Becca Whitham's Blog

I recently spoke at a writing retreat. The camp is nestled in the beautiful Cascade Mountains and, after I was done with the majority of my speaking, I felt inspired to write. To JUST write. I didn't do any research, I didn't chart out my plot, nor did I work on any character development. I simply opened my computer and started to type. (NOTE: Before writing, I had been reading several stories from The Regency Brides Collection published by Barbour.) It was fabulous. I don't think I've just written for the sheer joy of writing in ten years. Here's the story I started:London, EnglandSeptember, 1897Why yes, there were worse things than living with parents who hated each other so much they never spoke except through an intermediary…usually her.Elizabeth Carver wrapped her arms around her waist, the diamonds sewn into her bodice cutting into her flesh. Gilt mirrors reflected a thousand candles from three massive chandeliers lighting a ballroom filled with swirling, shimmery pastel silks and winking gems that made her eyes hurt. The smell of clashing perfumes, hair pomades, and sweating dancers combined to curdle her stomach. Stifling heat made breathing difficult yet couldn’t penetrate the cold in her bones.And the noise. Gracious, the noise!The string ensemble played every note full force to be heard over chattering, laughing, and the occasional drunken shriek.Yet her small corner was silent. No one crossed whatever invisible barrier surrounded her to ask her to dance or draw her into a conversation.They stared though. Oh how they stared! The questions in their eyes were as clear as if they’d shouted. The men wondered who among them was desperate enough to marry the dowdy American heiress, while the woman wanted to know whether the mousy girl against the wall had enough gumption to ruin their social aspirations should she—like Yankee heiresses who'd crossed the ocean before her—marry a duke or earl.If only they knew that all she wanted was to marry a man who loved her, and she didn’t care if he was a duke, a parson, or a chimney sweep. She was tired of living in luxury suffocated by bitterness. And she wanted out of London. As soon as possible. Were someone brave enough to approach her, she would offer her entire dowry for a simple carriage ride back to the house her mother had rented for the season.As though the thought had conjured her up, Mother appeared on the edge of the dance floor. She frowned then immediately fixed a smile on her face. As soon as she was within range, she whispered, “What are you doing hiding over here?” Her mother’s question was full of the coldness Elizabeth associated with this woman who was supposed to love her. “I didn’t pay Charles Worth an exorbitant amount of money for that”—Mother swept her gaze over the white satin gown which, in spite of the renowned dressmaker’s skill, couldn’t disguise Elizabeth’s dumpling-like figure—“for you to disappear into the wall.”Elizabeth cast a glance over her shoulder. “I don’t think the Duchess of Suffolk would appreciate you disparaging her walls in such a way.” Indeed, the skillfully painted murals interspersed between the giant mirrors depicted forests, gardens, and meadows. They were in no way plain, drab, and white.“Do not be insolent, child.” Were they home, the command would have been punctuated by a slap. “I will not tolerate any insubordination from you. You will dance and smile and be the perfect debutante, or I shall drag you out of this room by your ear, your father’s wishes be hung.”Elizabeth almost laughed. Her father wanted to broaden his shipping business to England, that was true, but he didn’t need to marry his daughter into the English aristocracy to do it. That was mother’s idea. She’d orchestrated this entire ridiculous season in London to vicariously fulfill her own wish to be addressed as Lady Something-or-other. And she would do nothing to ruin her daughter’s prospects.The knowledge lifted Elizabeth’s chin. “Go ahead. Drag me by my ear. It couldn’t be any more embarrassing than dressing me up like a doll and dropping me into a society with rules I don’t understand but threaten my ruin should I fail to follow them.”During the long weeks it took to cross the Atlantic, Elizabeth was drilled on the varying depths of curtsies afforded to the prince versus a duke versus a mere baron, the proper way to pour tea, and the vital necessity of a chaperone to preserve the reputation—and marital prospects—of a single lady.Truly, the important matters of life.And all to impress people she found as intolerable as the weather on this wretched, little island filled with wretched, little-minded people who despised their need for outsiders’ money to maintain their wretched, little lives. If there was a single person in this social class who looked beyond their own comforts, she’d eat the ostrich feathers poked in her tightly wound hair bun.The sound of her mother’s voice penetrated the haze of disillusionment filling Elizabeth’s mind. “…follow me to meet him now.”“No.” The refusal fell from her lips when Elizabeth meant to only voice it inside her head.Red filled Mother’s cheeks. “Do not cross me girl, or I will make your life sheer misery.”An empty threat, if ever there was one.Mother’s eyes narrowed. “And I shall make Debra’s life a misery as well.”After typing this, I sat back and stared at the words. I had no idea who Debra was: Elizabeth's horse, her maid, her younger sister, or her pet parakeet. Instead of trying to figure it out, I decided it would be fun to let you decide. So...tell me who you think Debra is and why her welfare matters to Elizabeth. I'll choose my favorite suggestion, send a prize to the winner, and keep the story going using the winning suggestion.

I’m being interviewed today about my writing process. In typical “Becca” fashion, that means I’ve spent hours thinking about it so I’ll be prepared to answer. A big part of my process is spending hours alone thinking through hundreds of different angles to a story. I usually start with a plot, then possible plot twists, then what kind of personality would have the most trouble handling those events, and finally what character arc would get them from point A to point Z.This process can take weeks. Sometimes months. It looks like I’m doing nothing when—in fact—I’m working through a very complicated process.Which got me thinking about something else.Me.I’ve written before about what a revelation it was to realize I’m an artist. Today I realized something else. I like living inside my head. I like having time to mull things over for long periods of time. “La-la Land” is my home planet. But it’s not a place highly prized by teachers and parents.Which means my formative years were spent thinking there was something wrong with me.Because the other thing which is true of me is that I value being perceived as competent. In school, that meant getting good grades as they are the measure of competence. You don’t get good grades by going to La-la Land. From the time I was in kindergarten, teachers said I spent too much time day-dreaming. It was bad or wrong or inefficient or whatever other adjective you want to fill in.Yet this rich inner life I have—the place where I can take one small thing and turn it into a whole novel—is the very thing I like best about me. I wonder…how many other artists have spent years thinking the best part of them is wrong?Please don’t think I’m blaming my parents or teachers. I’ve been both. I know the stresses they are under. They weren’t wrong to require me to focus on the task at hand, but at some point I need to let go of what made me a good student and embrace what makes me a good me.That point is today.

Last week my husband promoted to the rank of major in the US Army. Our kids came to celebrate both it and our delayed Christmas celebration. Here are some picture of the promotion taken by a good friend.Nathan often introduces himself as "Becca's husband." It's his way of telling me he's proud of me. Well folks, I'm here to tell you I'm proudly CH (MAJ) Nathan Whitham's wife.

My husband and I are currently in New York visiting our son for the holiday. We attended his church on Sunday and heard what may be the best sermon I've ever heard. It was certainly in my top five. The pastor delved into the story of John the Baptist and what it tells us about how God sometimes deals with his faithful servants.Now John the Baptist was as faithful to fulfilling his God-given purpose as a man can be. His job was to prepare the way for his cousin - also known as Jesus - the Messiah. Jesus says of him, "...there has not risen one greater than John the Baptist." John was known to all levels of society and revered as a prophet of God. He spoke truth wherever he went. One day he tells King Herod a bit of truth...it was not lawful for him to "have" his brother's wife. Nothing terribly revelatory about that, it's pretty much unlawful for any man to sleep with another man's wife, no less his own brother's. However it made Herodias (Herod's brother's wife) really mad. Like killing mad. She talked Herod into arresting John but that was as far as it went for a long time. No matter how much Herodias pushed for John to be executed, Herod wouldn't budge because he feared what the people would do if he killed a prophet. (Mt. 14: 5)While John is languishing in prison, he sends a message to his cousin that basically says, "Hey bro...did you forget about me? 'Cause I'm here in prison and you say your the Messiah, but you've done nothing to get me out. So are you the Messiah or not? Do you have power or not? You know, the kind of power that will set me free." (Okay, so what he actually says is "Are you the Coming One or should we look for another?" but my expounded version is still accurate.) When Jesus hears the message, he doesn't even bother to go see his cousin. He tells John's followers (the ones who delivered the message) to go back to the prison and report what they have seen and heard: that the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the poor have the gospel preached to them. Then Jesus adds this stinging rebuke, "Blessed is he who is not offended because of Me" which is another way of saying, "Do you doubt who I am because I'm not coming to your rescue? Shame on you." (Mt. 11: 2-6) Poor John. All he wants is for his own cousin to come see him and - with some of that power that's raising people from the dead - be delivered from sitting in prison for telling the truth. But Jesus doesn't come to John's rescue. In Mt. 14 we read that Herodias finally gets her way by having her daughter dance for Herod at his birthday bash. Now scripture doesn't record what kind of dance this was but it probably wasn't ballet, if you catch my drift. And by the way, what kind of mother sends her teenage daughter out to "dance" for her uncle and his guests while they are all drop dead drunk? But I digress. Herod is so thrilled with the girl that he promises her whatever she wants. After consulting with her mother, the girl comes back and says she want John the Baptist's head. On a platter.So then Jesus sends an angel with a flaming sword to keep the executioner away from John and, while everyone is blinded by angelic light, throws open John's prison door so he can escape. Oh...wait. Wrong story. That's basically what happens to Peter in Acts 12. No, for John the Baptist, his story ends like this: " So he (Herod) sent and had John beheaded in prison. And his head was brought on a platter and given to the girl, and she brought it to her mother." (Mt. 14: 10-11)The most faithful man ever to walk the earth, and God allows him to be beheaded. The most faithful servant of God - aka Jesus himself - also isn't spared regardless of his pleading. Jesus goes to the garden and says, "My soul is sick unto death. Can you please take this trial away from me? Dad? Buddy? Please? Okay then, we'll go with your plan instead of mine." (Mt. 26:38-44) And the thing is, Jesus didn't just ask once he asked three times for God to change his mind.Ever feel like that? Your soul is sick, you are pleading with God for help, and you know good and well that you've been faithfully serving so why isn't God coming to your rescue? I have.Sometimes God throws open the prison doors and sometimes he doesn't. For Jesus there was no rescue. Think of that...the God of the universe, the one who put the plan of salvation into place, the infinitely creative God who is never stumped for ideas or plot twists doesn't save his own son from a brutal, horrifying death.Because God had a purpose. John the Baptist's purpose was to prepare the way for the Messiah's ministry. He did that. He did it well. And when he had served his purpose, God allowed his life to end. Jesus's death also served God's purpose. But to many, many people around the world, Jesus' death looks like a sign of failure. The Jews certainly were looking for a different kind of Messiah and, to be fair, they are right to expect a political and national hero. The Old Testament is filled with prophesies about the conquering Messiah who will deliver Israel from her enemies, set up a never-ending kingdom, and make Jerusalem the center of world power. Yet we know that Jesus' death served the purpose of saving souls from the penalty of sin. One day Jesus will come back and fulfill the rest of the prophesies by being the conquering Messiah. In the meantime, those of us who are followers of Christ are to fulfill our purpose and not fall into the temptation to judge whether Jesus is who he claimed to be just because he isn't coming to our physical rescue.So set your goals for 2019 but remember that you serve God's purpose and - regardless of your plans - His will is going to be done."Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." Ps. 19:21

I don't know how it is for other authors, but I absolutely shut down when it's deadline crunch time. I put off everything...and I mean EVERYTHING until that book is done and turned in. I'm a week past getting the last story in the Montana Brides series turned in and am just now coming up for air.One of the things I've put off is drawing names of winners from RomCon back in October. Here are the winners:Mousepad: Krista GarciaBook Bag: Shelia ChidesterEarrings: Jan WolfeThank you for your patience. I'll be contacting you via email so I can get a mailing address. And now back to real life just in time to start shopping for Thanksgiving.

Several friends of mine got together to host a give-away. For every author you follow on BookBub, you get one entry. The authors are Tracie Peterson, Kimberley Woodhouse, Jocelyn Green, Jamie Jo Wright, and me. If you tweet or blog about the give away, you get another chance to win. The contest runs for the next two weeks, so be sure to enter soon.5 Author BookBub Give Away

Let me start today's interview with an apology to Karen. I asked her to be my guest for June--when her novel released--and I totally dropped the ball. Which she didn't deserve. Karen is one of my "buy it as soon as it releases" authors AND she offered to give away an autographed copy of the story to one US reader. I let myself get overwhelmed with my own stuff and didn't get this posted in June when her latest novel released.Anyway...Karen and I met at a writer's retreat sponsored by Tracie Peterson back in February of 2011. Her first book, Head in the Clouds, had just released. We've reconnected several times since then, mostly at ACFW where we've stood side-by-side singing soprano in the conference choir. I adore Karen. ADORE her! Her stories are full of history, humor, and suspense...all my favorite things. But as much as I love her writing, I love her more. She's a delight in a quiet, confident, witty way. Without further ado, here's Karen in her own words: Fast Five:1. Coffee or tea?Tea, all the way. And none of those fancy herbal blends. Give me black tea sweetened with honey, and I'm a happy camper. In fact, that is my go-to "snack" every afternoon. I try not to nibble too much between meals, but I look forward to my tea breaks.Oh...I knew we were kindred spirits. Tea, tea, and more tea for me.2.Morning person or night owl?Morning. I turn into a pumpkin at 10:00 pm.3. Cashews or mixed nuts?Cashews, especially if they are honey-roasted. Yumm!4. Planner or go-with-the-flow?My family would laugh at this even being asked. I'm a planner. Vacations – I have hotel reservations, itineraries, and activities lined out well in advance. In the day-to-day, I can let my guard down a little more and allow a bit more spontaneity, but I'm a planner at the core.5. Curling iron or flat iron?For years I was curling iron only. Now I actually use both. As I've gotten *ahem* older, my hair frizzes much more easily, so I use the flat iron to smooth the frizz then curl the ends to add some bounce.But seriously…1. How did you get into writing?I'm not one of those authors who always knew she was a writer. Although in the third grade, I did write and illustrate a stunningly magnificent book entitled about an astronaut who discovered a purple planet full of purple people who were terrorized by the One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater.No, for me, I always knew I was a reader. My mom used to have to force me out of hiding to socialize when we had guests because I preferred sitting in my room with my stack of library books for company. I would daydream romantic storylines, and when I grew into an adult, I started jotting those ideas down in a journal. Maybe someday I would give writing a try.Then in 2003, my husband discovered he was losing his job. I had three pre-school children at home. Perhaps now was that someday I'd been waiting for. Six months later, both my husband and I had new full-time jobs, but by this time the writing bug had bitten hard. I haven't been able to shake it since.This answer makes so much sense to me! I too was always a reader. Writing was a "maybe someday" thing until my husband deployed, my kids were launched, and I was staring down a year of solitude. Nathan made me promise to "do something with all those stories (I'd) written over the years." Not much I could say to that except, "Yes, sir!"2.When you’re ready to throw in the towel, what motivates you to keep writing?I would say there are three main motivators. First, my readers. Their love and support for my stories pushes me to keep going, and not only that, but to create the best possible story I can every time. Second (and this is squarely on the practical end but true nonetheless), the paycheck. Nearly all of the college fund money in my children's accounts have come from my writing income. Much of our retirement nest egg is supported the same way. Money is not my main motivator, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a factor. Third, and by far the most important, I remind myself that God has called me to this path, and I must be obedient to his call. I have witnessed his influence on my journey more times than I can count, and as long as he is equipping me for this ministry, it is my duty to follow where he leads.3. What deadline has been the hardest for you to keep? Why?I give myself mini deadlines to keep from getting in trouble when the manuscript due dates roll around. I am a very slow, careful writer who writes basically one draft. I edit as I go, getting feedback from critique partners along the way, but write only one draft. Since my books are typically around 36-40 chapters long, I schedule to write one polished chapter a week. This leaves me time to write one full-length novel and one novella a year. As long as I keep up with those mini deadlines, the big ones don't hurt. I rarely turn in a manuscript early any more, but I've never (yet) turned one in late.Says the planner...whom I now hate. LOL!4. Where has this writing journey taken you that you never expected?Well, if I take your question literally (and I will), I'd have to say that I never imagined my books would take me to Germany and The Netherlands. I've been blessed to have my books published in a handful of foreign languages, and a couple years ago, I had the opportunity to visit both Holland and Germany to do book tours with my foreign publishers. I met wonderful people, saw beautiful sites, and fostered relationships that are still blessing me today.That's so amazing! No foreign book tours for me, but maybe someday. (Although I am cruising down the Danube River in a few days. YEE!)5. What have the characters from More Than Meets the Eye taught you as you wrote their story?My themes and spiritual threads always seems to tie into my own struggles. I might not be an orphan with heterochromia, but I know the pain of rejection and the desire to shun conflict and hide myself away. I might not be an ex-gambler bent on avenging his father's death, but I know what it is like to lose my father at an early age and how that grief can change the trajectory of my life.Our Lord came to bring hope to the outcast, to adopt the unwanted into his family, and to turn shame into glorious victory. Yet, too often, I am afraid to reach out to people who make me uncomfortable. I crave the comfortable and the easy. I need to do a better job of having eyes that are open to see those who are hurting and ostracized. And not only to see them, but to see them through the eyes of Jesus, to see them as people of value, who have a story that has led them to this point, a story that if I took the time to get to know might completely change my opinion of them. May I find the compassion and courage to reach out in kindness and friendship to those who are different than me and perhaps become an anchor for a lost soul in danger of drifting away.And if y'all weren't anxious to read More Than Meets the Eye before, you are now. I know I am! (BTW, just for giggles, spellcheck doesn't recognize "heterochromia." It's suggested alternate is "petrochemical." Huh?)6. My tagline is “Love. History.” In light of that, if you could go back into your own history and give yourself one piece of advice about love, what would it be?For Karen's answer, be sure to subscribe to my newsletter which will include instructions about how to win not one, but two books! One from Karen and one from me. The newsletter will go live on Sunday, Sept. 2 and you'll have a week to be entered in the drawing for the books. I'll be selecting a winner as soon as I come home from my cruise. If I'm awake. If not, you might have a few more days. A big thank you to Karen for joining us here, for letting us get to know her a little, and for her generous offer to send a signed copy of her latest release. And for being patient while I got my act together to publish her interview. Not that she had any say in the matter, but just the same...More to come from me as I cruise down the Danube. I'm not sure if I'll get to post much while we're on the ship, but I'll do my best to share pictures and experiences. See you again soon!

Can I be really honest with you? It's been almost two months since I accepted the Spur Award for "Best Western Romance Novel" from the Western Writers of America and I still don't know how to feel about it. Here are ten emotions vying for top billing, but there are at least twenty-five more trying to get out:startled- because this was a big deal, and I didn't understand just how big until I was thereunworthiness - because The Promise Bride is a co-authored story so Gina Welborn, my writing partner, really should have been there to accept with mepride - because this was a big dealamazement - because people wanted to meet me and buy our bookstar struck - because I got to meet some famous peopleshocked - because those same famous people were congratulating meidiotic- because I bumbled through my acceptance speechthankful- because of the huge number of people who've poured into me allowing me to stand behind that podium, award in hand and gratitude swelling my throat, while their faces swam before my eyes making my vision blurrystuck - because what if the next two stories in the series aren't as good? overwhelmed - because of all of the aboveI put off writing this post waiting for the emotions to settle so I could eloquently express them. If two months didn't give me enough time, another two won't help. This was my first--and perhaps only--award. Even though I had months to prepare and rehearse a 90-second speech (I mean, really? How am I supposed to fit everything that needs to be said into a minute and a half?), all that practice went right out of my head the minute the award was placed in my hand. I walked to the podium in a daze, stared down at the award, and thought, "I don't know what to say. What am I supposed to say?" As best I can recall, this is what came out:"My writing journey began in 2010 when my husband deployed to Afghanistan. On his way out the door, he took my face in his hands and said, 'This is not going to be a wasted year. You will--do you hear me?--you will do something about all those stories you've written over the years.' Now what was I supposed to say to that? I saluted him and said, 'Yes, sir.' Two months later, I joined the American Christian Fiction Writers group and met Kimberley Woodhouse who taught me how to write for publication...which is a very different skill than writing for the fun of it. Three years later, the army moved us to Oklahoma where I met Gina Welborn, co-author of The Promise Bride. As proud as I am of this story and our partnership in it, I'm even prouder to call Gina my friend. I wish she could be here tonight to accept this award with me. Both of us are deeply grateful to win an award with such a long and prestigious history behind it, and we are deeply humbled to be the inaugural winners of the Romance Novel category. But as grateful as we are to the Western Writers of America, we are even more grateful to be part of the Kensington Publishing family, and particularly to Selena James, who believed in us and this story enough to submit it for the Spur Award. Thank you--all of you--for honoring us with this award. We are truly grateful."What you can't see in the above is how long it took me to start, how shaky my voice was, and the tears in my eyes by the time I was done. Even typing it out makes my heart race and my eyes water. I am so grateful I got to attend.But next time, if there is a next time, I'm writing out my speech!

Do you ever get overwhelmed by life? I do. And I am right now. Nothing bad, plenty of good, and lots of just stuff. Short version, I flew to Washington State for some big, extended family events, spent a week with my best friend while we traveled to Montana so I could accept the Spur Award, came home to a bunch of "to do" items which had piled up while I was gone, am getting ready to leave next week for another writing conference after which I'll fly straight to my husband's military endorsers conference, am looking forward to a cruise down the Danube River in August, and somewhere in all of that I need to write a book.That's why you haven't seen much of me.I promise I will post pictures and give you a full update on everything, but right now I'm simply trying to keep my head above water.In the meantime, here's my favorite picture from the Spur Awards. It was a lovely evening, and I was so nervous, the speech I'd rehearsed flew out of my head. For the life of me, I can barely remember a word I said. I might have cried a bit, too.Or a lot.

I honestly don't remember the first time I met Carla...maybe at some function for writers in Colorado while my hubs was stationed at Ft. Carson. I do, however, have a distinct memory from a writers conference.It was 2015, I was recently published, and I was speaking with an agent about representation. This agent asked me to talk about my book and, as I'm in the middle of describing it, Carla walked by. The agent turned away from me to track down Carla. To tell you the truth, I didn't blame the agent. Carla is a superstar in the Christian fiction world. She has a wonderful sense of story, and her McDonald family series is one of my all-time favorites.As it turns out, we ended up represented by the same agency. She's a delightful lady, an award-winning author, and has a wicked sense of humor. I'm thrilled to give you a little peek inside her head as my guest this month.Fast Five:Coffee or tea? Tea YES! A fellow tea drinker!!Morning person or night owl? Morning person… I do my best work before 11am. And all the love I was feeling by our mutual love of tea just flew out the window.Cashews or mixed nuts – Neither. I’m sensitive to most nuts, so my only choices are almonds, pecans, or pistachios.Planner or go-with-the-flow? Planner. Times twelve.Curling iron or flat iron? Flat ironBut seriously…How did you get into writing?I’ve written stories for almost as long as I could hold a pencil, I think. I wrote my first story at six; I got my first short story published at 11; I wrote my first novel at 16. And yet it took another nineteen years to get a book deal! I’ve always written, even while holding a full time job and raising kids. I feel really fortunate that I get to make it my day job now.2. When you’re ready to throw in the towel, what motivates you to keep writing?The readers. Whenever I think that it’s become too much (I often say I should have taken up something easier, like alligator wrestling), I get an email from someone who’s loved my books or felt a special connection to one of my characters, and that motivates me to get back to work. I’m always conscious of the reader when I’m writing. If they’re going to spend their hard-earned money on my book, I want them to walk away feeling like it was worth it. I never want to settle for “just good enough.”3. What deadline has been the hardest for you to keep? Why?Back in 2014, I was writing two series for two different publishers in two different genres. Because a couple of release dates got pushed back, I ended up editing two books at the same time…over the holidays. I literally rewrote one book in November (mostly over Thanksgiving weekend) and the other in December (over Christmas break). By the time I was done, I just wanted to spend a week in bed. I think I did, actually…I remember that! I kept thinking, "Why would she do that to herself?" 4. Where has this writing journey taken you that you never expected?I never expected that because of my writing, I would make lifelong friends who would become like family. I’m an only child, so I never had sisters growing up, but I’m happy to say that I do now.5. What have the characters from The Saturday Night Supper Club taught you as you wrote their story?The line from that can sum up the entire book is “You are not the sum of your accomplishment or failures.” For someone who is a bit of a type-A accomplishment junkie, that reminder to take a deep breath and just be is deeply meaningful. More than any other book I’ve written, this story grew out of my own personal journey toward grace.I love that! I'm not a compete type-A personality, but I so need that reminder of grace today!6. Around here, we're all about “Love. History.” In light of that, if you could go back into your own history and give yourself one piece of advice about love, what would it be?Carla will answer this in my newsletter coming out on Friday, May 18. Be sure to subscribe here. In honor of her "foodie" story, I'll be sharing a couple recipes along with the story behind them. I hope you'll join us!A big thank you to Carla for joining us. To connect with her, click on her picture to be taken to her website. To order The Saturday Night Supper Club, click here or on the picture above.