An Amish Family Reunion
Mary Ellis
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0736944877
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
During a rumschpringe visit to Niagara Falls, Phoebe Miller meets Eli Riehl, a young man who charms her--and everyone else--with his exceptional storytelling ability. When Phoebe sketches scenes to illustrate one of his tales, Eli encourages her incredible talent, and together they embark on a lofty and unlikely business venture for two young Amish people--writing and illustrating a children's book.
Eli's kindness and appeal extend beyond his knack for words to reach inside Phoebe's heart. But he is an only son with five sisters, and when his father suffers a heart attack, Eli gives up his writing to assume responsibility on the farm. Though willing to abandon his dream of becoming an author, he won't give up his beloved Phoebe.
Can their love for a good story develop into something that lasts forever, or will Phoebe's deep-seated fear of desertion stand in their way?
Too Hot to Handle (Domestic Gods, Book 2)
though she’d wandered into the wrong house but the residents were too polite to tell her. How could she live surrounded by affectionate and endearing people, yet still feel utterly, completely alone? Julia stepped down from the buggy gingerly, always a little nervous to see if her legs would hold her. It had been years since her double knee-replacement surgery, yet she remained skeptical about the stainless steel substitute parts. Simon took her arm to steady her. “Easy does it, fraa. Did you
hand and headed toward the house. Once she and the boys stepped across the threshold, Julia scolded her with the first words from her mouth. “Emma! Why on earth didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Julia stood by the sink looking as angry as a wet hen. “I have nothing baked but whole wheat bread! Not a cookie in the house.” “Hullo, dear mamm. Jah, I’m tickled to see you too.” Emma smiled as she set the baby’s carrier on a kitchen chair. Julia smiled at the sarcasm. “Make yourself comfortable
room. But I do like the breeze blowing through it. It’s so much cooler on days like this. Why must we keep our hair hidden? I would like to wear one long braid down my back. It would still be out of the way. I get headaches with it coiled and pinned like a roll of garden hose.” Hannah chose her words with care. “A woman’s hair is her crowning glory—something only her husband should see.” “Why? It seems silly to jam so much hair under our kapps.” Phoebe hastily twisted her locks into a huge bun
Hostetlers’. They had a bad fight afterward, and Matthew spent the night in the porch hammock. I don’t think they’re talking to each other yet, except for things like ‘Pass the catsup’ or ‘Would you like more noodles?’” “Ach, you probably landed on an already festering sore. Coming back home often can be tricky once you’re accustomed to living on your own. Any grandmother would want time with her kinskinner.” Julia felt little consolation. “Simon warned me to mind my own business, but I didn’t
long silky blond hair hanging in his eyes. She refocused on Mrs. Carter. “I love little kids and I love stories, so I know I would enjoy doing the story hour.” The librarian stuck out a hand to shake. “Write your name, address, and an emergency phone number in my book. If you can’t come some morning, don’t worry. I’ll always be here to take over, but if you’re agreeable, be here by ten o’clock each Friday.” Phoebe pumped hands energetically, something Amish young women seldom did. Then she
