Sharon Stephenson

Time is Passing. Are You? These words were printed above a doorway at Glenwood High School, in Canton, Ohio. I passed under those words every day during high school—they weren’t…

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I’m late again, but this time I have an excuse I’d just as soon not have. A little over two weeks ago I woke up to the news that my brother Dave, two years younger than me and my nearest sibling, had died suddenly in his home. It was a chronic heart condition that took him, despite his belief—and recent assurances to his family—that all was reasonably well with his health. My husband Roy and I journeyed from London to Boston that same day—two years to the day we had made the trip in reverse, travelling from Boston to London to be in the UK in time for the funeral of my husband Roy’s mother. Two things happened while I…

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When I first left home, September 1971, at the age of 19, I could fit all my possessions into my VW Bug.…

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I have just finished Between a Rock, my latest book in my BREAKING CAMP MYSTERY SERIES. I had hoped to have it through its final edit and on sale by spring, but spring is late coming to England this year, and I’m afraid I’m a bit late as well! One of the more onerous tasks of self-publishing is self-editing. I have always hated going back over anything I’ve done before—but I actually don’t mind editing my books because…

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As I write this on the last day of February (yes, I’ll be on time with my BLOG this month!) it is snowing- the British have named these past 3 days of cold temperatures and snowfalls the ‘Beast from the East’ and where I live we’ve had an accumulation of about 5”. I grew up in snow—in the aptly named town of Geneva, in New York State, where snowfalls were often marked in feet. And for most of my life I’ve lived in states that had snowy winters—New York, Ohio, Minnesota, Washington, and…

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On February 1st, I was sitting alone in our family room, looking up through the skylights at the brilliant blue sky (unusual for England, especially in winter) and said aloud, “Dad, if you’re ready to go, this would be a good day for traveling.” Not ten minutes later my husband, who was out walking our dog, called to say his father had…

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FOLLOWING THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD I wish you all a happy and healthy New Year! “The old year now hath passed away”…words from an old Lutheran hymn and so appropriate for a NEW YEAR. I didn’t get that quite right one time- I was working for a church and in typing up the Sunday morning ‘bulletin’ or program, I mistakenly listed the hymn title as “The old year now…

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My father always said I was “a day late and a dollar short”, and so, keeping in character, I am ‘late’ with…

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I’ve been reading Lucy Worsley’s biography about Jane Austen (Lucy is a UK historian & TV presenter). At the same time I’m reading Northanger Abbey and I’m watching Sense and Sensibility. I’ve never read Jane Austen before and I must admit there…

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TRAVELLING HOME I’m late with my October blog because my husband and I have just returned from a two week trip to America- it had been 18 months since I was last there- the longest I’ve ever been away from the USA. We flew into Denver, and thanks to a pre-season winter storm raging in Yellowstone and Teton National Parks, we headed south instead of north. After threading our way through the Rockies, where…

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September—the month of autumn and all my favorite colors—is frequently the time when I check my compass bearing and make sure I’m headed in a direction I want to go. Often correcting my course means making a move—which I’ve done several times from coast to coast and in between!…

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It’s the middle of summer and I’m working on another book in my Breaking Camp Series. This time the Trasks are visiting the Black Hills of South Dakota. I’ve been through this area three times. The first time was when my family visited on a camping trip- we set up our Coleman Apache pop-up camper…

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