Laurel and Jeremy Calloway have found the perfect little house in the woods. Ready for a new start outside New York City, the young couple happen upon a house as they drive, lost, along a New Jersey road. They soon meet a neighbor who thinks this is the right home for them and she’s the right neighbor to welcome them to town—a town with secrets beneath the surface and terror beneath the smiles.
A new job, a book deal, and a baby on the way. Everything seems right as the couple pursues a life of their dreams … or is it their nightmares? Find out in A House in the Woods, coming spring 2019.
It is a familiar problem: stressful events occur and our digestion goes to hell. For some it means loss of appetite, other will resort to binges on comfort foods. Diarrhea, constipation, bloating and indigestion are other common reactions to stress. I fall prey to all of these as well and over the decades have figured a few things out to help. First, minimize stress as much as you can. Second, don’t allow the stress to send you off the rails in your food choices.
If we can minimize the increase in stress hormones being produced, that is a step in the right direction.
Maintaining an anti-inflammatory diet, as much as possible, is a good start. The following tips will reduce cortisol and adrenaline, which increase in stress. Limit as much as you can these foods:
A holiday update: I’m working on two new releases for 2019. A House in the Woods serves up a spine-chilling horror story of a young couple expecting their first child and finding the house of their dreams in the New Jersey woods … or is it the house of their nightmares?
In Reservation for Murder, Kyle Callahan returns as he and husband Danny Durban leave New York City to open a bed and breakfast in Lambertville, New Jersey. A writers’ conference brings talent and egos to town, the B & B is booked up, and murder checks in. Coming next year … in the meantime, enjoy a stocking full of shocking with 7 mysteries on sale for the rest of December. Continue reading “A Stocking Full of Shocking with 7 Mysteries On Sale Through December”
That was true when we brought home our Christmas tree back in 2009 and a poor dead mouse fell onto our living room floor. We’ve made do with a little artificial tree ever since. But this year we’re going all Santa Claus and supporting the local 4H Club which is selling trees at the fairgrounds.
Christmas is such a multi-featured concept. As an atheist, I celebrate for the sake of lighting the darkness. As a feminist, I’m aware of the pre-Christian pagan winter rituals that make sense to me: Yule logs. The tree itself. Gifting one another. Celebrations to liven up the doldrums of winter.
Here in our community, the clubhouse is already decorated, thanks to volunteers who might be teens—not seniors—with their mirthful high energy. Some years a local choral group in red bow ties comes to serenade our holiday potluck. Not everyone is up to decorating, but if they have an extra fifteen dollars they’ll hire a handyperson to string outdoor lights. Every year there’s a light show as we walk our mile of roads, calling out good wishes, and swaddled, like our neighbors, in layers that protect us from the ocean winds. Continue reading “Lee Lynch’s Amazon Trail: Not a Creature Was Stirring, Not Even a Mouse”