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  • My first novel started with a mole. Yes, a MOLE - a freckle, a birthmark, whatever you want to call it.
  • I was at the pool with my daughter getting ignored by our swim instructor when a lifeguard with a particularly ripped abdomen walked by. He stopped to flirt with one of the female lifeguards and my eyes flew directly to an adorable mole on the top can of his six-pack.
  • "How cute!" I thought (among other things). "He looks like a character in a romance novel!"
  • So I went home and started writing fiction for the first time. That was over a year ago and I still haven't been able to stop. GRAVY is the story of a suburban housewife who wants another baby, but gets a man with a mole instead.
  • GRAVY is now available on Kindle and Nook!

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January 27, 2008

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cindy w

I sat behind a mom like that on a 5-hour flight, and she made me sick to my stomach. You kind of hope that maybe she's just having a bad day and isn't always like that, but man. Those poor kids.

Erin

I love what an awesome, cognizant mom you are. And having personally met your amazing sweetheart kids and seen first-hand how phenomenal you are with them? It makes reading these entries that much more fantastic.

sherry

Good lord, who takes their kids to a children's movie and then tells them to be quiet when they laugh at the damn movie? Gah.

I know that war of which you speak. If my youngest sees her big sister climbing on me for a snuggle, watch out!

missgirlbliss

Thanks for sharing the wonderful post. I cringe when I see/hear moms like that in public. One time I really wanted to say something at Subway as the 10 minutes I was in line up behind this mom she had not one nice thing to say to her daughter telling her to shut up and she was going to "get it" when they got to the car (all her daughter was doing was talking and asking questions as kids do) but due to her demeanor and mean looking and sounding ways, I kept my mouth shut.

Lynn

Our first was a girl. I bought fairly gender neutral toys thinking "well what if #2 is a boy". But my daughter loved baby dolls and play strollers and dress up clothes at friends houses soooooo much. It was amazing to see how it was almost instinctive how into them she was. So we got her nothing but girly things for Christmas this year.

kheatherg

This is crazy because when you posted that last set of pics showing how clean and neat the rooms were, i noticed that alex had a bunch of toys in his room but that Genoa didnt. I simply assumed you hadnt taken a pic of those but then when i saw her closets etc. i got a bit jealous thinking......... why doesnt amanda have to step over dolly cups and saucers, and mini-pink grocery carts and food buggies and kitchen centers etc. BUT again, i thought you must be hiding them somewhere else! LOL

Funny how i thought of your girl having girl toys and then you post on it! Well, here's to pink this and pink that and this doll and that doll and all the other stuff i have to put away when i clean my girls room!

Oh, and love the g-bypass chronicles.... I'm not commenting much but am reading, also learning a bunch too!

JAMIE

I miss you beyond THOUGHTS, let alone words, Amanda.

And hee, our girls are SO gonna have a great time come spring. ;)

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