Cathy Lamb's Blog, page 24

Well, the Little Drummer Boy suffered a catastrophic near decapitation last year, unfortunately.

We decided to add a lion to the manger, brought back from Africa by Rebel Dancing Daughter.

There is no record of a lion visiting during Jesus’ birth, but sometimes one has to improvise when lambs have been lost over the decades along with one of the three wise men, who is probably still wandering around the desert, refusing to ask directions to the manger.

(This is my childhood manger!)

Wishing everyone the very best during the holidays.

I know they can be a ton of fun, and tough, too, for all of us who are missing people we love or going through hard times.

Hang in there, read books, and have an extra piece of cake because you deserve it.

We were recently at my nephew’s wedding in Montana.

See that whip cream my brother is holding, as if he’s going to cover his poor, innocent sisters with it?

That’s a tradition.

When the four of us get together for a photo, Jimmy wields the whip cream, so watch out!

Wishing you happy times this holiday season with friends and family and people who make you laugh.

Do you need a book to give to your best friend?

A short summary of My Very Best Friend:

An old stone cottage in Scotland.

An overgrown garden, a man in a kilt.

Lingerie bike riding at midnight. Tea and crumpets.

Two best friends.

One is missing.

Do not tell Innocent Husband, but I am already planning what dessert to bake so that I can win our annual Lamb Fam Dessert Bake Off.

This is a crazy elf sort of thing to do, but plans must be made so Mrs. Cathy Claus can win.

(Cue evil laughter, please.)

Books make great gifts for the holidays!

A short and sweet little summary for the elves on your list:

Natalie Shelton thought she knew her husband.

She was wrong.

Need a book to get you through the holidays?

The first few lines of each…

What I Remember Most: I hear his voice, then hers. I can’t find them in the darkness. I can’t see them through the trees. I don’t understand what’s going on, but their horror, their panic, reaches me, throttles me. They scream the same thing: Run, Grenadine, run!

No Place I’d Rather Be: November, 1945. Kalulell, Montana.

Her hands shook as she held the cookbook. It was old, the leather cover cracked, the pages blackened by fire around the edges. Blood stains were splattered on more than one recipe, words smeared by tears and tea on others…the recipes within it had been handed down through five generations of women, starting with her great-great-great grandmother. They were written in four languages, across three countries.

The Language of Sisters: I was talented at pick pocketing. I knew how to slip my fingers in, soft and smooth, like moving silk. I was lightning quick, a sleight of hand, a twist of the wrist. I was adept at disappearing, at hiding, at waiting, until it was safe to run, to escape. I was a whisper, drifting smoke, a breeze.

Six generations of women.

Four countries, four languages.

One mystery.

No Place I’d Rather Be is on sale on Amazon for less than ten bucks. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2Q59G8/ref=dp-kindle-redirect…

If you like reading about chefs making delicious food…and you’d like to spend the holidays in Montana…and you like a little history in your books and a little romance, funny characters and real life, you might like this one.

Best to read with cake.

Need a few Christmas stories to read with your hot chocolate/wine/beer/rum?

These will help you block out your in-laws if you need to, I promise.

All are on sale…super cheap.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Scared to death to make a speech?

Would you rather wrestle an alligator?

Wander around in the dessert with no wine or water?

Live in Antarctica in a tent?

Take a look at this article I wrote for Writers In The Storm.

Being a Cool Cat While Making Presentations