Friday, April 4, 2025
A Sister Chicks Story for You

Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Everything that happens in a yoga studio is not Zen.
Last month a
shared a scene from Bind, my new book featuring three yogis, two police
detectives and one damn cute dog. This month I thought I’d give you some background
about the plot and the characters. Would love to hear your feedback.
Everything that happens in a yoga studio is not Zen.
Shondra
(Woo Woo) Aeron, Lexie Hill, and Charlene Kurtz meet five mornings a week at
the Asana Yoga Studio for a downward dog or two, one serene savasana, and a
steaming cup of coffee afterwards. They’re not friends, but the theft of a very
expensive watch from the gym where their studio is located draws them together
– and into a bind of another type.
To
support Kristi Yee, their yoga instructor and co-owner of the gym, the three
women offer to help her retrieve (some might call it stealing) financial
information from her business partner. Mission successful (albeit with a few
hiccups). It doesn’t take Charlene, an auditor, long to determine the balance
sheet is not all it appears. Certainly, fencing a very expensive watch would
help.
The
partner isn’t the only suspect. The watch owner could use some money. He is
having a relationship with at least two women, neither his wife. One of those
women, who made the affair loudly public early one morning in the gym, has
managed to cash in on her relationship. The other woman is unknown, at least
initially.
The
watch owner’s son, a diehard romantic, is also a suspect. His father and his
girlfriend certainly think so. He doesn’t need or want the money, but his
girlfriend does. At least he thinks so. He thinks wrong.
The
girlfriend is also a suspect. She could, apparently, use money and she does not
like her boyfriend’s father. That’s not fair, she detests him. Gym staff are also
under police scrutiny as well as Kristi herself.
One
conundrum for Halifax Police Detective Michael Terrell: how could someone
remove the watch from a busy changeroom locker? Admittedly, the owner lost his
key, which he usually does at least once a week, but you’d have to know what
locker the key opened or try each locker in the change room. Warriors three to
the rescue. Their task, at the request of Terrell (who seems to have a thing
for Woo Woo, a reflexologist) is to try and penetrate the inner gym sanctum.
They
fail, hilariously. But in their failure comes one undeniable conclusion:
whoever stole the watch knew exactly what locker to open and what they would
find inside.
Throughout
the investigation, professional and posers, a number of other more personal
issues arise. Lexie clearly has a thing for a gym employee. (It’s not what you
think.) Someone is repeatedly trying to connect with Charlene. She resists.
(It’s not what you think.) Every once in a while, Woo Woo gets a message from
another world. (It is what you think.)
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
BWL Publishing New Releases April 2025
Ordinary Lives by Naguib Kerba
Kerba, Naguib Sami - BWL Publishing Inc.
Everyone has a story. A picture is worth a thousand words, but sometimes one needs words as well. 'Ordinary people extraordinary lives," does just that. I've combined a portrait with asking people four thought provoking questions about themselves. The portrait and their answers are a compelling read about life, its challenges and each individual's journey. At the end of each chapter, each person makes one final observation learned from their journey.
Sunday, March 30, 2025
It Wasn't Hard to be Cool in Bygone Days by Eden Monroe
Apparently it was never hard to be cool in the past.
I’m
talking about the time before iceboxes and refrigeration were perfected — and
obtainable. In other words, the olden days, which is the temporal setting for When
Shadows Stir, book two of The Kavenaghs series, 1870-1879.
Major
cities benefited first in terms of electronic innovations, because while the
majority of homes in urban settings were having electricity installed in the late
19th century, that luxury was still not available in many rural
areas until the 20th century. So even if there were refrigerators,
there wouldn’t have been any electricity to run them.
Nevertheless,
just like the generations before them, people found ways to keep their food
safe for eating without the use of the conveniences we know today. We’re all
familiar with product labeling that warns us to refrigerate after opening, so
how was food kept from spoiling in the distant past? According to
vermontpublic.org, before refrigeration, food was stored for safekeeping in a
variety of ways. Options included smoking, drying, pickling, salting or
fermenting.
The
cool interior of a root cellar was also used for foodstuffs with high spoilage
rates such as milk and related dairy products, and of course perishable goods
like vegetables, fruit, meat and fish.
Those
who lived in colder climates had the easy advantage of an icehouse where chunks
of ice harvested from rivers or lakes during the winter, were stored. An
icehouse, or ice pit, was either cut into the ground, or built in a heavily
shaded area out of direct sunlight in order to keep the ice intact. The
harvesting of ice, initially by way of a long thin handsaw and eventually horse-drawn
cutting machinery, was understandably very dangerous work, but the risk was
necessary to meet the ever-growing demand.
As
set out in vermontpublic.org one enterprising gentleman, Frederic Tudor from
Massachusetts, even began shipping blocks of ice to hot climates around the
world in the 1800’s, even as far away as India! To maintain the integrity of
the ice, it was insulated with straw and sawdust, and kept in warehouses until
it could be transported.
The
icebox made its debut in 1802, although it would take several decades before it
became a mainstream appliance available for mass consumption. Still, it has a
pretty interesting history. According to jaxhistory.org, it was a farmer and
cabinetmaker from Philadelphia by the name of Thomas Moore who devised the
icebox to transport his butter to market. An oval tub with a lid made from
cedar wood, it featured a tin chamber inside the cedar box. For insulation, the
exterior box was lined with rabbit fur. A patent was issued to Mr. Moore in
1803 for his ingenious invention, and it was signed by none other than
President Thomas Jefferson himself.
Once
the icebox was refined and found its way into households nationwide, there was of
course an even greater call for ice. Aside from an increase in ice harvesting, another
occupation was created in answer to this burgeoning industry. Enter the iceman
whose job it was to deliver blocks of ice, in the requested size, for the
iceboxes of paying customers. A large block of ice (usually about twenty-five
pounds) typically sold for well under a dollar, and business was brisk as these
uniformed men with their large metal tongs, leather satchels and ice picks made
their rounds. It was known as the ice trade, or frozen water trade.
That
all began to change with the invention of the refrigerator, a complex machine
that eclipsed all other methods of keeping food cold. Its timeline is set out
in whirlpool.com:
·
1748 - William Cullen is
the first person to observe and demonstrate artificial refrigeration via
evaporative cooling
·
1834 - Jacob Perkins invents
the first vapor compression system for refrigerators
·
1876 - Carl von Linde
patents a new process for liquefying gases used in artificial refrigeration
·
1913 - Fred W. Wolf
invents the first home electric refrigerator
·
1918 - William C. Durant
begins mass producing the first home refrigerator with a self-contained
compressor
- 1927 -
The home refrigerator starts to see widespread popularity across the U.S.
And
that convenience didn’t come cheap, again according to whirlpool.com. The first
home refrigeration units would have been affordable only for the well-to-do.
Prices of those early models ranged from $500 to $1,000, and to make that more
relatable, today it would be the equivalent of about $6,575 to $13,150.
My
father recalled his family’s method of keeping cool what needed to be kept cool
on the family farm back in the day in rural New Brunswick, Canada. During the
summer the milk and cream stayed fresh by setting the large metal dairy cans in
a bubbling spring, ice-cold water coming up from the ground that provided just
the proper depth and temperature for chilling. For everything else, especially
storage for winter consumption, it was the unheated root cellar located beneath
the house. Since hens tend not to lay during the winter, eggs were stored,
pointy end down, after having been dipped in melted wax. They were also pickled
in vinegar. Turnips too were dipped in wax to preserve their freshness, carrots
and parsnips were buried in a box of sand to maintain crispness, and potatoes did
just fine in potato barrels. Squash, pumpkin and cabbage also kept well in that
cool dry environment. For beets, the tops were removed and stored loosely in
damp sand.
Cupboards
in the cellar were lined with pickles and jams and anything else from the
garden that could be canned, including garden greens. A large stoneware crock held
several pounds of dried fish packed in layers of salt, and sides of beef and
pork were smoked and hung outside for the winter.
In
the pantry upstairs, metal barrels held a hundred weight of flour and sugar
each, and other necessities such as coffee, tea, molasses and spices were all stocked
up before the roads became snowbound and impassable. In early spring they were
equally as difficult because of deep mud from snowmelt.
In
When Shadows Stir, it was the more common root cellar where foodstuffs were kept,
and that included milk, most often drunk as skim milk because the high-fat cream
would be separated and saved to make butter. Once enough cream had been stored
and the butter was churned, everyone enjoyed the refreshing treat of buttermilk
— the liquid remaining after churning was complete.
It’s
also interesting to note that long before there were freezers to store it in, people
made their own ice cream. China can lay claim to making ice cream in 618-907AD,
while Italy began making ice creams and sherbets in the mid 1600’s. The process
of whipping up a batch of ice cream became even easier when the hand-cranked
mechanical ice cream maker was invented in 1843 (hubertcloix.com) by Nancy
Johnson. During its heyday, well into the mid-1900’s and beyond, many enjoyed
the fun of making homemade ice cream with this modern contraption.
My
aunt and uncle had one of those old hand-cranked ice cream makers passed down
to them and they used it to make a type of pineapple ice cream. Bar none, it
was the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted. Period. Full stop.
Modern
ice cream makers are easy to come by now, but if you happen to have an antique
hand-cranked model gathering dust in the attic, this is how it’s described in
ice-cream.org:
“This
consisted of a wooden bucket that was filed with ice and salt and had a handle
which rotated. The central metal container, containing the ice cream was
surrounded by the salt and ice mixture. This churning produced ice cream with
an even, smooth texture.”
I’ve
been able to determine that rock salt mixed with the ice makes the ice cream
freeze faster for a better result, and it must be continually cranked for at
least twenty minutes. Some instructions say as long as forty minutes, but the
determining factor is how quickly the ice cream mixture firms up. When the mixture becomes really firm, the
harder it is for the handle to turn and your ice cream is ready.
And
here’s a homemade ice cream recipe (vaughnbarry.com):
2 Cups Whole Milk,
2 Cups Heavy Cream, 1 Cup White Sugar, 2 Teaspoons Vanilla, 2 Cups Fresh
Strawberries (Mashed), ¼ Teaspoon salt.
Enjoy!
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Saturday, March 29, 2025
Aunt Judy
Juliet “Judy” W. (Liddle)
Hennessy died Jan. 10, 2025, at home in Yellow Springs. She was 97 years old.
She was born March 28, 1927, in Rockville Centre, New York, to Dr. Albert W.
and Ruth P. Liddle and joined two sisters, Dorothy and Jean. At the time, her
father taught English literature, including Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton and
others at New York University. He was recruited by Arthur Morgan to come to
Yellow Springs and teach at Antioch College.
Shortly after Judy’s birth, the
young family moved to Yellow Springs in a 1925 Model T Ford, arriving and
camping in a tent in Glen Helen near the Birch Creek Cascades for several
weeks, until lodging was available. When Mrs. Lucy Morgan came to welcome the
family to Yellow Springs and Antioch, she left her calling card in the tent
flap, as they were out and about.
Somehow or other, I have come the oldest living member of my grandparents' descendants.
My Aunt had all her wits about her when she died, something you can't always say about such old people. When I was born, World War II was still in progress, both in Europe and in the Pacific. My Dad was in Burma. My Uncle Richard, married to sister Jean, was in Europe. Judy was not married yet, because her beaus were away at war. Judy worked at Wright Field (Wright Patterson) in those days.
L to R: Aunt Judy, my Mother, Dorothy, & Aunt Jean
The three sisters, Judy, her sister Jean, and my mother, Dorothy, were all still living in their parents' house, a big four square with an enormous maple which shaded the brick patio behind the kitchen. There was an astonishing garden, too, filled with roses, spring bulbs and many other flowers and also--long before our time--native plants, such as Jack-in-the-Pulpit, Ferns, Trillium, Dutchman's Britches, May apples, Trout Lilies and Dog-Tooth violets. Grandpa also grew grapes on arbors, raspberries, rhubarb as well as lettuce and huge, delicious tomatoes. There was a pear tree and cherry trees, too, all benefiting from horse manure from my mother's much loved mare.
My earliest memories are of moonlight coming through the leaves on that old tree and making patterns on the crib sheet where I was dozing. From the room next door, a large bathroom, I could hear the women of the house talking and bathing. This was a safe place then, and it remains so in memory.
Here are some B&W pictures from the late 40's and 50's. That's me, the flower girl at Judy's wedding, wondering what the heck the grown-ups are doing? I could tell it was some kind of adult in-joke, and somehow I felt a little embarrassed by this undignified, giggly moment. However, it was clearly the time of breaking into that delicious cake, so of course I was intrigued, especially if this odd behavior meant there's soon be cake for me!
The groom is my Uncle Leo, a great guy she'd met at Antioch College where she was working, and where he was studying chemistry on the GI bill after tours of duty in the navy, where he served in both WW II and in Korea. He was a favorite uncle, with a legendarily dry wit, and a taste for jazz, both cool and hot. He and my father sometimes went stag to jazz clubs in Dayton. In those days Dayton was a big melting pot, still bustling with factories and employing hosts of workers. Leo became a brilliant chemist, and he had a successful career.
Homecoming Court picture
At Ohio State, my aunt was on homecoming court as the independent representative, sponsored by the returning war veterans. She graduated with degrees in Sociology and Home Economics, but all she truly ever wanted to be was to be a wife and mother. She worked for some years, however, at Wright Field (Wright Patterson Airforce Base) in Springfield, and at Antioch College, until my cousins began arriving.
This picture is of my first bus trip--off to a department store for shopping and lunch. I remember being lectured by my mother about being a good girl and not causing any trouble, which probably accounts for my anxious expression. However, once I was away with Aunt Judy, there was no worry at all. We had lunch in a tea room at the department store, and I remember feeling rather grown-up.
My Aunt was very special to me. One memory I have is of staying overnight with Judy and Leo when they lived in a tiny apartment. I have memories of sleeping overnight in a space that might have been a deep closet shelf, proceeded by many cautions not to fall off, but I remember this as a grand adventure. Judy and Leo always made things fun.
Those happy days when our family lived together in that unique little college town eventually came to an end. My parents were the first to leave, heading to the Finger Lakes area in New York, near Syracuse, where my Dad worked in the then nascent industrial air-conditioning business. Here's a picture of me, my 6 month old Cousin Kevin and my Aunt in an upstairs bedroom when they came to visit us.
~~Juliet Waldron

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