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Blog postOriginally posted in May 2015
So, duh moment. Did you know that the noun fence--like, you know, the thing around your yard--is from defense? Yeah. Duh. I'd never paused to consider that, perhaps because the spelling has ended up different, but there you go! It has been a shortening of defense with the same meaning since the 14th century. Then sense of that enclosure followed in the 15th century.
It had a similar verb meaning at the same times too, with the "to sword-fight"8 months ago Read more -
Blog postThis is another revisit...and since we were all sheltering at home for the last months of the school year, one that we're probably all thinking about with longing. ;-) Coming at you originally from May of 2015, when Rowyn was only 7 and Xoe was 9, which of course gave me all the "awwww"s when I saw the picture I had in this one, from the year before that. ;-) (Still not sure how my babies are now going into 7th and 10th!)
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Blog postOriginally published June 2015
We've all heard it through the grapevine (and some of us might break into song at the mere mention...), but do you know where the saying comes from?
I didn't--but I learned recently so thought I'd share. =)
Grapevine, meaning "a rumor" or "information spread in an unconventional method," comes from the Civil War era South. The "grapevine telegraph" was much like the "underground railroad." Metaphorical and s9 months ago Read more -
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Blog postLeave it to my daughter to lean over in the middle of church and whisper, "Word of the week!" during the sermon--which is exactly what happened when my dad shared this fun little tidbit. ;-)
Did you know that salary is from the same root as salt? Salary has meant "wages, compensation" since the 13th century, and the word comes from the Latin salarium (same meaning), which is closely linked to salarius, "of or pertaining to salt." Some sources say it's because9 months ago Read more -
Blog postHello, lovely readers!
I'm going to be taking this week off the blog...and will be migrating it to my website. So if you're visiting right now, you may see a few hiccups as I get everything transferred. But after that, it should (I hope and pray!) all just go automatically there. Say a prayer for me, LOL.
Thanks for your patience!9 months ago Read more -
Blog postAt the time of writing this (the weekend before it posts), I'm sitting with my laptop at the kitchen table while my husband's comfy in our leather armchair, reading The Nature of a Lady before I have to turn it in on June 1. I'm so very blessed to have a honey who supports my writing--not just because he makes sure I have ample time to actually write, but because he does this too. He reads. He chuckles. He talks to me about the characters and settings and themes as he reads. And, most of all, be9 months ago Read more
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Blog postOriginally published on 9/3/2012 Today I'm going to examine the origin of a particular phrase rather than a particular word. 😉 Back in the day when I originally examined this, as I was working on Whispers from the Shadows, my hero was exclaiming something about how it was time to take action himself, since those who ought to be continued to...Sit on their hands?Twiddle their thumbs?Do nothing, but that was far too boring an option for his current state of mind. So Roseanna headed to www.etymonl9 months ago Read more
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Blog postIn last weekend's sermon, my dad preached from Luke 14, and as he went through the Scriptures, something interesting jumped out at me.
First is something that has struck me many times before, in many different passages. Jesus, often about some other task, comes across someone in need. Sometimes He's at dinner. Sometimes He's traveling. Sometimes He's on his way to heal someone else. And what does He always, inevitably do when He sees this other hurting soul? He stops. He heals them. Why? <9 months ago Read more -
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Blog postOriginally published 10/15/2012
Okay, y'all, I originally posted this seven and a half years ago, and my call for actual evidence to support the claim below netted me nothing but others who were curious, LOL. So I'm trying again--because this claim has since even appeared on Big Bang Theory, touted by Sheldon. So, seriously, people. Someone defend the claim, or I shall be forced to call Sheldon a liar. 😂
So here's the deal. I've heard from quite a few sources tha9 months ago Read more -
Blog postOriginally posted 3/6/14
I've blogged several times over the years about JOY. What it is, how it's action and choice and not emotion, how it compares to happiness. In some ways, this post from six years ago started it all, so I thought we'd do a revisit. =)
Last week the small Bible study group I belong to began a study focused around James. I've always loved this little book of the Bible, so I was pretty happy to learn that's what we would be studying. My hubby's leading us this ti10 months ago Read more -
Blog postOriginally posted 8/20/12
Mean is one of those words that I knew well would have been around forever, but I looked it up to see about some of the particular uses. And as usual, found a few surprises. =)
As a verb, mean has meant "intend, have in mind" even back in the days of Old English. No surprise there. It shares a root with similar words in Dutch and German and various other languages, perhaps from men, which means "think." But the unexpec10 months ago Read more -
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Blog postLet me share a few stories with you. You've probably heard them before. They're stories about some of the Great Men of Faith in our recent history. First, one of my favorites about George Muller. One morning at his orphanage, he was informed by a panicked house mother that there was absolutely no food left. What were they to do? How were they to feed the children?
Well, George instructed her to have all the children sit at their places at the table, plates and cups before them--empty. And10 months ago Read more -
Blog postOriginally posted on 8/13/12
Once upon a time, I was looking up "war zone," and in so doing came across some interesting tidbits on zone. =)The noun dates to the late fourteenth century, coming directly from the Latin zona, which means "a geographical belt, celestial zone." The Latin, in turn, comes from the Greek zone, which was the word for "belt." Originally this was used solely to talk of the five great divisions on the surface of the earth--10 months ago Read more -
Blog postLast week, my husband asked one of those questions of his that really get me thinking--the sort that sounds straightforward but isn't. He said, "What's the purpose of praise?"
Now, I already knew that things like the psalms and even our modern praise and worship songs never stir my hubby's heart like they do other people's. That's just not how he's made. Which in turn lends him an interesting perspective on it and makes him question whether the POINT is to be moved by it...or som10 months ago Read more -
Blog postThis is a very appropriate revisit from 2012, I thought since we're only a few days away from May 1. As in, May Day. Ha...ha...ha...😉
Anyway!
Mayday, according to "The Wireless Age" from June 1923, is an aviator distress call. It was agreed that just saying the letters SOS wouldn't do--that was the agreed upon message for telegraph, but it didn't translate so well to spoken words. The powers that be also decided a simple "Help!" wouldn't do. So they chose10 months ago Read more -
Blog postOriginal post published 4/30/2015
Passion: though its current definition involves "any strong feeling," it has its roots in pain. Passion comes straight from the Latin passio, which means, quite simply, "suffering."
So our English idea of being passionate about something...it means not just something we feel strongly about, but something we're willing to suffer for.
Susan Meissner pointed this out in a great class at ACF10 months ago Read more -
Blog postOriginally posted August 27, 2012
Though a revisit, this remains one of my favorite word discoveries!
I always thought of wow as a modern word. So when I looked it up, I was shocked to see that it's from 1510!
Wow is a Scottish interjection, one of those that arise from a natural sound we make when surprised by something. Much like whoa, ow, ouch, huh, and the like.
It became a verb in more modern days, though--we only started wowing people in the 1920s, originatin10 months ago Read more -
Blog postI have dedicated this week to an At-Home Writing Retreat...Since I couldn't attend my IN PERSON writing retreat with my dear friend Stephanie Morrill this year. Therefore, I am pulling a "Thoughtful" post from the archives today. I hope you are all staying sane during this strange season we find ourselves in. I've revisited this one before. But it definitely feels relevant today. Original post published 6/30/2016
Life is hard. So often we feel pressure. People are pushi10 months ago Read more -
Blog postHolidays mean food. (So do regular days, LOL.) And this year, with trying to limit our trips to the store, I'm making more of an effort than usual to make sure all leftovers get eaten. Which led me to pull everything out of the fridge and declare dinner a smorgasbord of leftovers (when else do you get to have pizza with a side of mashed potatoes? This is awesome.). Which, of course, led my daughter to ask, "What does smorgasbord even mean? What a weird word."
I replied, "I t11 months ago Read more -
Blog postIt's Holy Week. My favorite week of the year. Most of my friends and family are Christmas diehards, but us? My husband and I have always preferred Resurrection Day and the week leading up to it. The week when the focus isn't on gifts but on sacrifice.
This year, everything looks so different, doesn't it? A couple of months ago when talking about what we'd do this week, we were considering things like finding a Good Friday service at another local church, since ours doesn't have one. My hus11 months ago Read more -
Blog postI've looked at the word fast before, but I was specifically focusing on the adjective/adverb form (and why we don't add -ly to it anymore). Today I wanted to take a look at the verb/noun form. Seems appropriate as we enter Holy Week, the end of the period of Lenton fasting, which contains one of the two days traditionally requiring a fast (Good Friday). 😁
As a quick reminder, the adj/adv form originally meant "firmly fixed." This is preserved today in steadfast. A reminder I hav11 months ago Read more -
Blog postHoly Week will soon be upon us ~ my favorite week of the year. Better, in my opinion, than Christmas, where it's so easy to focus on the physical traditions instead of the miracle. Because this week is all about the miracle. The miracle that rewrote history, restored us to God, brought eternity to us all.
Holy Week will soon be upon us, and so I'm starting to think about what that means. Especially this year, when normal traditions have been, er, interrupted. Last weekend, one of the verse11 months ago Read more -
Blog postI found this one on another trending list at Etymonline.com -- and found it quite interesting! Did you know that curfew is literally "cover fire"? It's from the Old French cuevrefeu -- cuevre being "cover" and feu, of course, being "fire." Why?
Well, it began in the Middle Ages, when a bell would ring at 8 or 9 p.m., signaling everyone to douse their fires...so that no one would fall asleep, leave the fires unattended, and so burn the whole village11 months ago Read more -
Blog postI'll never forget the first time I watched Monsters, Inc. with the kids. We'd rented it so were watching it at home. Both of them were pretty small. They laughed in all the right places--and the grabbed hold of my arms and scrambled into my lap at the expected ones too. They--and I--thoroughly enjoyed the movie. But what I remember most isn't honestly the plot or the names of the characters or anything like that. What I remember most is the bad guy. Or rather, one particular trait of the bad guy11 months ago Read more
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Blog postTalking about some secretive words today. 😉
In one of our family devotionals last week, there was a quote from a "mystic" of millennia past, and we found ourselves wondering where the word came from.
Mystic comes from the Greek mystikos, meaning "secret, connected to the mysteries." Sometimes today I hear any ancient scholar deemed a mystic being occult . . . but that connotation didn't come around until 1610, long after the word was applied to those who spoke or11 months ago Read more
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Drake Elton returns wounded from the field, followed by an enemy who just won't give up. He's smitten quickly by the intelligent Margot, but how can he convince a girl who lives entirely in her mind that sometimes life's answers lie in the heart?
Amid biological warfare, encrypted letters, and a German spy who wants to destroy not just them but others they love, Margot and Drake will have to work together to save themselves from the very secrets that brought them together.
But Phineas Dunn finds nothing redemptive in the first horrors of war. Struggling for months to make it home alive, he returns to Savannah injured and cynical, and all too sure that he is not the hero Cordelia seems determined to make him. Matters of black and white don't seem so simple anymore to Phin, and despite her best efforts, Delia's smiles can't erase all the complications in his life. And when Fort Pulaski falls and the future wavers, they both must decide where the dreams of a new America will take them, and if they will go together.
Phillip Camden would have preferred to die that day with his squadron rather than be recruited to the Admiralty's codebreaking division. The threats he receives daily are no great surprise and, in his opinion, well deserved. What comes as a shock is the reborn desire to truly live that Arabelle inspires in him.
But when an old acquaintance shows up and seems set on using him in a plot that has the codebreakers of Room 40 in a frenzy, new affections are put to the test.
Lily Blackwell sees the world best through the lens of a camera and possesses unsurpassed skill when it comes to retouching and re-creating photographs. With her father's connections in propaganda, she's recruited to the intelligence division, even though her mother would disapprove if she ever found out.
After Captain Blackwell invites Zivon to dinner one evening, a friendship blooms between him and Lily that soon takes over their hearts. But both have secrets they're unwilling to share, and neither is entirely sure they can trust the other. When Zivon's loyalties are called into question, proving him honest is about more than one couple's future dreams--it becomes a matter of ending the war.
Lady Elizabeth "Libby" Sinclair, with her love of microscopes and nature, isn't favored in society. She flees to the beautiful Isles of Scilly for the summer and stumbles into the dangerous secrets left behind by her holiday cottage's former occupant, also named Elizabeth, who mysteriously vanished.
Oliver Tremayne--gentleman and clergyman--is determined to discover what happened to his sister, and he's happy to accept the help of the girl now living in what should have been Beth's summer cottage . . . especially when he realizes it's the curious young lady he met briefly two years ago, who shares his love of botany and biology. But the hunt for his sister involves far more than nature walks, and he can't quite believe all the secrets Beth had been keeping from him.
As Libby and Oliver work together, they find ancient legends, pirate wrecks, betrayal, and the most mysterious phenomenon of all: love.
Lukas De Wilde has enjoyed the life of fame he's won--until now, when being recognized nearly gets him killed. Everyone wants the key to his father's work as a cryptologist. And Lukas fears that his mother and sister, who have vanished in the wake of the German invasion of Belgium, will pay the price. The only light he finds is meeting the intriguing Willa Forsythe.
But danger presses in from every side, and Willa knows what Lukas doesn't--that she must betray him and find that cypher, or her own family will pay the price as surely as his has.
Lady Ella Myerston can always find a reason to smile--even if it's just in hope that tomorrow will be better than today. All her life everyone has tried to protect her from the realities of the world, but Ella knows very well the danger that has haunted her brother and their friend, and she won't wait for it to strike again. She intends to take action . . . and if that happens to involve an adventurous trip to the Cotswolds, then so much the better.
Lord Cayton has already broken two hearts, including that of his first wife, who died before he could convince himself to love her. Now he's determined to live a better life. But that proves complicated when old friends arrive on the scene and try to threaten him into a life of crime. He does his best to remove the intriguing Lady Ella from danger, but the stubborn girl won't budge. How else can he redeem himself, though, but by saving her--and his daughter--from those dangerous people who seem ready to destroy them all?
Lady Rowena Kinnaird may be the heiress to a Highland earldom, but she has never felt good enough--not for her father, not for the man she thought she'd marry, not for God. But after a shocking attack, she's willing to be forever an outcast if it means escaping Loch Morar.
Brice Myerston, the Duke of Nottingham, has found himself in possession of a rare treasure his enemies are prepared to kill for. While Brice has never been one to shy away from manor-born ladies, the last thing he needs is the distraction of Lady Rowena, who finds herself in a desperate situation. But when Rowena's father tries to trap Brice into marrying his daughter, Brice makes a surprising decision.
Rowena wanted to escape the Highlands, but she's reluctant to marry a notorious flirt. And when she learns that Brice is mixed up in questionable business with a stolen treasure, she fears she's about to end up directly in the path of everything she was trying to avoid.
This exciting romantic spy novel from Roseanna M. White combines fascinating cloak-and-dagger secrets with a tale of love and intrigue during the Revolutionary War.
Winter Reeves is an aristocratic Patriot forced to hide her heart amid the Loyalists of the City of New York. She has learned to keep her ears open so she can pass information on British movements to Robbie Townsend, her childhood friend, and his spy ring. If she's caught, if she's hung for espionage…well, she won't be. Robbie has taught her the tools of the trade: the wonders of invisible ink, drop locations and, most importantly, a good cover.
Bennet Lane returns to New York from his Yale professorship with one goal: to find General Washington’s spy hidden among the ranks of the elite. Searching for a wife was supposed to be nothing more than a convenient cover story for his mission, but when he meets Winter, with her too-intelligent eyes in her too-blank face, he finds a mystery that can’t be ignored.
Both believers…and both committed to a separate cause. Will their faith in God lead them to a shared destiny or lives lived apart?
1865—Marietta Hughes never wanted to be a spy, but the family legacy of espionage is thrust upon her as the War Between the States rolls on. Unknown to her, the Knights of the Golden Circle—a Confederate secret society bent on destroying the Union her brother died for—has been meeting in a hidden lair beneath her home. Faced with the secrets of her late husband and his brother, whom she thought she could trust with anything, Marietta’s world tilts out of control. Can she right it by protecting a Union agent infiltrating the KGC?
Slade Osborne, an undercover Pinkerton agent, is determined to do whatever is necessary to end the conflict between the North and the South. When he infiltrates this secret cell, it isn’t just their inner workings that baffle him—it’s the beautiful woman who seems to be a puppet for the new leader and yet…so much more.
Do they dare trust each other in this circle of intrigue? Will their shared faith sustain them? And can Mari and Slade stymie the enemy long enough to see their beloved country reunited?
One little drop to cleanse her soul.
Abigail was born free, but when her parents die, she’s sold into slavery to the family of a Roman soldier in Jerusalem. Fortunately, the Visibullis family is kind, and as years pass, she’s proud to serve them. But Abigail’s beauty attracts unwanted attention when their son, Jason, returns from Rome. She doesn’t dare to defy him…but how can she ever love him as he demands?
As Jerusalem boils with political unrest and the stories of a rabbi named Jesus who snags Jason’s attention, Abigail struggles to find her new place in the family. But then tragedy strikes, and her world is shattered. Desperate for justice, Abigail attends a trial for the criminal responsible—Barabbas. She instead finds herself in the path of Jesus, condemned to die in Barabbas’s place. And when a stray drop of the rabbi’s blood falls upon her, she knows Jason had been right. This Man really is the Son of God.
Only in the wake of His touch can she find what her heart has always longed for. Love, in the place she least expected to find it…and freedom for a soul that had resigned itself to slavery.
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