Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Mother Dear by Eden Monroe

 

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Imagine a mother telling a lie so outrageous that her son, her only surviving child, is arrested and charged with a serious crime. Imagine maintaining that lie at trial, under oath, and beyond while an innocent man, a successful local architect is sentenced to a lengthy term in penitentiary at great personal cost. Unthinkable. That is the novel, Almost Broken.

“Heaving a deep sigh Blaise laid his head back and closed his eyes. ‘It’s like I never thought this day would ever get here and now here it is. After my mother had her say at my early parole hearing I’m surprised they didn’t find a way to add time to my sentence. Who knows, come up with something to keep me inside longer. I guess she made sure I wouldn’t get out ahead of schedule though. She said she’d do it, and she did.’”

‘Blaise, what did you ever do to make her hate you so bad she’d be gunning for you like that?’

Blaise kept his eyes closed. ‘Well first of all, I was born. I don’t think she’s ever forgiven me for that. And then of course there’s Rory. That’s what this is really all about.’”

Declan sighed. ‘It’s not exactly a crime to come into this world, but yeah, Rory.’

‘Anyway, I don’t necessarily want to talk about her … or Rory. Not right now at least.’

Declan nodded as he switched to an FM station, keeping the volume low so they could chat. ‘Understood…’”

 

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The story is set in the little town of Woodstock, New Brunswick, and pictured above is the local courthouse where Blaise Callaghan would have been tried and convicted.

At the heart of this romantic suspense novel is the unsettling truth that some mothers do not like their children … or in some instances, all of their children. Sadly there is a disconnect for many reasons, and in Almost Broken, that hatred carries terrible consequences. And while this is fiction, it’s sad to think there are any number of cases where for a variety of factors, mothers fail to bond with their children, or a particular child while being appropriately affectionate and loving to the others.  

And since there are always extremes in everything, including maternal bonding, I thought it might be interesting to see who is recorded among the worst mothers in modern history — whether it be “impaired maternal bonding” or simply not having their children’s best interests at heart. Sure enough I found just such a list at Insidesources.com/holy-cow-history-meet-the-five-worst-moms-in-history/.

Coming in at last place is Mary Ball Washington, George Washington’s mother. Fairly or unfairly she makes the list because she did not support George in his patriot cause. Many would say it was just a difference of opinion, or politics, because Mary remained loyal to the British crown, but it’s likely her political position caused her son no shortage of embarrassment. And, according to the piece, she was highly vocal about her support of England’s King George III, and equally as virulent about the USA’s bid for independence. Nevertheless it earned her a nod as a bad mother, in this situation at least. My two cents? Just because she disagreed with her son doesn’t necessarily make her a terrible mother.

 

MA  BARKER

 

In the number four slot is Arizona Donnie Barker, known better to everyone simply as Ma Barker. A star on the FBI’s Public Enemies list of lawbreakers, she was referred to by J. Edgar Hoover during the 1930’s as “the most vicious, dangerous and resourceful criminal brain of the last decade” — a woman who influenced her boys into a life of crime. That meant that sons Herman, Lloyd, Arthur (Doc) and Fred also became criminals, known for murder, stealing cars, kidnapping, armed robbery and knocking over banks, and leading the way by example was their mother.

 

                                            MARY ANN DID MURDER

 

We go back to the 19th century for number three, a very industrious and by all accounts hardworking Mary Ann Cotton — a nurse, dressmaker and housekeeper who had a penchant for poisoning people. That included her own children. Eleven of her thirteen children were killed in that horrific, agonizing fashion, as were her four husbands and two lovers. There are also two other deaths attributed to her during this killing spree. The age-old motive was insurance money, and arsenic was her weapon of choice to achieve those payouts. Mercifully the law caught up with her after twenty-one people died. She was hanged for her crimes.

 

JESSE’S  MOM

 

I will admit that number two surprised me because I had often seen Zerelda Elizabeth Cole James Simms Samuel (Jesse James’ mother) portrayed as long-suffering. Indeed she seems to have married well: her first husband was a Baptist minister, her second a wealthy neighbour, and her third a physician. She survived all three. In any event it is acknowledged that life had not always been kind to her, and perhaps it was suffering those unfortunate losses that helped make her tough. When her sons Frank and Jesse turned to crime it invited Pinkerton detectives into their lives. These lawmen were warned: “if the boys don’t kill you, the old lady will.” That story is well documented, usually in favour of the bad guys, and true she did withstand a lot, famously including the firebombing of the family home during which her youngest son, Archie, was killed. It also cost Zerelda her right forearm (amputated at home without anesthesia). Bitterness at these events could be why she went on to capitalize on her sons’ infamy by turning the James farm into a “tourist trap” because it seems she had no aversion to larceny. “…she sold old, rusted, guns that she claimed had belonged to Jesse; she actually bought them cheap at second-hand shops and charged a fortune for them. Which is why dozens of private gun collections today still boast a firearm that was ‘carried by Jesse James.’”

And coming in at number one? Well, that also surprised me considering the others on this list. Mama June of television reality show fame. According to Insidesources.com/holy-cow-history-meet-the-five-worst-moms-in-history/: “If you saw the show, you understand. ‘Nuff said.”

I’m sure there are countless other examples that are less well known, but thankfully most mothers are exactly as they should be ­— kind, loving, nurturing and devoted.

It is heartbreaking for those children unfortunate enough to be at the mercy of a mother who feels no maternal connection, except hatred, such as it is for Blaise Callaghan at the hands of his mother, Viola, in Almost Broken:

“’Mother, please, you have to tell the truth. I apologize for damaging your wall, I apologize for, I don’t know, not being a better son in whatever way you think I wasn’t. I’m sorry we never got along that well. I’m sorry you had to raise me on your own. I’m sorry for everything you had to go through as a single parent. I am very grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but you have to stop lying about what happened. What you did to me was shocking and you have to fix it. You have to tell the truth.’

‘I have to do no such thing. All I want is to be safe now that you’re back in Woodstock, so I have requested a restraining order against you. You’re not to be in contact with me anymore.’

He was aghast, his jaw dropping and it took a few seconds to recover. ‘Are you serious? I didn’t make contact with you, it was you who called me.’

She continued as if he hadn’t spoken. ‘I’m warning you, if you come anywhere near me I’ll have you arrested. Now don’t phone me and don’t come to my home. That’s what I called to tell you. I’m not interested in talking to you about anything else. As far as I’m concerned I don’t have a son anymore, so stay away from me.’

‘Mother, you know I didn’t contact you. What’s wrong with you! Why are you doing this? Haven’t you hurt me enough already? Why are you trying to destroy me? Why!’

‘It doesn’t matter why.’

‘It matters! You doing that, saying I contacted you and asking for a restraining order could get me sent back to prison for violation of my release.’

‘Exactly. Face it, Blaise, you’re all done.’”

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Tuesday, September 29, 2026

In the Attic






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In the Attic

Once this space was empty, but entire lives are stored up there now. When we arrived here, 45 years ago, the house was completely empty. At closing, my husband requested that nothing be left behind, and nothing was, so we began with a blank slate. Now, forty-five years later, the whole thing is jammed. First was a set of rustic oak chairs from our Nashville days and a few end tables.

Then, in rapid succession came a few things of my grandmother’s—the sad remains that the early bird relatives, (the wealthy ones, naturally) deemed unimportant or worthless—and then came my mother’s boxes and trunks when she entered a nursing home—and next came my husband’s mother’s many well-organized photo albums, a huge collection going back into the early 1930’s, after she too ended up in “incarcerated”.  Sadly, we can’t recognize more than a quarter of the sepia people who are posed there, giving us those chilly New England half smiles.  These are occasionally enlivened by images of women holding their cats, a proud New England tradition.

Now all it gathers dust. Some important boxes filled with memorabilia—(a box full of Babylon 5 dolls) I would like to find have vanished—gone without a trace when I went to locate them later. Perhaps they’ve fallen into some Twilight Zone like void, the sort that appears to exist in the upper stories of many houses. It’s preferable to think this than to suspect, as I often do, that my husband, in a fit of jealous pique, deep-sixed them.

We’ve thought of cleaning it, of sorting through, of discarding most and preserving the few things that might still have some interest and/or value to the next generation. Then summer comes again and we abandon the place for another six months. Next autumn, we think, next spring, but somehow it never happens. 

Our stuff is there, too. A host of coffee mugs emblazoned with the names of once famous and now long  dead Tech companies, virgin boxes of tractor-feed paper, old woolen tartan skirts made in Scotland made for 70 lb. adolescent, boarding school jackets and work books from 5th & 6th Form English school days—Ordinary Level tide-pool biology and Advanced Level European History, as well as Latin grammar--boxes adjacent to my husband’s pale blue slacks purchased for 1970’s office/casual Fridays...     


Once Upon a Time



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Monday, September 28, 2026

Genre Fiction: Are you a Purest? Or Pro Genre Mix? By Connie Vines #BWL #Writing Fiction, #ReadingRomance #Romantic Heroes, #Dangerous Heroes



 "What do you enjoy about blending genres while writing, and do you enjoy reading the mix?"

My responses are listed: 

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Reading: 

Historical and Romance seem to be a comfortable blend. A gentle push-pull of attraction and the details of daily life. I'm more inclined to read a "western" setting because the plot is faster-paced.

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Movies: My favorite movie: "Somewhere in Time," Starring Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. 1980 Romance/ Fantasy. It is a film adaptation of the novel Bid Time Return (1975) by Richard Matheson, who also wrote the screenplay. 


My Writing: 

I'm comfortable with mixing "Romance and Paranormal." I don't know what this reveals about me... I was such a fan of the (black-and-white) "Universal Studios Classic Monsters Movies".

For the time period, the special effects in those movies were amazing! I also loved the "mood" music.

And like those classic movies, any hint of violence is offstage (or, in my case, nonexistence).



"Here Today, Zombie Tomorrow" is campy and fun (Just in time for Halloween; novella 2 in the series is in the works) 


"Romance and Suspense" Brede, Rodeo Romance, book 2. 

I approach this genre with great care to avoid nightmares. (Yes, Connie watches monster movies, but suspense has her hiding under the bed.) 

My secret? Write the happy ending first.



📺Television:

Hits of the past: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Fargo". 

Shows of today: "Dark Winds" and "NCIS". 

 




The latest mixes in novels:

Romantacy: Romantic Fantasy. A subgenre using elements and conventions of the chivalric romance genre.

Literary Horror: A mix of literary fiction and horror, focusing on character development alongside chilling narratives.

Dystopian Romance: Combines dystopian settings with romantic plots to explore love in oppressive societies.

Cozy Mystery:  Merges light-hearted cozy settings with mystery plots, appealing to fans of both genres.

Of the latest mixes, I find Romantacy and Cozy Mysteries to be the ones I would most likely read and consider writing.

What are your thoughts on these new "genres"?  

Have you ever read any genre mix-ups? Or would you like to see?

"Swoon-worthy" fiction is always my choice! 


Happy Reading!

Connie

Sunday, September 27, 2026

The Human Harvest is coming – so say the doomsayers - by Vijaya Schartz

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Doomsayers have always been here, but this is a new one to me. As a science fiction author, I find it fascinating.

I recently came upon a claim (by Enki files), allegedly translated from ancient Sumerian tablets secreted away in locked backrooms of the British Museum. It says that the human species is an alien experiment with an expiration date, and our makers are returning to harvest us as soon as the total population of Earth reaches nine billion humans… which should happen in about half a decade.

According to these tablets, dating thousands of years before Christianity, not all of us will be harvested, the records say, only those deemed worthy. The rest will be destroyed when the Earth is cleansed then reformed for the next experiment, which will not be human at all, but something more primordial.

Parts of this sound suspiciously like the rapture in Christian texts.

Will we soon face Armageddon, fighting aliens to prevent Earth’s destruction?

According to Enki Files, the top leaders of our world are aware of this.

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But here is where the texts diverge. According to these ancient records, these makers do not consider us as living entities in our own rights, but as mere vessels… but vessels for what? Enki Files says the texts are incomplete, many tablets are missing, damaged, or in some places unreadable, which allows for misinterpretations and mistakes.

Still. For a science fiction author, the very notion is fascinating. From the perspective of a limitless universe populated by advanced alien races, why not?

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Is this why some world leaders are pushing AI advances, even though we know it could replace or even kill us all? Is there a secret plot from the most powerful leaders of Earth to face that harvest and the following Armageddon with AI weapons to defend our very existence?

Do I believe this? I believe the ancients who recorded it believed it strongly enough to carve it in stone and preserve it in their library for future generations.

It makes me curious. What would be the end of the journey for mankind? What would we become? As vessels, what would we contain?

Each day I am surprised by the depth of thought of our ancestors. Writing science fiction and fantasy allows me to build on their recorded mythology to create a populated universe, and stories that resonate in all of us, because they are part of our faraway past.

Enjoy the reading.

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Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author
Kick-butt Sci-fi Heroines, cats, romantic elements

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Thursday, September 24, 2026

One of Canadian Attractions--The Bay of Fundy by Joan Donaldson-Yarmey



I began my writing career as a travel writer, switched to fiction writing for many years and am now back to being a travel writer again. All of my articles and books have been set in Canada, which is where I live. Roadtripping Southern Alberta is my latest travel book and, as its title suggests, is about what there is to see and do in Southern Albera. But I have travelled across Canada and learned much about its exciting and varied history and have seen many of its attractions.

Today I’d like to describe my husband's and my visit to the Bay of Fundy situated between the provinces of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. The Bay has the highest tides in the world and was formally designated one of North America’s seven wonders of nature in February, 2014. (The others are Niagara Falls, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone National Park, Mount McKinley, the Everglades, and Yosemite National Park).

       From Moncton, New Brunswick, we drove south on Route 114 to Hopewell Cape and the Hopewell Rocks, arriving in the afternoon. It was low tide so after we paid, Mike accepted the cart ride offered while I decided to walk the trail to the Rocks. I arrived at a viewpoint overlooking the ocean floor and the reddish rock structures.  Mike and I took the stairway down to the floor and wandered out among the tall formations. The ground was surprisingly solid with a few muddy areas.

       The Hopewell Rocks were originally a massive mountain range that was older than the Appalachians in the United States and bigger than the Rocky Mountains in Canada. Over millions of years the range wore down and after the retreat of the glaciers during the last ice age, water seeping through cracks in the cliffs eroded the sedimentary and sandstone and separated the Rocks from the cliffs. The incoming and outgoing tides have eroded the base of the rocks at a faster rate than the tops and that has caused their unusual shapes. Those shapes and the vegetation growing on top have given the formations their nickname of the Flowerpot Rocks.

       Due to the tides, the Rocks are covered in water twice a day. Some visitors are able to see the high and low tides in one day but since the next high tide would be at night, Mike and I found a place to camp and returned to the Rocks the next morning. There is approximately six hours between low and high tide and the entrance fee covers a return visit to enable visitors to see the Rocks during both tides.

       Again, Mike took his ride and I walked. I reached the viewpoint and the change was astonishing. Just the tops of some of the rocks showed, the rest being under water. The tides can reach a height of 16 metres (52ft), which is as high as a four-storey building, twice a day. I walked down part of the stairs but the rest was blocked off to the public because they were under water. High tide is a good time to take a kayak tour and three kayakers were paddling around the formations.

       After seeing all the water and the partial formations, it was hard to believe that just the day before I had walked on the floor of the bay. It was an amazing experience.


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