Author Archives: Donna Coulson

The house is quiet and I’ve been at the computer writing on book four of Emmaline’s Story since about eleven o’clock. Karl is gone to work. The clicking of my keyboard keeps me company. So, why am I laughing out loud? Here’s the scene.  I’m writing away. In my story, Martin is thinking of painting … Continue reading »

My copies of Retaining Hope arrived Saturday!  I think you are going to like this third book in Emmaline’s story.  Emmaline, Graham, Maud and Sunny are off to England. The holiday/honeymoon starts off well as Maud and Thad are reunited and Graham’s family graciously welcomes them. The couple soon realizes that post-WW1 England is struggling, … Continue reading »

The weather forecast is calling for wind chills between MINUS FORTY AND MINUS FIFTY this weekend. Dear God, Thank you for the gas stove in the basement, my warm bodied husband to snuggle me, and for a sewing project! Amen.

We received a jigsaw puzzle for Christmas this year. (Thanks Sam and Allison!) I’m not much of a puzzle do-er, my spatial awareness is lacking on good days, but since it was there, we decided to give it a go. And it was tough going. Firstly, this puzzle is laser cut on wood, and the … Continue reading »

                August is a glorious month filled with picnics and sunshine. Except. For a few, August is wrenching and painful.  I’m thinking about moms today.  Moms who have spent the last nineteen or so years of their lives devoted mainly to one thing: raising their babies.  Moms who are this month caught up in the … Continue reading »

I grew up standing up on the front seat of our Studebaker with only my mom’s arm to protect me when she hit the brakes.  When my children were babies, I held them while we drove (sometimes when I drove!) Later, they had booster seats so they could see out the window.  From the time … Continue reading »

For most of last week our temperature didn’t get above freezing. No surprise, I hate the cold, especially when accompanied by Wyoming’s vicious wind. Despite this, once I ignore the fact that I can’t feel my toes, and I ignore the discomfort of needing to go to the bathroom but deciding that it just isn’t … Continue reading »

There’s something sublime about snorkeling. Contacts in, face mask seated tight, snorkel in my mouth- check.  Wade out to thigh-deep water and slip on the fins.  Bend at the waist, push off and lift my feet.  Instantly weightless, immediately transported to a whole new realm: surrounded, embraced, and welcomed.  The dominant sound is of my … Continue reading »

When we landed in Miami on our way home last week, we had just about half an hour to make our next flight.  We were both a bit nervous about making that connection, especially when I checked and found that we were arriving at D-9 and needed to depart from D-33.  From past experience in … Continue reading »