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 Sacred Passion is God's Idea,

Romance is vital in marriage. I married in 1962. I began to mentor Mothers of Preschoolers in 1994. Every year since, my team insists I do my "sex talk," but it’s so much more. Being in right relationship with God, attending a vibrant and growing community of believers, choosing to forgive, to respect, and understanding submission is not surrender of self--all goes into the package that makes up a healthy marriage. I want to share it with you.

I write Romance to promote the marital relationship. God wrote the Song of Solomon, and he tells us the marriage bed is undefiled. Together we celebrate his sacred gift! For a good read, check out my books, my short stories, my devotions and my blog posts. 

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Back to Work
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Charlotte Snead

I have plunged into work, editing a manuscript and finding a publishing company soliciting manuscripts. I emailed it off to them today, so I wait for their review with fingers crossed. Jan Carol is editing the fourth of my Hope House Girls books, and Van Rye has given me a contract for two other books that Oak Tara dropped when they went out of business.It’s about one of my favorite characters, Nick Costas, a boy who was abused in foster homes, joined the Marines, and learned a trade (producing music). He married a widow with three children, and God made him a father after his own heart, giving them two more children and putting them into ministry.

I got a late start, publishing my first book at 69, so I have to get a move on! When my first publisher, Oak Tara, disappeared, I told Joe I had published three books after I was 69 and I could rest on my laurels. He said I had more manuscripts on my computer and I needed to send them out. “When I come home this afternoon,” he told me, “I want to see where you have submitted them. However, when I went to my computer, I read that Jan Carol had awarded me their Believe and Achieve award that year, and they asked if they could publish A Place to Live. God answered his prayer instantly!

Because my Hope House books were delayed by the publishing of my first children’s book, Deano the Dino Goes to the Doctor, I submitted a stand-alone novel about an army officer who resigned his commission to come home to Lost Creek, WV, and raise his little brother who had Down Syndrome, after his parents were killed in an accident. Van Rye published that book, and it will be placed in Tamarack, our state craft store near Beckley. They have another of my books there, Recovered and Free, also set in West Virginia. I feel singularly blessed to have seven books published in six years. God’s not through with me yet, thanks to Joe's steadfast encouragement.  




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Catching up
Friday, March 15, 2019
Charlotte Snead

It is spring in Appalachia, and Allegra is now part of the daily regimen.

We drove to Charlottesville to see my sister in assisted living last week, Joe says we always have to travel to others, but it was good to see her, and at 83 years of age, she confessed Christ, so we are rejoicing. 

We have a houseguest this week, a guy from our Sunday School class who had a house fire. He will go home as soon as the power is back on.

Candace’s husband has an infection from his hip surgery, and she has to give him IV antibiotics through a port, but at least he’s home in White Sulphur Springs. Beth visited with us for several hours yesterday and our houseguest was much impressed with her work recuing children. (She is amazing.)

It’s been a busy time. Joe didn’t miss his Royal Rangers class at church last Wednesday night. He says he’s doing unto others what he wished had been done for his own children. One of the other “commanders” taught them finger-printing, and the kids will get a merit badge for that. Happily, they were able to play outside this week for a little while. (It’s hard to keep 6-12 year olds in a room for two hours.)

We see David’s boy, Joseph Alan, every Sunday. He and Shannon have us for lunch every Sunday after church. We’ll have to drive to Nashville (9 hours) to see Steve and Mary Katherine and their  three boys in the next week or so.



My Nightmare with the Digital Age
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Charlotte Snead

My Nightmare with the Digital Age

An excellent salesman lured me into an upgrade of my IPhone when my battery didn’t keep a charge. All I had to do was contact a tech to transfer my data. No problem. 45 minutes, max.

After I made a number of techs suicidal trying to accomplish that simple transfer; later that evening, I called it quits and waited until the next day. I’m not a night person.

The next morning I began anew. I entertained one tech when I called myself a dinosaur (true!). He laughed his head off, but I still struggled to no avail. Finally. after several techs tried, a very patient tech, Olivia, took over my computer and pointed out where to click, step by step. When we completed the transfer of data—although I lost all my passwords and I’m still reseting  them—I nominated her for saint hood. But I’m still struggling with my professional email.

I have since learned other sites will do this for you.  We won’t have a next time. My husband found out he can change his battery at Staples. I am banging my head against the wall and trying not to curse all those techie people who survive this digital age with aplomb. Who wants the latest I-Phone anyway? Now, I’m learning to master the new phone. First, you turn it on . . .  

Having fun working
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Charlotte Snead

We spent last weekend at our vacation home in Canaan Valley, WV, with our son, Dave, his precious wife, Shannon, and our grandson, Alan. A fun time was had by all, despite the bitter cold. I did work, going over my edits from the second publication Van Rye is doing for me about my favorite character, Nick Costas, who was abused in foster homes but who became a father after God’s own heart to her three children and their two. He does an excellent job of editing; I am learning a lot from him.

The first book “In Your Arms,” is about the officers in the Marines who gave him his profession—music production, his work with O’Malley Productions,—and the cultural conflicts he presented his wife, Barb. The second one, Nick’s Heart” is about his heart surgery, the home he builds for the lost children of South L. A., and their speaking events. I’ll let you know when they are in print. I’m sure Nick’s antics will delight you.

My third book in the Hope House Girls series, “Gracie Goodbye” should be up for edits this week. It’s a busy time. I haven’t taken a deep breath since our travels, but I am constantly singing the songs from our ten days on Phil Coulter’s 23rd Tranquility Cruise. (“Sing Irishman Sing.”) 

After reading B.J Hoff’s five book Emerald Ballad series—a fantastic read!—I was pleased to learn about the resurgence of the Irish language. I’ve never done my ancestry, but I hope I have Irish in my heritage. Have you done your ancestry? Tell me if it’s worth it.




Steal Away Again
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Charlotte Snead

You can go to archived posts and look at Steal Away.

We just Stole Away once more with Phil Coulter’s 23rd Tranquility Cruise. This was a ten day trip to the Panama Canal with stops along the way. Each night on the main stage we had a concert with Phil and/or some of his fabulous musicians. Phil Coulter himself plays and sings without looking at the piano. Then, every night up to the Crow’s nest on the top of the ship, where The New Barleycorn brought us another performance of banjo, guitar, and songs. Honestly, John’s fingers flew on the banjo—you can’t even see them move! Gala entertainment. One of the performing groups was the Celtic Tenors, three grand singers, who occasionally burst into song at the dinner table, one night stopping all service with a rendering of “Santa Luchia.” Another night they sang “How Great Thou Art.” You would love this annual trip—next year a week in Cuba.

On our way home, we stopped to see Joe’s brother’s widow in Fayetteville and a couple of his cousins in Durham. Next up, we have a trip the second weekend in February to the mountain house in Canaan Valley with Shannon, Dave, and Alan, and as soon as possible, a drive to Charlottesville to see my sister. Then, we want to get to Nashville to see Steve’s family. We seem to be constantly on the road!


Memories Past
Friday, January 11, 2019
Charlotte Snead

Poetry is not my forte, although I have done a lot of lyrics for my characters’ songs. Several years ago I wrote this:

Sometimes I hear voices from long ago

Calling me through time.

It was so this morning near dawn.

A voice called “Mama.”

My sons and daughters are long since flown,

Homes and lives their own.

The cry now theirs, the needy sound I heard.

I roll back to sleep.

Only remembering once was I.

Chubby arms ’round me

Reaching and holding me fast and near

They’re no longer here.

But in places and times I once knew

It was always true.

And the children that were then are gone

Mama is their sound.


Hail 2019
Thursday, January 03, 2019
Charlotte Snead

I hope all of you enjoyed your Christmas as much as we did. As usual, we celebrated our oldest grandson’s birthday on the 20th. We ate dinner on Christmas Eve with our son’s family. We opened family gifts and he went to bed so Santa could come. He said lots of children must have been naughty because Santa dumped his sleigh at his house. True—he is an only child, but a very pleasant one. The next day our daughter came up and we exchanged more gifts and ate her wonderful lasagna.

New Year’s we were in bed, so we missed the drunk news reporter talk about his mother’s sex life—not sorry to miss that one.

2018 was a special year: I published 3 books, my first children’s book, "Deano the Dino Goes to the Doctor" “Winslow Farm,” and a third Hope house book, “Go for the Honey.” 

Early in the year a friend gave me a word from the Lord, promising 2018 would be my breakthrough year, and I received my first royalty check. Joe has teased me about supporting him so he can finally retire—I have a long way to go for that to happen! He signed for another year. But I have five contracts for 2019.

We are grateful for the good health that makes it possible, and thank God daily.