Kimberly A. Cook

Military Romance Author

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Memorial Day Thoughts

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                                          First Peace rose bloom in my garden this month after a rain shower. The drops look like tears.

Recently, I fished clumps of crud out of my shower drain and I asked myself; how did I get here? My goal was to clean the bathroom counter and sink. But first I needed to clear an assortment of items off the counter. This led to sorting a small tray in my top bathroom drawer.

Then I grabbed the cleaner from under the main sink and found one of the bottles had dripped. Next, I pulled everything out to clean that up which meant I then reorganized the plastic baskets under the sink to add one for the cleaning supplies. Then I wondered if I could use a basket from under the second sink.

I pulled those containers out and found water in one. Uh oh. A quick inspection revealed the drainer stopper holder pipe thingie (technical term) had popped out. The last time I opened it, a part of my plastic glove ripped off and jammed it. Okay. Easy enough fix. Cleaned and reorganized those baskets under the sink, grateful the plastic one contained all the overflow.

Then I saw the small sink drain snake that hangs on the inside cabinet door. Maybe I should use that on the shower drain? There was some stuff in it. That led to popping the drain cover which revealed sludge city. Way more than the sink snake could handle. I scooped out as much as I could with my gloved fingers, but my digits were not long enough.

Creativity works, so I dashed to the garage to get my recycled wire coat hanger used for toasting marshmallows for s’mores in the fireplace. (I upgraded to fancy ones from the sports store) Proceeded to mangle it into submission and happily fished out clumps of muck.

And boy howdy, I felt like I’d landed a wild ocean salmon when I got great results on this specific fishing expedition. So proud of myself. And that’s when I realized how similar my activities were to what it’s like to live in the United States today.

Fishing through crap looking for gems.

Whatever your feelings about the war in Iran, please SUPPORT OUR TROOPS.

Trust me, I have very strong opinions about this war as an Army veteran, former Air Force Reserve officer activated for Desert Shield/Storm, and the proud daughter of two World War II veterans.

As the creator and instructor for the Writing War Stories class from 1998 to 2000, I witnessed the impact on the men and women who served and still bore the brunt of unpopular public opinion decades after the Korean and Vietnam Wars. I’m sure the Iraq and Afghanistan veterans can relate, plus all the other deployed military members and their families.

Don’t take your frustrations out on the troops. They are doing the best they can in an untenable legal quagmire full of dangerous physical situations.

My condolences and heart aching support goes out to our recently fallen and wounded, and their families and friends. There are no words to ease their sorrow.

On this weekend meant to honor all who gave their lives in defense of our nation, we have troops in harm’s way.

At a time when the Department of Veterans Affairs is decimated, and our current veterans are not supported, this song gets old fast for those of us who have seen it happen again and again.

War is not a game.

Nor should it be used to make people money.

Women, men, children, pets, and animals die. And suffer.

The brave people of Ukraine know this agony firsthand.

In addition, every war stirs up an ugly bunch of emotional sewage for all veterans and their families.

This weekend would be a good time to check in on veterans, friends, family members, or those serving, and let them know you support them.

Because our days in the United States right now resemble cleaning my bathroom.

What I thought was a simple job turned into three and a half hours.

Life is never simple. Neither is logistics.

We’ve got a lot to clean up these days, in the USA and around the world. We’ve got big messes on ALL of earth’s grocery aisles.

We break it, we own it.

But we must support our troops when they are mobilized.

Do it for the future veterans we are making today who are honoring their oaths to the Constitution. At great risk to themselves and their families.

Because real warfare requires steady professionals with strategic and tactical brilliance and logistical magicians.

Leaders who truly care about our troops and humanity in general.

I don’t see that from the current civilians responsible for this tragedy. Far from it.

More like subpar soap slime in my shower drain.

But you know what comes out of our current American decay? Decomposed rot turns into compost. With that we can grow a better democracy out of the wreckage that works for we the people. Not just the billionaires.

Right now, we have to be like oxen and plow ahead to create a better country that is fair and equal for all.

Because as a veteran and military romance author, I don’t want to keep writing about the trauma of our military members who are used as pawns, not people, and the lasting effects of those tragic decisions on their lives.

Serving in the military, we fight, cry, bleed, and die together. We are bonded by blood.

This weekend, please remember the ultimate sacrifice of our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, National Guard, Coast Guard personnel and military animals over the last two-hundred and fifty years.

We owe their priceless gift to our nation more than fancy speeches and photo opportunities for a day.

We have to do the daily work to carry on the ideals for which they gave their lives.

Every small step forward counts.

Lead with kindness and love.

Support our troops.

Have a safe weekend.

Peace out.

 

“Memorial Day Thoughts” Copyright © 2026 by Kimberly A. Cook. Image Copyright © 2026 by Kimberly A. Cook

Sending Valentine’s Day Wishes

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As a romance author, one would think this is my peak season for romance and happy endings. The holiday is a great reminder, but I prefer to practice love and happiness every day. Because love is still the most powerful force in the galaxy.

One reason I watch the Olympics is to learn the athlete’s back stories, as we call it in the writing business. How they came to be the person they are and ended up on the team. The athlete’s paths range from poignant to harrowing to determined. But they never achieve their goals alone, they have a support team of family, friends, and coaches around them.

The Olympic athletes are a prime example of what it takes to strive for a dream. To want to represent your country on the world’s stage. Be the best for that one moment.

They are the good in all of us.

As a military romance author, this is one reason why I write about veteran couples. My women and men characters who avoid love in all the right places are part of a bigger story about life after military service. It can be a bumpy road at best.

In my books, I get to provide happy endings for veterans who many times do not get that in real life. Does that ignore reality? No, my goal is to remind those who don’t serve about the level of love and commitment from those who do, and the toll it can take during and after service.

Are veterans perfect? No. But that is true of mankind as a whole.

In the end, our active duty, reserve, and National Guard members swear an oath to the Constitution to defend our country against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

With their lives.

There is no greater love.

In my heart, Veterans Day and Valentine’s Day have a lot in common.

Have a cupcake, cookie, or a piece of cake on Valentine’s Day to celebrate the power of love.

Maybe share one with a veteran?

Love does save the world.

Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!

Happy Holiday Wishes

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Cookies with some of my 1950s kitchen diner decor. Simple pleasures make me so happy. (Yes, there is milk in the teacup. Soon to be hot cocoa.)

A quick note to wish you all a happy holiday season. I went cookie baking crazy last Thursday and made Peanut Butter Blossom, Mexican Wedding, and a few gingerbread cookies. Now I need to stuff them all in the garage freezer to avoid munching on the leftovers.

Confession: I’ve already eaten all the New Year’s Eve potato chips and most of the dip. It’s the rain’s fault. And since I refuse to enter the grocery store until after the holidays, I will make do with Ritz crackers. Always have backup snacks.

Saturday, I watched The Six Triple Eight movie on Netflix about the World War II black W.A.C. Battalion that deployed to Europe. Those women were amazing and true examples of leading by example. They paved the way for women like myself, who joined the Women’s Army Corps in 1975. 

For those of us comfy at home, a big thank you to our troops serving around the world to keep us safe while we enjoy the freedom of their sacrifice and their families. It’s a 24/7 commitment that doesn’t stop for holidays or bad weather.

That includes the North American Air Defense Command, NORAD, making sure Santa has safe passage on his trip tonight. You can track him at https://www.noradsanta.org/en/map

As I write this, he is heading for Natal, Brazil. He is on track and on time! 

Wishing everyone a happy, safe, and calm holiday season.

P.S. Santa has just cleared Salvador, Brazil. He’s booking it! Go Santa!

 

Pumpkin Gratitude and Thanksgiving Wishes

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Just took this out of the oven. Should have stirred the drops in the middle of the pie before baking, but regardless, we’re eating it tomorrow. Bring on the whip cream!

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. Food, family, and friends.

The best things in life.

I wanted to send a quick wish of happiness and gratitude to everyone this Thanksgiving Eve. I have so many things to be thankful for and I try not to take them for granted.

With that in mind, please remember our troops serving around the globe defending our freedoms at this minute. Having spent holidays away from home in the military, I know the troops make do and celebrate the best they can, but it is a sacrifice, part of the mission. Keep them in your thoughts.

To my fellow veterans, thank you for your service and know I recognize the challenges after service. Please seek help if you need support. You’re important to your warrior sisters and brothers.   

Wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving with family, friends, and fur babies.

Spread kindness.

Hugs,

Kim

 

It’s Holiday Hustle Time! Or Not

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Holiday hustle
Walked into the big box store on October 17 and was greeted by this. Gah! But isn’t the penguin cute?

Everybody still full of turkey? Not me. Due to my sister’s dental surgery, we opted for spaghetti take-out this year. With garlic cheesy bread. I’d give up the keys to the kingdom for that amazing delicacy. Since I figured spumoni ice cream did not go with pumpkin pie, I adapted and made brownies instead. Worked like a charm. No complaints.

I’ve made my holiday gift list and pulled down the box of Christmas cards to mail. No idea when that will happen. The shoemaker elves appear to have gone to the North Pole for better wages, because they’re not in my house.

My current work in process has moved out of town with my editor, who sold her house and had to move in two weeks flat. It’s a miracle the manuscript isn’t in their storage PODS waiting for delivery. Yes, we are old school. She edits on actual paper. So do I. Computer screens are tricky and can disguise and change words without your knowledge. That’s my excuse and I’m using it.

Then this past week, I decided to rip my home office apart and purge and reorganize books. Do not attempt this without massive amounts of chocolate on hand. Everything was going great until I realized the cable connection would be behind the tall bookcase. Sigh.

A five-day craft project ensued to move the cable box using a sheetrock saw, drill, tape, mud, sanding, and texturing from my construction Ninja friend. My desk and office were draped in pink sheets. Dusting and vacuuming happened. Then I applied two coats of paint after hunting down the original color chip and getting it matched. 

Today the books go in the bookcase!

I think that epitomizes the past couple years. No matter what you start out to do, something is going to make it a challenge. For those of us not quite ready to go prime time with naked faces, heading outside to be with people seems like a complete Indiana Jones type adventure. More snakes and rolling rocks than fun treasure. And that’s okay.

I’ve always walked to a different drummer, expect during Army basic training, but every person on this planet has a story about this pandemic. We’re all doing the best we can, except for the usual outliers who prefer crazy all the time. I’m going for boring.

We’ve had enough drama. With all that is going on in the world, you have my permission to hide under your bed until 2023. I plan on doing that myself.

But I bet I will find dust bunnies I need to clean.

First world problems.

Know there are others out here with anxiety issues, holiday stress, lockdown syndrome, and obsessive-compulsive office rearranging impulses. I’ve got all of those on any given day. Reach out for help when you need it. That makes you a mental health warrior and a badass. Trust me.

We don’t know how to do all the things all the time.

That’s why coaches get big bucks to teach the rest of us how to do things from football to writing.

Same goes for mental health; get a coach if you need one. That might be a friend, a pet, or a professional counselor.

Last time I checked the majority of us were not around during the 1918 Spanish flu epidemic, so this pandemic rolling dumpster fire is new for all of us. And apparently relentless. Nobody make a song about Covid, flu and RSV unless the Minions sing it.

For those of us in the sexy senior category, it does feel a bit like we have targets on our butts. But don’t count us Baby Boomers or our older scouts out. We grew up without seat belts, bike helmets, the Internet, and cell phones. We have vintage skills, survival know how, and power tools.

And we are happy to welcome the Zoomers, aka Gen Z born 1997 – 2012, to the table who have gotten a baptism by fire and appear up to the challenge. Whatever the cool word is now, you folks are that. I salute you.

As we move into holiday central, be kind to yourself and others.

And feel free to make brownies. It helps.

Thank you to all our veterans, active duty, reserve and guard military members, hospital and medical staff, law enforcement, and fire fighter personnel for keeping us safe 24/7 around the globe.

Santa has you on the very nice list.

Digital hugs to all and to all a good night!

P.S. There are never enough cat videos and this month our local feline celebrity is my favorite! I give you OwlKitty!

 

“It’s Holiday Hustle Time! Or Not,” copyright © 2022 by Kimberly A. Cook. Image at top of the blog copyright © 2022 by Kimberly A. Cook

 

Prepare For Pumpkins And Comfort Food!

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Gala apples in full beautiful bounty at Packer Orchards and Bakery. Harvest time!

Dashed up the Columbia River Gorge for a pre-harvest comfort food haul before Labor Day. What to my wondering eyes appeared but a pile of mini pies at my favorite bakery and fruit stand, Packer Orchards. With the first of much needed rains coming in tonight to help drown our forest fires and clean the air, I am secure in the knowledge that tucked in my freezer are two huckleberry and peach mini pies. Plus a bunch of huckleberry empanadas. Emergency rations for the coming winter.

This is the time of year I’d like to gather a fuzzy blanket, a pumpkin pie, a can of whip cream and head for my overstuffed chair with a pile of books. Not only does the coming cold wet weather give me a chance to snuggle in and read, but the eats are amazing. Which is why I also have an electric treadmill. Actually using it seems to be an issue. But even my stretch jeans have limits.

Tower of mini pies! Heaven on earth.

Its been a summer of three months of August, according to my temperature chart. I find one month of August quite enough, but the three we had this year kept everyone confused. And holding our breath. At this time last year we were coming off fire evacuation alerts and trying to breathe in a smoke inversion which outdid Beijing, China, on their worst day. Hoping we can all take a deep breath and relax after this weekend. We are supposed to get a couple inches of rain. The trees will be so happy. And the wildland fire fighters. I may frolic in the drops myself.

This has been a summer, a year, and a couple years of crazy for everyone. For me, I’ve learned to really appreciate the little things and keep life simple. My decluttering work goes on, so maybe by next year I can find my carpet and the garage floor. Gives me something to do when it rains.

Monday is the Harvest Moon and Fall officially starts on the twenty-second. The Halloween candy in the stores is getting picked over and I just bought my new Christmas gnome decorations at Dollar Tree. Tis time to shop for the seasons. Or hoard mini pies.

Enjoy these waning days of summer and the glory of the changing leaves. We’ve been through a lot lately, my fellow earthlings. But we’re made of tougher stock than we realize.

Spring will come again. And boy howdy, do I have some pent up adventures to take. Make your travel list now.

A day trip to anywhere counts. Including the backyard or a city park.

Cans of whip cream and holiday cookies count too. COOKIES!

Fall Ho!

P.S. Filbert at the Oregon Zoo shows the exact attitude that makes him our state animal. His work is never done on that blasted dam and he has to cut and haul major snacks back to his den. I appreciate his commitment. We snack seriously here in Oregon. He illustrates me getting food ready for the NFL football season! Did you SEE the RAIDER game Monday night? Good times!