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Deleted Scene from On Rosy Lane

Little Penelope Pinkerton was a favorite child in the community. She had long red hair that she wore in braids, had a missing tooth, and a smile that could charm even the most unhappy. Her family ran a chicken ranch on Rosy Lane. 

Penelope was five years old. She set up a booth with her the help of her mom and dad and sold eggs at the harvest festival. When people ask, "Aren't eggs passed out at Easter?" Penelope would giggle, "Not these eggs, these are from my pet chicken Patty an Araucana. She drew out the pronunciation of the name "arrrucuannnaa." They lay blue eggs. "Easter eggs come from my pet chicken, Sally, silly! Sally is an Easter Egger breed; get it -- Easter Egger?" she would open her eyes real wide. Easter eggs would have to come from an Easter Egger, don't you think?? 

They would look at her dad, Billy, and Billy would smile. 

"There is a breed of chickens called an "Easter Egger; we have on that lays blue, green, brown, and pink eggs."

People were amazed to learn about these chickens. Penelope would smile and laugh and giggle, "You don't even have to die them. they cust come out that way." Penelope thought that was a terrific joke. She laughed and continued, "There are all kinds of chickens! Welsummers lay chocolate brown eggs, but they do not taste like chocolate", and she would dramatically shake her head and look as if he had been very disappointed. Penelope and her dad were very close. She loved helping him at the farm and was an excellent little salesperson. 

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It was a dizzying array of unfamiliar sights and sounds.

I moved from Beaufort, South Carolina; I lived among beaches and palm trees where the Spanish moss grew and hung from the trees, the smell of the marshes lingered in the air, and shrimp boats drifted along the ocean. We listened to music, the Beach Boys, Journey, and Styx, and we loved a little Boy George too, but the little group of friends that I hung out with was more interested in the Commodores and The Gap Band. We wore penny loafers and Chinos, button-down collars, alligators on our shirts, and used terms like "Gag me with a spoon."  ET had just called home, Rocky Balboa had won the championship, and football games on a Friday night were more about gossiping than the game.

In January 1984, we moved to England. We arrived at Heathrow airport, navigated through customs, and got in a car. Yes, they drove on the other side of the street, but that was not my first memory. It occurred to me that they never stopped. I had been operating in America, where we had stop signs, and in England, they used the roundabout, and you just kept driving. It was a dizzying array of unfamiliar sights and sounds. The kids there listened to New Wave - Thompson Twins, Culture Club, 99 Luftballons by Nena, and I was introduced to a new group musical group called Wham. They dressed differently, too. Punk was the rage and black boots, torn jeans, torn t-shirts, and the mohawk - boys wore earrings and had spiky hair of various colors. I settled into a different look altogether - I found myself in peg leg paints and twisty beads - my all-time favorite accessory. You could discover every matching color and coordinate - mix and match for any outfit. I thought it was fantastic. Jelly shoes (plastic shoes) I had big hair, short in the front and long in the back - It was great fun. 

My guidance counselor told me that I did not have any chance of going to college; I said, "We will see about that..." By August of that same year, I found myself at a community college in Hutchenson, Kansas. Another change - I had learned to be flexible! I thought change was routine and thought everyone lived the way I did. That was not the case. They listened to Randy Travis, Ricky Scaggs, and George Strait in Kansas and enjoyed state fairs, tractor pulls, rodeos, and picnics. I bought blue jeans and flannel shirts.  

I studied art. I learned about Renoir, Monet, and the other French Impressionists; I delved into art history and found it fascinating. My luck continued. I had the excellent fortune to fly back to the United Kindom in the summer and see the actual artwork I had read about; I was awestruck! 

In my book On Rosy Lane, I created a character named Jim. Who, in my story, taught art history. Much as I had planned to do when I continued my education at Pittsburg, Kansas. At Pittsburg State University, I met a young man from Missouri who was full of charm. He was a tall, lanky man who used words like "Golly" and "Howdy Ma'am" as he tipped his cowboy hat and smiled. The girls all went crazy for him. My character Jim is a combination of the men I met in Kansas with my deep love for art and poetry. On Rosy Lane is now available to buy on my website RoseElainePublishing.com or on Amazon. 

The Keukenhof Gardens planted the seed for my book, On Rosy Lane...

 The Keukenhof Gardens planted the seed for my book, On Rosy Lane, and the Boogman family the moment I arrived.

In 1984, I was a senior in high school, and my family moved to England. I felt like the luckiest person in the alive. It was here my world grew at an exponential rate. I was about to have an adventure that would change my life forever. I graduated from London Central in High Wycombe, England, and as a graduation present, I visited Holand. When the tulips grow in long lines as far as the eye can see, it is a truly magnificent sight in the spring. I learned about the history of the tulip trade and how to grow a tiny garden of my own, divide the bulbs, and as a result, take a little tulip garden and make it much more significant. I learned about the Dutch trade during the tulip crash of 1637. I visited Amsterdam, saw windmills, and learned how the Netherlands constructed dikes and dams. I attended a class that showed me the skill of making and how to repair a wooden shoe. I went to Amsterdam, saw Ann Franks's house, and to the Van Gogh museum.

In my book On Rosy Lane, David and his wife Roos (the Duch word for Rose) move to America, build their dynasty, and hold on to their belief that generosity and kindness can make all the difference. Follow me on Instagram and Facebook to hear more about my experiences and how they shaped the book series, Rosy Lane. On Rosy Lane is now available to buy on my website RoseElainePublishing.com or on Amazon. 

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With wit and amusement, my aunt, who was...

 This picture reminds me of my mom and her sisters!!!💗💓😍😊 My cousins and I called our aunts "The YaYa's" after watching the 2002 movie Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Our family is large. My mother is the youngest of 8; she and her sisters have a special relationship and a deep bond. For years, our "YaYa's" would pack in a van and take a trip to the Smokey Mountains for a week and tell funny stories of their adventures together. They would shop, go to Dolly Wood, see the shows and eat! They loved hanging out together, and laughter would bubble over and fill the world with joy!

Like the time they saw Jersy Boys. With wit and amusement, my aunt, who was well in her sixties, rushed the stage as if the show's star was Elvis Presley, causing dozens of other ladies to do the same. My aunt knew the young man in the musical because he was dating a friend's daughter. After the show, the young man reported that this was the first time that had happened, and as I am sure you can imagine, the audience was very enthusiastic! The YaYa's would laugh so hard every time they told that story.

As women, we get busy, live hectic lives, and sometimes forget to take care of ourselves. We can't pour from an empty cup, and remembering to take time and recharge is essential. Sometimes that might be with friends, weekends away as depicted in my book Friendship Day on Rosy Lane, or as my mother and her sisters would do. And sometimes, it is about taking time for yourself to read, sleep, and have a pot of tea or coffee.

I keep my books at 100 pages so that you can read them in a short amount of time; they are light, lovely, easy to read, and are a great excuse to stop and take time for yourself. The book on Rosy Lane is available for pre-order on Kindle, or if a hard copy is more your style - mark your calendar for April 30, 2022, and schedule a little time for yourself at the same time.

Family Traditions

 My Dad was in the Navy, and when I was in the third grade, his duty station was in Tennessee. My mom grew up in Tennessee, and I have lived in Tennessee many times. It is here that I have my extended family. Our family traditions have influenced me and have been a source of material for my books. In the third book of my trilogy, Christmas on Rosy Lane, coming to press in November, I draw from our family celebrations.   Our family gathered at my Aunt Carolyn's house every Thanksgiving, and this tradition has lasted for over thirty years! We have an extensive family, and for many reasons, we could not all be there at the same time, but every year between 70 to 100 people attended. Feeding this many people is no small feat! Carolyn and her sisters spent the week before Thanksgiving baking, cooking, and telling stories. We were not always in Tennessee to attend, but I have magnificent memories of helping and learning to cook with these amazing women. Each of the sisters is different from the other, but they are all so loving and fun. I honor them in my story and share it with you to bring a little fun to you. You will be hearing more about Christmas on Rosy Lane in the months ahead!

On Rosy Lane is now available to buy on my website RoseElainePublishing.com or on Amazon. 

An Over Due Book

An Over Due Book

My mother made a scrapbook of all the years I went to school that included my school photograph, report card, and occasional messages from my teacher. In the first grade, I noticed that my parents had to send money to the library for a book that I had lost. A beautifully handwritten note had the following inscribed. "... The money you sent for Carla's library book has been received and is being used to purchase a new book for the library. Thank you for your co-operation. Mrs, White" I do not remember this event. I am not sure what happened to the book. 

Unfortunately, this would not be the only time I had an overdue book. At times the cost of the fees exceeded the price of the book itself. In my defense, though, some books are meant to be read repeatedly. Sometimes the relationship with the characters in the book is so strong that taking a book back to the library is painful, especially when you have an imagination like mine. I have many bookshelves filled with books. I purchased most of them from a bookstore, but I own a few literary treasures because I paid my library fines. 

On Rosy Lane is now available to buy on my website RoseElainePublishing.com or on Amazon. 

On Rosy Lane

Fans of small-town women’s fiction will swoon when they read ON ROSY LANE’s

addictive series debut! Join this tale of a budding romance and inspiring female

friendships in the East Coast’s sweetest sprawling manor.

Nestled in a small, idyllic town in Delaware lies the Rose Elaine Manor, embellished with

fabulous flower gardens that attract travelers from around the world. At least, it used to.

When a storm decimates the beloved haven, thirty-five-year-old business owner Rose

realizes the restoration process is not for the faint of heart. She will need all the help

she can get to honor her family’s legacy… and maybe even find love in the process.

Can Rose navigate through family politics, small-town busy-bodies, and a

heart-fluttering romance, all while rebuilding the Rose Elaine Manor to its former glory?

Not alone! After the devastating storm, the manor’s guests band together with Rose and

her loving housekeepers to keep the once-thriving inn alive. As Rose rides the ups and

downs of responsibility, she doesn’t have time for much else… until a poetic art teacher

at the manor lends a hand and captures her heart, reminding her that she doesn’t have

to toil through life’s struggles alone.

Immerse yourself in this inspiring series full of community values, female

empowerment, and a wholesome romance that will remind you that when people

come together, even the most intimidating goals can be achieved.

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