Back to My Boots

I’ve said all along that the heroine of my book, Reckless Harvest, mirrors me in one significant way: Born and raised on a cattle ranch in the pioneer west, proud of her heritage and true to it…and yet magnetically attracted to European refinement, especially the land of her (my) forefathers, France.  Back from my extended trip I’m having my first cup of coffee, listening to Sam Riggs (Angola’s Lament), amazed at how comfortable a well-worn set of cowboy boots can be.  And thinking, ‘maybe it’s time for a new set of heels…’ 


Nobody will ever muck out a barn with those but Lucchese has put boots on a lot of famous feet over the years from John Wayne and Johnny Cash to Zsa Zsa Gabor…


A far cry from my first set of Acmes… 😉 

A Website of Worldly Pleasures

That doesn’t describe my blog, at least not yet. But it IS the reason I just traveled through some of the most beautiful Alpine panoramas Austria has to offer without even looking out the train window. I was engrossed in the Financial Times weekend supplement called “How To Spend It” (Clever play on words). The website is every bit as sumptuous as the print version:


The caption for the above fashion statement is, “Bold Shoulder”. I think of the mag as a gift catalogue for wealthy London investment bankers who otherwise would have no idea what appropriately outrageous gifts to shower upon their gold digging partners (snark).   Here’s an advertisement for the Mayfair Hotel that instantly got my romance blood boiling. Look at the suite… and now comes the caption:  “A Clandestine Weekend For the Happily Married to Cheat on Their Kids”.  I love the idea. And I don’t even HAVE kids!


Fifty Shades of Wuss

“Why does a woman work ten years to change a man, then complain he’s not the man she married?” 
― Barbra Streisand

I love that quote and the unmistakable message is that modern women are largely responsible for the Metrosexual phenomenon.  The ideal of American manhood used to be this: 


Now it’s this: 


I recently read an interesting, borderline scandalous explanation for the wild popularity of “50 Shades of Grey.”  The theory is that despite emancipation, the female is genetically wired to be subservient, and we find our outlet through romance novels featuring alpha males.  Yet in real life we’re soccer moms and dodge ball deniers, sucking the masculinity out of our very own sons while secretly salivating over The Few, The Proud, The Marines.  

This rant is inspired by a blog with the subheading, “When Did Mowing the Lawn Become A Bridge Too Far?”  It’s a fascinating and sobering read, check out the first few lines:

I read the subject line for the latest message on my neighborhood listserv with interest: “Kids Cutting Grass?”

A few years ago I’d used a post with a similar headline to find someone to do some yard work. My husband and I hired a neighborhood kid whose Dad had died the year prior after a long illness. Maybe 13 years old, he’d taken to doing yard work to raise much-needed money and have something to do.

But this email was very different. It read:

“We just had a group of adorable and entrepreneurial kids (young, maybe 9-11 years old) offer to mow our grass. Not to be Scrooges in the neighborhood, but what is the general consensus on this around [the neighborhood] re: safety? They looked pretty young, and we didn’t see a parent with them supervising. I realize kids want to earn spending money, but I was interested in getting the pulse on this sort of thing. Teenagers, maybe. But these kids looked like they may be older elementary school aged (guess). We had a family member lose a couple of toes mowing while a young kid, so maybe I’m just overly sensitive.”

The next email read, “For anyone whose interested, the [American Academy of Pediatrics] recommends that children be at least 12 years old before operating a push mower and 16 for a ride-on mower, along with a list of safety precautions. Just FYI.”

A link was provided to a page on the AAP web site headlined “Mowing the Lawn Can Be a Dangerous Chore.” Injury prevention tips there include: “Have anyone who uses a mower or is in the vicinity wear polycarbonate protective eyewear at all times.”

I repeat. One tip was that everyone in the vicinity of a lawn mower should be wearing polycarbonate protective eyewear at all times.

Read the whole article here:




He Captured My Protagonists

Jack Vettriano must have envisioned Sean Berwick and Lydia Surreault when he painted this scene…outward innocence masks the wicked, shared memory of a sleepless night:


I’ll be visiting Jack’s retrospective in Glasgow next month.  Learn more about it Here: 

As for Sean and Lydia, their mysteries are revealed in my newly released Ebook, Reckless Harvest. You can find it here: