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“The Memory of Hougoumont”
“The Memory Of Hougoumont” by Hannah Linder Sunday June 18, 1815Belgium How green and rich the orchards,With a dazzling touch of dew,Yet before the first of canon blast,Undoubtably, she knew. She faced the…
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Regency-Era Hobbies
As appalling as this may sound, as unbelievably insane… Wait a minute. Perhaps you should sit down for this, brace yourself. All right. Deep breaths. Where was I? Oh yes. As appalling as…
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All Those Christmas Traditions
We so often associate Christmas with Santa Claus and decorated evergreens and red-and-white candy canes. Every year, as December rolls along, we begin to prepare for the season. We get out our Christmas…
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Jimmie Abram
You have just stumbled into the world of Garden of the Midnights, where a small stone house sits alone on a section of Sharottewood land. If you chance to walk inside, you’ll find…
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Exclusive Interview with Regency Author Carolyn Miller
Hello from West Virginia to Australia, Carolyn Miller! I’m so happy to have you on my blog today, and I can’t wait to dive into the interview. Are you ready? First of all,…
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Book Signing
A big shout to everyone who participated in my recent book signing. When I consider all the support I’ve received—not only from my family, friends, and church—but also from my community, I feel…
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12 Ways to Fail as a Writer
If you should like to spend hours upon countless hours writing a manuscript no one will ever touch, printing a book no one will ever desire to read, or building a career that…
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We’re Only Small People
We have the capability of building towers. We have the intelligence to create machinery and to solve democratic issues. We have the wealth to buy luxuries and privileges. We have the strength to…
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Mr. William Kensley
Enter into the world of Garden of the Midnights, where the gardens are rich with fragrance and the terrain is green and sloping. If you chance to wander from the manor, in the early…
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A Thought on Life
Man can never derive contentment from what others give him. He can never be truly satisfied by the praise of mortal lips, or the caress of loving hand. There is nothing that can…
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