Liz Flaherty's Blog, page 148

February 12, 2015

The Bestest Day

 This was the hardest blog to come up with because I'm not a romantic and I'm not married to a romantic. I can count on one and half hands how many times he's brought me flowers. And you know what, that's okay. 

I think of when the girls were little and I'd have a particularly stressful day and he'd start a bath, grab whatever book I was reading, and push me toward the bathroom. "I'll put the girls to bed."

For me, that's romance.

So, when I started thinking about my all-time favorite...
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Published on February 12, 2015 07:23

February 11, 2015

My Favorite Valentine

I'm kind of not great at the Valentine's Day thing. I know, sacrilege for a romance author to be not great at the biggest love celebration of the entire year. But there you go. I like the idea of setting aside a day for loved ones. I like picking up a little something - a video game or some great chocolates or (in the case of RadioMan) a LEGO set - to say 'I love you'.

RadioMan and I usually do the dinner and a movie thing and some kind of flower bouquet usually comes along with that. I love c...
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Published on February 11, 2015 01:00

February 10, 2015

Romance in a Long Marriage? Take Heart, It Still Happens


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Published on February 10, 2015 03:00

February 9, 2015

It was special

          In February of 1971, Duane came home from Vietnam. He was different—of course he was. He was older and quieter and cold all the time because he’d come from summer to winter in the space of a long plane flight.          I was different, too. I’d become a mom in the time he was gone, a story I’m not telling because any wounds that came from it are long healed. Even though I loved Duane, I was reluctant to compl...
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Published on February 09, 2015 02:00

February 6, 2015

Liz Flaherty - It's All About Me

I'm a little embarrassed here. Okay, I'm a lot embarrassed. Because, with the approval--nay, the encouragement of my fellow Wranglers, I've appointed this All-About-Me Day. Yes, this is unusual and No, we're not going to make a habit of it. Except for when one of us has Special Things Going On.

Step one on the About Me Walk. Have you heard of JABBIC, the Judge A Book By Its Cover contest sponsored by Houston Bay Area RWA? If not, go on over there and take a look. https://jabbic.hbarw...
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Published on February 06, 2015 02:00

February 5, 2015

Four Days

I had no idea what I was going to post today.

I thought about posting about my unsuccessful foray into slow cooker lasagna--I winged it and ended up with meat sauce and evaporated cheese over too few lasagna noodles. 

Or doing a hodge-podge. Or simply "forgetting" it was my turn to post. 

And then this morning on my FB feed was this quote by Rick Riordan--he, of Percy Jackson fame.

And it inspired me to keep on keeping on with the manuscript that I've been chugging away at for the past...
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Published on February 05, 2015 07:26

February 4, 2015

Writing is Scary Business

Just after bebe's second birthday, RadioMan and I took her to a drive-through animal park. It's filled with llamas and deer, longhorn cattle, buffalo and even a yak and the Scottish Highland...something or other. And there are camels and giraffes and zebras, too. She loved it. From inside the car. Looking through the glass she was as brave as any safari goer has ever been. And then we rolled down the windows and the elk moved a little closer and the deer stood up on their hind legs and...

Chao...
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Published on February 04, 2015 01:00

February 3, 2015

Welcome, Romance Author Robena Grant


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February 2, 2015

Two weeks

          The Wranglers have been talking about “two weeks” lately.          When my kids were teenagers, adolescent suicide became what felt to every parent of every kid like an epidemic. It was scary. I remember telling the kids that if they ever felt hopeless and unable to talk to anyone about it, to please, please, please wait two weeks. Because even though two weeks won’t go all that far in healing most wounds, it...
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Published on February 02, 2015 02:00

January 30, 2015

Friday Fun Question for the Wranglers


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Published on January 30, 2015 03:00