Happy To Come To Your Book Group!
I FINALLY remembered to post a photo of a book group I visited. If you would like me to visit your book group, I’m happy to come.
Skype works well!
I Made Innocent Husband Dress Like The King Of Hearts
My next book, The Man She Married, is out on October 30th, so of course it makes sense that I had Innocent Husband dress up as the King of Hearts.
A short and sweet summary: Natalie Shelton is in a coma. That’s not her only problem.
There’s humor in it, I promise!
Amazon, less than ten bucks: https://www.amazon.com/Man-She-Married-Cathy-Lamb-ebook/dp/B079KTVHGD
Pancakes And Powdered Sugar
I am such a bad cook I can’t even make pancakes.
I’m supposed to get a few recipes together for an article about my new book The Man She Married. The request sent me into a mini-panic because I don’t cook.
Innocent Husband says I “cook by fire alarm.” As in, when the fire alarm goes off because of billows of black smoke I know that the food is burned enough.
Rebel Dancing Daughter, Darling Laughing Son, and Adventurous Singing Daughter once told me that I “re-heat” food. I told them they didn’t starve when they were kids, did they, so what the heck was the problem?
They laughed.
I told them in a grumpy voice that they were all grounded.
They laughed again.
Luckily, I have my late father’s recipe for buttermilk pancakes that he used to make for us every Saturday when we were kids, so – whew – I would use that.
But they needed a photo so I had to make the pancakes, and yes, I managed to pour half a bag of powdered sugar over the top. Why did I need a sprinkle of powdered sugar over the top? Because I burned parts of the pancakes.
I am going back to what I do best: Eating. Reading. Daydreaming. But if YOU need the best pancakes in the world, here’s the recipe.
My Dad’s Delicious Buttermilk Pancakes
Three cups buttermilk
Two and a half cups flour
Two eggs, beaten
One tablespoon baking powder
One teaspoon salt
Three quarters teaspoon baking soda
One tablespoon hot water
Two tablespoons corn syrup
Mix the buttermilk and flour. Cover and let stand in the fridge for 12 hours. The next DAY add the beaten eggs, baking powder, salt, dissolve the baking soda in the hot water. Add the corn syrup.
Mix again. Heat that griddle up and enjoy.
(Don’t burn them. The fire alarm will go off. Trust me. I know this.)
How Well Do You Know Your Husband?
Hello all,
I have no idea why, but the cost for the paperback of my new book, The Man She Married, just dropped to $10.97.
Out October 30th, in time for Halloween, but there are no witches or ghosts in this story, unfortunately.
Only a woman who has discovered that her husband has totally lied to her about his past.
Which is, of course, a bit spooky.
Innocent Husband And I And The Fish
Fishing with Innocent Husband on Sunday on the McKenzie River.
Well, he fished. I helpfully asked the fish to eat the fly.
Plus, I ate the chocolate chip cookies. Someone has to do the hard work.
Twenty-five years married. Three beloved kids. Two cats, one naughty.
Good times and tough times, and I still think he’s a handsome, huggable fisherman.
Daisies And A Lie
22 days.
How well do you really know your spouse?
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Man-She-Married-Cathy-Lamb-ebook/dp/B079KTVHGD/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1539022280&sr=1-1&keywords=the+man+she+married&dpID=51I3PeqnpqL&preST=_SY445_QL70_&dpSrc=srch
A Sweet Book With Cake Is On Sale For $2.99
My latest book is on sale for $2.99.
A short and sweet summary:
A 105 year old cookbook.
Six generations of women. Four countries. Four languages. One mystery.
I hope you like it! It’s a sweet deal. (‘Sweet,’ as in, there’s CAKE in this book!)
Thank you Patti Callahan Henry!
Thank you, Patti Callahan Henry for your review of The Language of Sisters!
Grandma Has A Secret
A family lingerie business.
A woman who lives in a tree house.
Grandma has a secret.
On sale. $2.99
A Lingerie Company. A Woman Who Lives In A Tree House. $2.99
Hello everyone! I love a cheap and sweet deal. My book, “If You Could See What I See,” is only $2.99 on kindle, on Amazon. It’s about a family lingerie company, a grandma with a secret, and living in a tree house.
An Excerpt From If You Could See What I See…
My family sells lingerie.
Negligees, bras, panties, thongs, bustiers, pajamas, nightgowns, and robes.
My grandma, who is in her eighties, started Lace, Satin, and Baubles when she was sixteen. She said she arrived from Ireland after sliding off the curve of a rainbow with a dancing leprechaun and flew to America on the back of an owl.
I thought that was a magical story when I was younger. When I was older I found out that she had crisscross scars from repeated whippings on her back, so the rainbow, dancing leprechaun, and flying owl part definitely dimmed.
Grandma refuses to talk about the whippings, her childhood, or her family in Ireland. “It’s over. No use whining over it. Who likes a whiner? Not me. Everyone has the crap knocked out of them in life, why blab about it? Blah blah blah. Get me a cigar, will you? No, not that one. Get one from Cuba. Red box.”
What I do know is that by the time Regan O’Rourke was sixteen she was out on her own. It was summer and she picked strawberries for money here in Oregon and unofficially started her company. The woman who owned the farm had an obsession with collecting fabrics but never sewed. In exchange for two nightgowns, she gave Grandma stacks of fabric, lace, satin, and huge jam bottles full of buttons. Grandma worked at night in her room in a weathered boarding house until the early hours and sold her nightgowns door to door so she would have money for rent and food.
Lace, Satin, and Baubles was born. Our symbol is the strawberry.
My grandma still works at the company. So do my sisters, Lacey and Tory. I am back at home in Portland after years away working as a documentary filmmaker and more than a year of wandering. You could ask me where I wandered. I would tell you, “I took a skip and a dance into hell.” It would be appropriate to say I spent the time metaphorically screaming.
