Negro man might be interested?

The echo of the whistle from the approaching train pierced the air. She slammed down the lid of her satchel and turned the clasp. She pushed her spectacles up on her nose. The entrance exam for the female college could prove daunting, and if she made it into the college, she’d need enough money to pay her tuition. She still couldn’t believe she was studying to take the entrance exam. She’d thought and prayed about it for over a year before making her final decision.

If Timothy had been in town when she’d made her decision, she may have shared her news with him. Being around other folks made her bored; her mind was so cluttered with ideas, questions, and thoughts. She supposed that’s why she enjoyed teaching children. She always encouraged questions from her pupils. She’d spent time with Timothy when she was seventeen, and she hadn’t gotten bored. Actually, the opposite had happened. Timothy made her think. Timothy questioned a lot of things, just as she did, and their discussions and debates proved long and fulfilling. The train whistle echoed in the air once more. She again eyed the folks standing on the platform. The Negro man had closed his paper, and he smiled at the approaching train. He was obviously anxious for the train to pull into the station. She sighed and stood up and leaned against the wall. As white puffs of smoke from the train exploded into the warm humid air, she pressed her hands together, trying to calm her frazzled nerves.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the acrid smell of smoke filled the air. She sniffed. Lord, help me. She kept her eyes shut, silently talking to God, as she listened to the cadence of pounding footsteps, probably travelers rushing by and folks exiting the train. She sniffed again. Lord, please help me to calm down. Sweat trickled down her brow, irritating her skin. She whisked the moisture away with her hand. It sure was hot out today.

“Deborah.” She knew that deep voice, rich and slow as the molasses she’d used on her flapjacks that morning. She forced herself to open her eyes.

“Timothy.” She was so nervous, his name barely squeaked across her lips. It was a wonder she could speak at all. But something was wrong. His chocolate-brown eyes were laced with worry.

“Daddy. . .” Lily stood beside Timothy. The pretty seven-year-old child looked just like Eve. With Lily’s smooth brown skin and pretty face, Deborah predicted Timothy would have no problem finding a husband for his daughter when she grew up. Lily tugged on her father’s pants. Her mouth quivered and tears slid down her cheeks.

Deborah’s stomach curled with dread as she gently rubbed Lily’s back. “Lily, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel—” The child vomited right onto Deborah’s newly polished leather shoes. The sour stench sickened her stomach. Looked like it had been an awful trip for her newly arrived relatives.

A Teacher’s Heart – Courting the Doctor

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Well, I’d told my husband that I wouldn’t be blogging about this – but – it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. So, I’m changing my mind. This issue has literally taken up most of my free time over the past week. Reading news articles, blogs, Facebook and Twitter posts, etc. That’s a huge deal – if I’m going to spend so much free time reading about something!

The recent happenings made national news – articles are in the New York Times as well as The Washington Post, as well as a lot of other newspapers and websites. It would take me TOO LONG to write about everything that’s happened – took me a long time to digest all of the facts.

For a complete (or mostly complete) list of the happenings in RWA, which started right after Christmas, kindly go to this Twitter Link (apologies in advance for all the profanity on the Twitter link! This was the most concise, complete list of events that I could find at the time!). It’s A LOT of information.

It’s just so sad that RWA has come to this. Hopefully, this will not be the end to this organization.

I received my first book contract via an RWA conference. I met Tracie Peterson at an RWA conference during a Faith, Hope and Love (RWA’s inspirational chapter) meeting. It was through her recommendation that I received a contract from Crossings Book Club (part of the Doubleday Book Club empire) for my first novel.

I received a second book contract from Harlequin (Steeple Hill imprint) via a local RWA chapter retreat.

I’ve learned so much through this organization. I will admit that I’m not as active as I used to be, but, I’ve remained a member for over twenty years.

Yes, I’m busy and have lots to do outside of writing, but, RWA has been my first choice when it comes to writers organizations.

Sad and depressing that they’ve had a some serious allegations regarding racism and diversity. I’m glad these allegations have come to light, but, it’s depressing to hear about them. I haven’t been to a conference since 2009, and I’ve only attended a handful of chapter meetings since I got married and had a son (who is now 14).

I feel so strongly about what’s happened, and I’ve spent so much time and energy reading and thinking about it, that I feel the need to see some RWA members to talk about what happened. I’m actually going to attend the all-day local chapter meeting being held tomorrow in my area. They’ve changed the agenda to focus on the recent events.

It’s a big deal for me to take my precious free time to attend a local RWA chapter meeting, but, I feel the need to go….

Sad, sad, sad….