The Glamorous Life of a Mediocre Housewife

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Lotty Brooks’ days consist of avoiding thoughts of her failing marriage, changing diapers, and trying not to eat chocolate brioche for breakfast and lunch. However, everything changes when her perfect, lakeside Montana neighborhood begins bustling with crime and she seems to be the target.

Jason Brooks wants to know what happened to the woman he married. Lotty’s a mere shell of her former self. When she becomes the focal point of neighborhood threats, and the town seems to question her innocence, he must decide how well he knows his wife.

As Jason and Lotty try to get to the bottom of the threats and find those responsible, they’ll need to remember what they once loved about each other. Otherwise, they may lose everything and everyone they care about.



Love and Cheese: The Surprising Relationship

I was in the car, on the way home from a stressful trip to the grocery store with my 3 small children. I quickly tore open the newly-purchased bag of cheese sticks, amid yells of, “Mom, hurry up. I’m so hungry” and “Can I eat this fry I just found in my seat?”

I threw a delicious stick of cheesy perfection to each of my 3 children and waited for the “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best. I love you” to follow. Instead, my ears were met with the sounds of what can only be compared to the shrieking of the Ring Wraiths on Lord of the Rings.




The complaints of disgust ensued. “Ew! What is this?” “This tastes like feet.” “Gross, Mom.” (This coming from kids who were fighting over who got to eat the stale fry that was at least a week old.) I took my son’s cheese and tasted it. I had to double check to make sure I was not, in fact, chewing on an eraser. I checked the package. Nope, it was cheese, but the horrible words, now standing out like neon lights, flashed into view: FAT-FREE.



Something you should know about me is I probably have an unhealthy amount of anger towards fat-free items. I seriously hate the stuff. So much so, my angst for fat-free cheese earned a large role in my novel, Love and Fat-Free Cheese.




Here’s the idea:

If you’ve only ever tasted fat-free cheese, it’s probably okay. However, once you’ve tasted delicious, creamy, gourmet cheese,


fat-free pales in comparison and seems an overall assault on the taste buds. You recognize it for the imitation it is.

The same is true for love. If you’ve never been in an authentic, loving relationship, an imitation might suffice. You’re willing to settle, wondering if what you have is the best you can do. You’re more likely to prioritize being in a relationship than the quality of the relationship. But, if you’ve experienced love, you recognize a relationship that is less and understand that it won’t last.


So, the next time you consider buying the chewy imposter cheese that’s trying to pass itself off as healthier, don’t be fooled. And when you feel worry creep in that you’re single and that annoying voice says a so-so relationship must be better than no relationship, turn up that Just a Girl by No Doubt and enjoy a slice of full-fat cheesecake (or forget the slice and eat the whole cake).