Something to read as I work on my next novel.
Crushes. There are crushes that satisfy—dreamy glances that eventually turn into the sweet and cherished “do you like me back?” conversation. And then they tell you that they’ve loved you all along.
Dawwh. My sentimental heart, be still!
There are crushes that are forbidden—dark and dangerous, stupid, or crazy. Crushes that force you to exercise every unit of self control to keep you on the straight and narrow.
And then, there are those crushes that can never love you back.
I haven’t done a post like this in the past because I didn’t think anyone would care to read it. Also, it’s weird to say, “welcome to a post where I talk all about. . .
Then I thought: but it’s fun to read people’s quirks.
THEN I thought: I’ve been blogging for seven years, it could be a fun challenge to think of ten new things.
Challenge accepted.
Continue reading ➞ 8 Things You May Not Know About Me — (Birthmarks, Crushes, and Hidden Talents!)
I barely saw it coming. By the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse—and an alarm sounded in my brain.
DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
Read the rest of my post at The Captain’s Speech!
“So, Rebekah, what are you doing later?” Daniel asks me.
The clock on my phone reads 9:45pm. I squint at Daniel like he’s lost his mind. “What do you mean later?”
“Later tonight.”
I blink three times, slowly. I planned on scurrying home and brewing a fresh mug of chamomile. I planned on stretching out the tendonitis in my wrists and wishing the cat sweet dreams. I planned on tidying my shoes and checking the status of my teeth. I planned on saying my prayers.
This was about the point I realized: I am a twenty-something grandma.
I’ve created a reputation for myself.
It started young, this special gift of mine. There are always those popular “Rebekah stories” that surface whilst entertaining guests over dinner, and the one about me wrecking my dad’s classic car is definitely at the top.
It isn’t what you think.
Oscars 2020 went live yesterday afternoon. You bet your bottom that I was cozied up on the couch, wearing my fluffy, Smiling-Panda socks and clapping like an excitable crazy person.
I had been looking forward to this all weekend: watching the Oscars LIVE for the first time.
On November first, I welcomed a new family member into my home and her name is Cova.
I’ve been in the market for a car. I looked into Kia Souls, but they didn’t feel right. I knew I’d find the right car for me because it would just feel right.
It was midnight on a Saturday and I couldn’t sleep. For kicks, I Googled “used Nissan Juke for sale.”
And I found it. My dream car. It was perfect. It was white. It had all the tech (bluetooth, moonroof, push start). It looked brand new.
It was also in L.A. (1.5 hours away, no traffic). But I was willing to make the trek! Willing to take the chance!
All I needed to do was convince my mother to come with me. . . And I did.
For Bryce and my anniversary this year, we took the town by storm.
Literally, there was a freak storm.
But it didn’t keep us from enjoying our weekend. We packed the car, threw on some extra layers, ran to Walmart (because neither of us owned an umbrella), and headed out to Balboa Island for a beautiful day of quirky shops and beachfront views.
Neither of us had ever been there, so my parents gave me the lowdown of where to take Bryce for dinner and ice cream and what places to see.
Of course, I brought my camera.
It was a regular Sunday afternoon. I was in church.
It was after choir practice and I was helping put music away. I had my precious, immaculate, white, brand-new iPhone XR in my hand. I placed it on a bench, along with my music folder, and turned away briefly to kneel down and grab a stack of music off the floor.
When I turned back, it was gone.
Continue reading ➞ My Phone Was Stolen . . . And You’d Never Guess Who Did It #ThePerfectCrime
