Coffee Break with Padma Venkatraman

The Coffee Break Spotlight this month goes to none other than Padma Venkatraman, author of Climbing the Stairs, A Time to Dance and Island’s End. I had the pleasure of meeting her and listening to her speak at the James River Writer’s Conference in Richmond, VA this past October. She gave the welcome address and spoke on many panels,…

Coffee Break: Happy Holidays 2016!

Happy holidays and welcome back! I’m wrapping up 2016 and the monthly author spotlight “Coffee Break With…” by inviting authors who had a spotlight earlier this year to return for a little holiday cheer and share what’s on the horizon for 2017. I’m delighted to welcome back Margaret Locke, whose third book A Scandalous Matter, hit the…

Coffee Break with Barb Taub: From Chai in India to Fantasy Novels and Back!

Good morning! Or, (I hope I have this right) shubh prabhaat! Today we’re welcoming travel/fantasy writer Barb Taub, author of Do Not Wash Hands in Plates. We talked a bit about her travels to India, then her experience writing about her time there. The “Coffee Break” interviews and posts took a break over the summer but returns ready to whet your appetites…

In the Mom Lane: The Mommy and the Coffee Fail (Parts 2 & 3!)

Yesterday morning I poured in water and measured beans into my favorite kitchen appliance: the Grind ‘N’ Brew coffee maker. There’s nothing quote as fabulous as the sound of grinding beans in the morning. Except for maybe the smell of that delicious brew percolating and filling the carafe. Well, it happens that hubby has been collecting…

In the Mom Lane: If We Were Having Coffee…

This is my first week joining the weekly #weekendcoffeeshare hosted by Part Time Monster! I discovered this weekly blog-post-sip-drink-and-catch-up this past week on the blog of AmieWrites74. As a coffee lover, I couldn’t pass it up a chance to sit with a brew (decaf though it may be at this late hour) and catch up! Without…

Groundhog Day

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.” “Bob! Bob! Come and get it, boy!” I round the corner, bumping against the edge just in time to see Nana pouring syrup all over the contents of a plate. One of the floral-patterned china plates, no less. “Morning, Nana,” I call to her,…