Christmas Cookies

Young family making cookies at home.

December is a paramount month filled with so many wonderful traditions. I find myself giddy with the merriment of expectation. Yes, I said giddy.

I have four grown children with children of their own now. One tradition that has withstood the passing of time is making cookies at Christmas. They aren’t what you might imagine. They aren’t the traditional sugar cookie or gingerbread men.

This cookie tradition actually began many years ago with my grandfather, who made these cookies with his children (my mom and her siblings). She then passed in on to my brother and me. When she came out for Christmas each year after I had children, she taught them how to make these cookies.

We are blessed that Gigi (because my mom would never consider herself old enough to be a great grandma…lol) has been able to share this tradition with my three grandchildren.

We call these cookies Poor Man’s Christmas Cookies because my grandpa’s family didn’t have a lot of money growing up, but they made do with what they had. What they had was enough with a lot of love sprinkled on top.

Today the tradition of making Grandpa Edwards’s cookies is one of our most treasured activities during the holidays.

So, here’s the recipe:

  • You will need one box of graham crackers. This will be your top and bottom of the cookie sandwich.
  • You make the icing below.
  • Spread icing onto one graham cracker and place another graham cracker on top. Allow drying.
  • Decorate the top of your cookie with colored icing.
  • Enjoy


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Do you have a favorite cookie recipe?

Christmas Card Preparation

One of my favorite traditions during the holidays is sending out Christmas cards.

Do you still send them? With so much communication occurring electronically, a lot of people no longer send cards.

I do!

I love opening the mailbox to find cards from family and friends. We tape up our cards around the entryway for all to see.

I’m updating my mailing list through the end of November, so if you’d like to receive a Christmas card from me, please click on the link below and sign-up.



Savanna’s Christmas Card Sign-up

RWA Shenanigans

All work and no play…we do play – I mean network.

Today is the last day of the Romance Writers of America Conference.

I was honestly leery of attending. This is my first time (haven’t said that in a while).

My brain in on processing overload. I am so happy I made the decision to attend.

I’ve met many, many authors – some I believe will be friends for life.

I’m rejuvenated and exhausted. Basically, I’m an oxymoron.

Best news for my followers? The score of wonderful books I’m bringing home to share.


2000 Women

What happens when 2000 romance writers converge together?


I am currently at the Romance Writers of America annual conference soaking up the greatness surrounding me.

Plotting new ideas and making new friends.

I’ll be sharing more with you next week!

Ten Things I Hate About Summer

I can’t be alone in my dislike of this season. Please tell me I’m not. Of all the four seasons, summer is at the bottom of my like list. Today, for example was a heat index of 109 in the Carolinas. What?!?!

Here are ten reasons why I hate summer.

  1. Boob sweat – yes, I went there. I abhor a wet bra! Just, no.
  2. Swimsuits – Unfortunately, shorter clothing and less of it is not flattering to my short, round figure. The height I can thank my parents for. The size, I only have me to blame, but still not my best look.
  3. Mosquitoes, flies, spiders, ants, wasps and any other insect you can think of. Oh, can’t leave out snakes. Need I say more?
  4. Hot cars – It doesn’t take much to stretch the imagination to understand what a lobster must feel like when it is dropped into a boiling pot of water. Just get into your car on a day like today. I fairly certain I felt my skin melting.
  5. Flip flops – This is a love/hate relationship. I love the shoes. Their are so many styles to choose from. My feet on the other hand – or my toes- do not love flip flops. I have ugly toes. Is there such a thing as toe transplants?
  6. Make-up – is pointless.
  7. Hot flashes – increase in frequency and level of hotness (not in a good way).
  8. Allergies – I have not met a Flonase, Zyrtec, Benadryl or Sedated that helped.
  9. Utility bills – I do not do hot; therefore, my house stays cool – very cool. My power company loves me. My wallet – not so much.
  10. Gas prices – anyone else notice that gas prices tend to get jacked up when everyone is planning their vacations?

95 days and counting until the first day of Fall. Until then, I will enjoy not only writing but reading in the comfort of my air conditioning.

Shock without the Awe

The feeling you get when something happens to a favorite character on a television show or in a book…you know the gut-wrenching, heart-sinking feeling I’m talking about. It’s akin to real grief – well, as real as it can be for a fictional character you love.

Just such an event occurred last night – at least we think it did. Anyone who knows me, knows I am a #Heartie – a big fan of Hallmark’s When Calls The Heart. Last night’s episode left viewers with the assumption that Jack is dead.

Hearts were heard breaking (mine included) and Twitter lit up with messages from shocked fans outraged at the possibility their beloved Mountie Jack could be gone.

Why do we care so much about someone who isn’t real?

Why do we watch movies? Why do we read? It’s a break from a sometimes bleak reality to find joy in the stories the writers weave so beautifully. When the joy is taken away and replaced by sorrow, we tend to walk away. To much like real life, isn’t it?

I have no idea what will happen on next week’s season finale, but if Jack has truly been taken from the #Hearties, I fear the shock will have left the committed fans who are so enamored with Jack and Elizabeth in little awe of the season’s outcome.

I’m hoping the citizens of Hope Valley and all of the #Hearties receive a more positive outcome.


♥ Highly Anticipated Event ♥

If you’ve been following me or read my books, this will not be a news flash for you. I’m a hopeless romantic!

I swoon all over Hallmark movie heroes and heroines. Corny? Maybe, but it’s that short-lived escape from an all-to-unkind world as-of-late that warms my heart and inspires me to write stories that make people feel the way those movies and my friends’ books do for me.

Hope. Kindness. Love. Excitement. Trials. Frustrations. Joy. Sorrow.  All the feels exist, and tonight I’m among the other “hearties” eagerly awaiting the wedding of the year. No, I am not talking about the upcoming Royal wedding, although this couple is considered royalty among their friends in Hope Valley.

I am referring to the long-awaited nuptials of Jack and Elizabeth on When Calls the Heart. Did you hear my audible sigh? Thank you Janette Okes for writing such an amazing story that started it all.

I’m deep in the writing cave today, but I am excited and will pause to celebrate the union of Jack Thornton and Elizabeth Thatcher this evening.

Thank you Hallmark for bringing us lovely entertainment and to the cast of When Calls the Heart – you have truly captured our ♥.

Happy Wedding Day, Jack and Elizabeth.



Peach Logic Book 3 – It’s Beau’s turn

Talent And Virtuosity.

Write to the Heart is available now for pre-order!

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Savanna Grey completes the Peach Logic series with the much anticipated book Write to the Heart!

Happy in his own little world
Beau Tipton would rather be alone writing music than in a crowd on any given day. Writing is his first love…his only love as far as he is concerned.

Conquering the world one song at a time
Miranda Daley embraces life with a vigor most envy. The youngest and only daughter with four older brothers, she’s used to fighting for what she wants.

When Beau and Miranda are thrown together on a writing assignment, their different perspectives clash, threatening the success of their project. Beau finds Miranda irrational and a look before you leap kind of girl. Miranda is determined to drag Beau out of his comfort zone.

Beau isn’t certain they can find middle ground, especially since the aggravating women won’t leave him alone…even in the shower!

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Changing Times or Times Change

So, we did a thing this weekend. By we, I mean my husband and I. By thing, I mean began cleaning out closets for our upcoming move.

In July we will move from North Carolina to Virginia. While this will only be an hour-and-a-half move, there are many moving parts to this event.

Our youngest is graduating high school and going off to college. This is my husband’s baby duck, and he is so not ready to let her swim alone.

We will be leaving our three grandchildren – two who currently reside with us and one who is five minutes away.

We have lived in our current home for 15 years. We have four children we raised here. Oh, the stories these walls hold. The teenage years were not fun ones…at least not for the parents, but they are memories we cherish.

The thought of packing up this five bedroom home is intimidating at best. The garage alone scares me.

We are beginning a much-needed purging. We started with two of the closets this weekend. It felt good to eliminate things that have collected dust and no longer served a purpose for us.

We are taking it room by room as we prepare for the first of two or three yard sales. Hopefully items we no longer need will serve a purpose and bring joy to other families.

I couldn’t help but feel sad as I listened to my husband look through a box of his childhood memories and came close to tears as he found his mother’s and father’s death certificates.

So much happens in a short span of time. One thing is true. Times have changed a great deal in the last 15 years, and yet as times change, so must we to a certain extent. We are entering a new phase in our lives as a married couple.

To be honest we are both excited and nervous and sad and all the feels you could possibly imagine.

So, tonight and every Sunday night until we move, we will have our family dinner with our grown children and grandchildren and not take not even one moment for granted.

We aren’t promised tomorrow. Change is unavoidable. We can embrace it and find our place in it or be left behind to wallow in it.

I might work around pigs, but I don’t choose to be one, so I’m going to embrace what lies ahead.

Happy Sunday, friends.