Ellen Rimbauer books

The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer: My Life at Rose Red

He?nds the smells, the crying, the spit-up, even the breast-feeding abit too much to take. (This, despite the two nannies—one, a wetnurse who feeds Adam at night.) I suspect that when Adam iseight or nine—an age for hunting and ?shing and the like—myhusband’s affections may rekindle, but for the ...