Grandmotherly Confessions, Part Deux
The last time I visited Lois’s blog to confess my grandmotherly inadequacies was March 24, 2020. If you read the blog back then, you realized I was a mess around newborns through the infant stage. Perhaps then you’ve wondered if I’ve gotten used to the little tyke and have at least grown a grandmother gene.
Alas, that might have been feasible had my daughter and her wife cooperated, and said little tyke remained an only child. What’s happened since 2020? Twins!
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| The twins and their cousin |
So, as of this writing, I now have . . . . Wait for it. SIX GRANDCHILDREN!
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| The three older grandchildren |
Although these children are among the cutest on the face of the planet, Grandmotherly Confessions, Part Deux has required more adjusting. After all, how can I have six grandchildren when I haven’t even applied for Medicare yet?
All right my question is rhetorical; I do remember the birds and the bees’ lectures and know for a fact the stork delivers them!
In my last grandmotherly confession, I complained that so much has changed in the last forty years. Baby monitors, sleep slacks, no sleeping on their tummies, and more.
My children grew up by my admitted wayward instinct and by me spending a lot of time rocking, holding, and, of course, reading to them. Was it time-consuming? Always. Still, the time that they’re infants is so fleeting in the grand scheme of things, I’ll take all the cuddles I can get.
Studies have shown there really is a “love” hormone and the positive correlation between parent-infant contact and oxytocin levels during the infancy period. I’m going with the theory I had enough residual left over from the raising of my own children. It must be so. The bond I feel for my grandchildren is nothing short of amazing.
Until Dead
A Cold Case Suspense, Book 2
This killer won't stop . . . until she’s dead
When Lt. Everett T. Pope is notified of an explosion in downtown Denver close to the judicial buildings, his first instinct is gas leak. No such luck. As Incident Command and Pope's own Major Crimes unit move in, he discovers he knows the intended victims—an Assistant U. S. Attorney—and Pope’s former partner, now a private investigator, has died shielding the injured AUSA with his body.
As ATF and the FBI take over investigating the bombing and unraveling motives behind the murder attempt, Pope is relegated to a peripheral role. But the injured AUSA's aunt is a United States senator used to getting results. She turns to the team that solved the Black Pearl Killer murders with a very big ask—find her answers and locate the bomber.
FBI Special Agent Brian DiPietro must recall his entire cold case team from their far-flung assignments knowing he's being asked to do the impossible. The senator, however, doesn’t know the meaning of the word. All too soon, DiPietro finds his team working alongside ATF on a red-hot mission. One that uncovers a decades' old cold case.
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