Small-Town Christian Romance Author Julie Arduini
Weaving faith, family, and chocolate in stories that feel like home
One of the things my husband admitted he took into consideration was how youthful my mom looked. He thought perhaps if mom was that young, maybe I had those genes. My reaction? “Those aren’t good genes. It’s Clairol!” Mom turned gray at age 16, and I found my first strand at age 25. The year…
Guess what? I happen to be someone set free from people pleasing, yet I remain vain. Is that possible? I think it is. I no longer stay awake nights analyzing what I said, what was said to me, or how to handle a potential situation. But–I refuse to wear a hat unless the wind chill…