Welcome to my blog where I share whatever is on my "Lane" brain. I've been an editor, columnist, freelance writer, teacher, and lecturer. I've written everything from greeting cards to web content to feature stories and advertisements.
***My fifth novel, OUR LADY OF THE ROSES, a romantic comedy set in Rome and featuring Janetta from my first book, ST. ANNE'S DAY, will be published this fall.***
The Rose Ring was a delightful, easy read--just what I was looking for during a particularly stressful time in my life. I read it in one evening. The characters are likeable and believable, and you probably know someone like just like them. The two divergent story lines came together at the end to teach a powerful lesson--that sometimes you may not learn from YOUR past, but from SOMEONE ELSE'S past.
If you are in the mood for a heartwarming, charming love story, you can't go wrong with The Rose Ring.
Do you like quiet?When I was a kid I thought quiet was a curse.You had to be quiet in school and church and
even when playing in the evening in my grandma’s backyard because Hazel, they
elderly next door neighbor lady, went to bed at 7 p.m.--even in the
I grew up in the 70s when loud music reigned supreme.Why even the groups told you to pump up the
volume.Who can forget Lynrd Skynrd’s
encouragement to “Turn it up!” in Sweet Home Alabama?Or Elton John’s lyrics in Bennie and the
Jets:You’re going to hear electric
music, solid walls of sound?And truly
the music played back then sometimes felt like a brick wall pounding your
body.Does anybody remember the
Bone-Phone?It was a sock-like device
you draped around your neck that played music that only you could hear because
it sent sound waves through your bones.I never had one, but my first rock concert was to see Seals & Crofts
at the Civic Arena.My date got us
front-row seats directly in front of the speakers that seemed 20-feet
high.It was so loud, you could feel the
sound waves thumping in your chest, and my ears rang for days afterward.
Back then noise was cool; quiet wasn’t.Today, I feel differently, especially after
the past few weeks that I’ve had.
My family room ceiling developed a leak after that first big
snowfall we had last December.We
decided we would try to patch it and opt for a new roof in the spring.We went away for a week in the beginning of
March, and when we returned, the leak had gotten worse.Apparently, it had been leaking behind the
wall.Long story short, the wall and
ceiling had to be gutted and the restoration services company that did the work
brought in three heavy-duty fans and a humidifier to dry up the water
damage.The fans had to run continuously
from Tuesday afternoon until Friday.I
felt as if we’d moved into an airplane hangar.The sound made it unbearable to sit in the family room, and I couldn’t
hear the phone in the kitchen.I had to
snag the portable and run into the living room to talk to anyone.We holed up in my bedroom for three nights
watching TV, but you could still hear the hum of the fans.
Yes, silence is golden.
The day after the fans left, we got a new car, and we’ve
been looking around a while for a puppy.We found a sweetheart of a pup and made arrangements to meet the breeder
in the Walmart parking lot in Uniontown.I thought it would be a nifty idea to take the new car.We found the breeder, got our puppy (who is
adorable) and had a bit of trouble with the key fob and the car’s alarm
system.When my husband opened the car
door, the alarm wouldn’t shut off no matter how many times we pushed the disarm
button.Finally after pushing buttons,
manually unlocking doors, it shut off.It did that several times, but the kicker was after we finally got the
alarm to cease, we put the key in the ignition to head for home, but when he
started the engine, the alarms came on and stayed on.And every time we started the car, the horn
Here we were 90 minutes from
home, with a new puppy, new car, cell phones dying with what sounded likethe
Tijuana Brass was under our hood.Eventually, the brass band morphed into a sound that could only be
described as one of Canada geese being strangled.Mercifully, AAA sent a fellow named Bubba, who
should have been named Prince Charming because he fiddled with the locks a bit
and silenced it so we could drive home.
Gratuitous Puppy Photo of Mickey
The puppy, which we named Mickey, is a blue roan
cockachon.His mother was a blue roan
cocker spaniel and his father a bichon frise.He looks like a four-pound pile of ashes and is a big cuddler.If you have read my column before, you know
that I have very little experience with dogs.With ears still ringing, we settled in for our first night with Mickey,
who we put in a crate and set by the bedside.After a bit of whining, he fell asleep, but he awoke at 2:30.If I didn’t know that we had a puppy in the
crate, I would have thought we’d brought home some exotic creature from the
Amazon because the noise that emanated from his crate certainly didn’t sound
canine.My dog-loving friends tell me
things will get better on the sleeping scene.
Now, that spring is here, thoughts are turning to
vacation.A few people have asked me
what our plans are for this summer?With
roof repairs and a new puppy, I’m not certain, but I wonder if Travelocity has
any package deals to a silent monastery.
This originally appeared in the April issue of Northern Connection magazine.