Sneak Off and Read: Lines all about LOVE #RSsos #RomSuspense


The Sisterhood of Suspense​ are all about the LOVE on this week’s Sneak off and Read!

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#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines all about LOVE

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“I love you. You’re my daughter, and there’s nothing you can ever do that will change that.”

Marsha West


Because Sarah loved him, that meant there was only one thing to do. Even if she had to take on gunrunners, Green Berets, a bitchy senator, and the entire Fianna army, she was going to save Nate Walker.

Sharon Wray


Love didn’t happen at first sight. Lust, hell, yeah. But love… that was something poets wrote about, it wasn’t reality.

Jacquie Biggar


Daniel wasn’t going to let this get between him and the woman he loved. He— Wait. What? Loved? Where the hell had that come from?

Claire Gem


She closed her eyes and held out her hands. “And you are in love with someone who…

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Dodging a #Health Bullet and #ClimateChange


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This past week was a tough one for me. We returned from a quick trip home (2500 miles in 3 days!) tired and a bit depressed. The hometown four generations of my family grew up in, is dying.

What was once a vibrant, growing town deep in the middle of oil, gas and coal country has been hit with a downturn in the economy like nothing I’ve ever seen.

To say it was disheartening would be an understatement.

I understand climate change is a concern for everyone, but should it come at the cost of livelihoods? People are losing jobs, homes, hope.

There has to be a compromise and it’s up to us to find it.

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Edson, AB 1939

 

A day or two after our return, I developed this horrible pain in my lower back, left side. I put it off to a kink and took my ever faithful pain killers. But, it didn’t get better. In fact, it became unbearable every time I laid down- like a fist grinding into my back.

I hate, hate going to the doctor (it’s been 6 years since my last visit, other than for Mom and grandson) so that’s my explanation for what I did next. I attempted a self-diagnosis via the internet.

Please, don’t do this at home!

Talk about freaking out! When many of the so-called professional sites started throwing the ‘C’ word around, I quickly changed my mind and decided to call Mom’s doctor and see if I could get in. I nicely explained my dire emergency to the receptionist and that Mom, darling daughter and buddy were all patients of the clinic- imagine my surprise when she didn’t care, lol. They were fully booked and not accepting new patients- sorry.

Okay, fine. Give it another day or two to mend on its own then. Except, it didn’t. That night I moaned and groaned the hours until dawn away. The moment the walk-in clinic opened I was there. Forty minutes later, I got into the clean, stylish office (not half as bad as I’d imagined) and met with a doctor half my age, who kindly didn’t laugh when I explained the diagnosis I had come up with. Instead, he assured me it was nothing more serious than a muscle strain- possibly caused by all the gardening we’ve been doing- and subscribed some pain killers and muscle relaxants.

When I arrived home, DH ran outside to hear the news and give me a relieved hug and kiss- after all, who else was going to do his laundry? 🙂

Moral of the story- Don’t let pride go before the fall. If in doubt, visit your physician, they’re there to help.

A few of the flowers in our garden.

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Clematis
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Sweet potato vine, lobelia and petunias
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Rose and monkshood in the background

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