Meet the wonderful women of Redesigning Rose’s dedication. Here I am with my mom (back right), her mother, Granny Down the Street (front right) and my dad’s mother, Granny at the Lake (front left.)
Granny and Granny was confusing when my brothers and I were kids so we began adding where they lived after their names to understand who we were talking about. Thus they were named Granny Down the Street and Granny at the Lake for years, until we lost Granny at the Lake to a short battle with cancer in 2001.
These beautiful ladies have been such an inspiration in my life and with Redesigning Rose having such strong female protagonists, there was no doubt in my mind as to who the book should be dedicated to.
My mom is just pretending here as she’d read and commented on a few of the last drafts of Redesigning Rose. Granny Down the Street, although posing for this picture, is actually reading my book. Mom says it’s probably the first novel she’s read in decades; she’s been a magazine girl for as long as I can remember. I was a little nervous for her to read it with a few steamy bits, but, encouraged by her enjoyment of Sex and the City, I thought it might be okay. I forgot she watched the reruns – heavily edited. So far, though, all she keeps harping about is the swearing. You gotta love a liberal 86 year old Granny.
Lydia Laceby 
haha, I love that your granny is harping on you about the swearing! My mother did the same thing when she read my book for the first time. I believe her actual words were, “I don’t like all the f-words.” I was like, “There are only 2 of them.”
If only it were just two! There aren’t that many, I swear. But then again I have a desensitized sailor mouth.
yeah, I say words I don’t even realize I’m saying because the atmosphere at my job is so laid back, I forget not everyone finds sailor words appropriate for normal conversation!