It is really me

I am so sorry for the disappearing act again; as many of you suspected, I have not been well. As long as it is not covid-19 or Baldwin’s leprosy, I am not going to complain. But I have been coping with three different ailments, and while none of them are life-threatening, the cumulative effect has been very debilitating and has kept me off the computer for what feels like forever. I’ve been able to consult with doctors again and hope to resume more frequent postings soon. We live in very scary times and I confess I am worried about all of you, praying that you and your families are still safe from the virus and able to deal with the economic chaos while also coping with severe cabin fever. Since my readers are both compassionate and intelligent, I am sure you’re wearing masks, but I hope you will encourage others to wear them, too—and remind them that we don’t wear masks to protect ourselves, but to protect our fellow Americans.
I have good news about one of my books. Lionheart will be Amazon’s Deal of the Day tomorrow, the ebook for sale at just $1.99. And here is a Today in History repeat post that I hope you’ve all forgotten by now!
June 2nd, 1420 was the wedding day of King Henry V of England and Catherine Valois of France. She soon satisfied a queen’s primary duty and gave him a son and heir, (the unfortunate Henry VI). But within two years, she’d be a young widow after his death from dysentery, which was often lethal in the MA. John and Edward I were among its royal victims, as was Henry’s son Hal. Catherine had a much more interesting widowhood than Berengaria of Navarre, who never wed again, which can be interpreted in a number of ways. But Catherine’s eye was taken by a handsome young Welshman, Owen Tudor; a secret marriage followed, and the result would be a blessing for future historical novelists and Hollywood screenwriters—the Tudor dynasty. Whether they were such a blessing for England is very much open to debate. They did save their best for last, though, Gloriana.