Line of Fire, An Autumn Rain Novel
My newest print novel, Line of Fire, is available! Click
here to read about the book.
Tired of being surprised at unexpected content in your books?
Movie-like book ratings are finally here! Click below to find out more:
For a complete list of my books, click here.
Click here for Site Map
My husband is originally from
Portugal, and though our six children and I are
American, we used to speak Portuguese in the
home to give them a taste of the culture, and so
that they can communicate with their Portuguese
grandmother. Like in English, many Portuguese
words sound similar to small ears. Take bispo
(bishop) and bicho (bug) for instance. One day
we explained to my then four year old son that
we were going to church to see our new bishop
called into office. His face lit up and he ran
quickly to find his little sister and translated
our statement into English.
"Oh, Cassi, did you hear? Did
you hear?" he said to her excitedly. "We're
going to church to see our new bug!"
When my oldest children were
three and four, they loved the Lois and Clark TV
series. They would run wildly though the house
acting out the parts where Superman saves Lois.
Of course, when Halloween arrived my son just
had to dress as Superman. His little sister
chose the pumpkin costume but when we asked her
what she was dressed as she replied, "I'm a Lois
Spilt milk accompanies every
meal at our house. I'm so used to it now, it
doesn't phase me. I know before I sit down at
the table that I won't be able to finish eating
without hopping up to get a rag to clean the
latest mess. Well, that was true up until last
week. On the night in question, dinner went by
without a hitch. It wasn't until after that I
exclaimed, "Oh, I can't believe it, we didn't
spill any milk!" My eight-year-old looked at me
and said, "Mom, you didn't give us any." Oops.
In her Primary class at church
my six-year-old's teacher mentioned something
about the difference between girls and boys. My
daughter raised her hand to tell the class all
about it. The teacher was a little nervous at
what she would say, but my daughter simply
explained about the X and Y chromosomes and
which ones combined to make a girl or a boy. The
teacher was surprised. "Where'd you learn all
that?" she asked. My daughter laughed. "Bill Nye
the science guy, of course."
"I maked it," my four-year old
"I made it," I corrected.
"No you didn't, I maked it!"