It’s been a while since I posted, mostly due to technical difficulties. I’ve grown so dependent on technology to communicate that when it doesn’t work, I’m hobbled! We’ve been busy in the last couple of days: a walking tour of Royal London, and an afternoon of beach combing on the Thames at low tide, much…
Copyright 2012 by Shelley Adina Bates All rights reserved Somewhere over the Atlantic, September 1889 The man’s eyes bulged out in his final moments and he glared with brutal accusation. “You—” he choked. “You did it … you’ll regret it …” She faltered back, but her feet tangled in her apple-green skirts and she couldn’t…
An old proverb that no Native American person probably ever said goes something like, “You can’t judge another man unless you walk a mile in his moccasins.” That may be true in life … but for me, it’s certainly true when I’m writing. Because I’m a costumer. Several years ago I was researching a Regency…