Word of the Week – Macaroni

Yes, you read the title right. Today I’m bringing to you an enlightening treatise on the word “macaroni.” =)

Now, in my house “macaroni” is synonymous with “the most common food to be found, because it’s the only thing my kids are 100% guaranteed to eat.” But as with all things we take for granted, there was once a day when it was new. Rare. Fashionable, even.

Back in the 18th century, Italian foods were just beginning to make their way into British society, and they were all the rage. One of the most loved was macaroni–and it was so stylish a dish that an entire club was formed around the it. The Macaroni Club was quickly known for their dedication to fashion and style . . . a dedication which soon went into dandy-ism (which is to say, over the top).

At that point, “macaroni” became an adjective meaning something like “a style befitting a dandy.”

And so Yankee Doodle finally, FINALLY makes sense! Ever wonder why the dude in the song “stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni”? Well, there you go. He wasn’t calling the feather pasta, which was what I thought at age 6 when I learned the song (yes, I thought we were singing about some delusional guy, LOL), he was calling the hat stylish. Even dandy.

Only took me 22 years to figure THAT one out! =)

So enjoy your macaroni, folks. And know that back in the day, it was not just kids’ food.

Thoughtful About . . . Praise

There are days when my prayers are all supplication. When I barely remember to thank the Lord for anything before launching into my litany of things I need His help with. Most days, I try to balance it out, to start and end my prayer time with thankfulness, with worship, and to put into the middle my requests.
On Monday, I had the Joy of getting so caught up in praising my God that I felt no need to talk to Him about my requests, because I knew that through that communion, my heart had been laid bare. He had heard all the cries of my heart, that gave tenor to the praise of my lips. It’s been a long while since my private prayers were so . . . joyful, and for no reason. I didn’t sit down thinking, “I’m just gonna praise the Lord today.” I sat down with that list of prayer requests in mind. But then I started thanking Him for all He is to me, and, well . . .
I wanted to share some of my reflections that I wrote down, simply because we can never praise Him enough.
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You are faithful . . . just yet merciful. You are awesome beyond compare, yet humble enough to become man. You orchestrate all of history, yet still care to number the  hairs on my head. How infinite you are, O Lord my God, in every direction! You fill me to bursting with love for you, with amazement at your glory. You hear every cry of my heart, even if my lips can’t give it utterance. You hear, and you respond in ways I cannot see.
How often we ask to see–yet could our mortal eyes, our finite minds ever contemplate the vastness of your hand? We look for reason in the coporeal, yet never could we truly understand all that lies beneath.
O Lord, my Lord, I worship you and adore you. I adore you for all you are that I cannot comprehend, and I praise you for the glimpses you reveal to me!
And I am humbled to think that though I might give you my all, it is nothing. Nothing compared to what youetdo, what you orchestrate, what you give for me. I am nothing. You you love me enough to be my God and Father. I am a speck. Yet you created this universe and placed me just so within it, with loving care. You hold everything in the palm of your hand, yet you give me the will to choose my own path, my own way.
I want your path, my Lord! I want The Way, Yahweh. I want to walk only beside your footprints, I want to pull only so far as I can go and still be holding tight to your hand. I want to warm myself by the light of your countenance and bathe your feet with my tears. I want to give you all and praise you for leaving me, not with nothing, but with arms open and able to embrace you and your children.
Show me what you have for me, Lord, so that I might blow away the chaff and better serve you. Hew me, chisel me, refine me. Polish me, O God. Shine through me. Shine so hotly that the impurities are incinerated. Shine so brightly that I’m blinded to all but you.
Thank you, Father. Thank you for all, for every. Thank you for knowing, and for doing. Thank you for ministering to this pathetic woman on this cold morning and filling me to overflowing . . .
With you. Always, only with you.
Amen
Remember When . . . It Was Fun to Discover Facts?

Remember When . . . It Was Fun to Discover Facts?

This is actually a post I created for Inkwell Inspirations, which went up yesterday. I had fun chatting with the inkies about it, and though I’ve already done something very similar to this here one Wednesday . . . well, the snow’s coming down and the inspiration for the next chapter in my current story is stirring, so I’m cheating. 😉

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I love history. For as long as I can remember, I would sink my teeth into each detail I learned, and usually gnaw on it until it turned into a story in my mind. One of the things I love most about the Old Testament is the history it brings to us. Better still? When third-party history and archaeological evidence backs up the Bible stories I’ve heard since I was a child.
One of my favorites was always Esther. Last winter I was thinking about how I’d love to write a novel about Esther—yet my style isn’t to use real people as my main character, it’s to explain real events through fictional characters. Now how, I wondered, could I do that with the story of Esther? I was standing in the shower when it came to me—Esther was one of many young women brought to the king. What about the other wives?
As the idea brewed, I got out my study Bible and got a few facts straight. Like, you know, which king of Persia this was. I found that historians can’t quite agree on this. Some insist it’s Xerxes, others Artaxerxes, some pose others altogether. I like the arguments put forth for it being Xerxes, so I ran with that one with quite a bit of excitement—see, I already knew something about Xerxes. In college we had to read Herodotus’s Histories, which details the Greco-Persian war and so the king who waged it.
 Over the course of a few weeks, I reread Esther for the umpteenth time and reread the Histories, taking notes like crazy. Brought in some other historical data too, of course, and watched some documentaries on Persia. And you know what? The way it all clicked made me giddy.
In the book of Esther, the king is absent from the main story much of the time and seems fairly distant when he is there. We get only a few glimpses into his character—he had a temper on him, he was a fan of beautiful women (shocking, right?), and he was generous with those in his favor and impatient with those who weren’t. Can the same be said of every king? Er, no, not actually.
In Herodotus, we get to know Xerxes pretty well. He’s beloved by his people to the point of being revered as a god, though they were in a fact a monotheistic society. He was a man of passion and temper, who ordered people executed left and right when he was in a rage and offered them cities as rewards left and right when he was happy. And some of the things he’s most remembered for are his affairs, one of which led to the deaths of a few of his closest family members.
Sound familiar? Yeah, I thought so too.
A few other facts snapped into place so beautifully that I became really convinced it was Xerxes in Esther. First of all, the timing. If you line up the events of Esther with the events of Xerxes’ reign recorded by Herodotus and Persian historians, you get a few really cool clicks. First, that 180-day-long feast, where Vashti of the Bible refuses to come before his guests in her crown? That would have been when all the nobles were gathered to plan out the war. And the queen would have been about 8 months pregnant with her final child—pretty good excuse not to want to go before all the men in the empire and be judged for your beauty, eh?
There’s a three-year gap between when Vashti is dethroned and when new young women are brought to the palace. Did it really take the king that long to cool off and think, “Gee, I better name a new queen?” Well, sure—because that’s when he was at war! Pretty neat, huh? Herodotus has him arriving back in Susa (Shushan) within months of when the new virgins were scouted.
Maybe to some these things are small, but to the historical novelist, they’re like candy. I had so, so much fun combining two history sources into one story—and yes, explaining it all through a fictional character. See, in my version, Kasia is the real reason the queen is deposed (let it be noted that Esther never says she’s put to death, though that’s the common notion). She’s the reason for much of what happens during the war. And she’s the unifying force behind the scandalous affair mentioned above and the arrival of new potential queens at the House of Women.
Because, you see, she was the one who held Xerxes’ heart all along. And when a king with countless wives places his heart into the hands of a poor Jewish girl, trouble is bound to brew.
Story Time . . . first glimpse of LADY IN THE MIST

Story Time . . . first glimpse of LADY IN THE MIST

I was very excited yesterday. My hubby brought up the mail, and in it was a book from Revell. I get a ton of books from Baker Publishing Group, but I knew as soon as I saw the envelope what this one was, solely because other influencers on the list for the particular book had begun receiving theirs.
And I was right! I opened it and pulled out Lady in the Mist by Laurie Alice Eakes, which I have been eagerly looking forward to reading for, like, ever. Laurie Alice let our historical group in on its inception as soon as she sold it to Revell, and we’ve gotten to travel this journey with her. So you can imagine how touched our whole group was when we open the book to see she dedicated it to us, the HisWriters.
I only had a few minutes of reading time last night, but I carried her book with me all afternoon as I was out doing errands, just in case there were a few minutes of unexpected down time. I only managed to squeeze in two chapters last night, but that was enough to hook me.
Here’s the back cover blurb: 
By virtue of her profession as a midwife, Tabitha Eckles is the keeper of many secrets: the names of fathers of illegitimate children, the level of love and harmony within many a marriage, and now the identity of a man who may have caused his wife’s death. Dominick Cherrett is a man with his own secret to keep: namely, what he, a British nobleman, is doing on American soil working as a bondsman in the home of Mayor Kendall, a Southern gentleman with his eye on a higher office.
By chance one morning before the dawn has broken, Tabitha and Dominick cross paths on a misty beachhead, leading them on a twisted path through kidnappings, death threats, public disgrace, and . . . love? Can Tabitha trust Dominick? What might he be hiding? And can either of them find true love in a world that seems set against them?
With stirring writing that puts readers directly into the story, Lady in the Mist expertly explores themes of identity, misperception, and love’s discovery. 
And here’s what I already love about it:
From the get-go, you get a taste of the suspense. A woman who dies under suspicious circumstances, a stranger run into the shadows, a knife to the throat.
Already there’s wit and banter. The first exchange between mysterious hero and weary heroine is enough to make one’s heart flutter. I mean, he jests about her being a mermaid. How much more awesome can you get?
The characters are already engaging and lovable. 
I can’t wait to read more, and I’ll give you a full review of the book next week, but I was too excited to wait. =) Lady in the Mist is a book I know already will go on my favorites list, and Laurie Alice will be here to talk about it in February. Yay!

Word of the Week – Pedestrian

While I’m far, far away from working on modern books, I thought I’d introduce a new feature on Mondays for now. Actually, I owe the idea to two Facebook friends, who responded to one of my word-nerd moments with the thought that I should do a word-a-day on my blog. The concept stuck with me and turned into once a week in my little brain.

So my first word of the week is . . .

Pedestrian.

Why, you ask? We all know what pedestrian means. We all know both its meanings. Sure.

But here’s the curiosity. Did you know (which you obviously do if you saw my Facebook status last Tuesday) that the meaning of pedestrian that means dull, prosaic predates the meaning of walking on foot/one who travels on foot?

I had no idea. I would have thought the walker definition came first, given that “pedestrian” is from peds, which means foot. But no. Apparently it came into being first in 1716 in reference to literature, which, if it was “of the foot” was therefore as opposite “of the mind” as a piece of writing could get, LOL. It was also well contrasted with “equestrian,” and we all know horses were considered a noble pursuit at the time. Hence why, by 1791, it took a literal turn.

See, you learned something. =) Come back next week for a fascinating look into the history of “macaroni.” 😉