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Family Heirlooms Series, Book 1: Baby, Baby by Karen Wiesner

Nuggets of faith can be passed down as family heirlooms from parent to child, sibling to sibling, spouse to spouse.


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Book One Family Heirloom: Accepting God’s will

A Proverbs 31 wife wonders, does “submissive” mean giving up having anything of her own?

Thirty-seven-year-old Tamara Wolfe married her childhood sweetheart, Robert, right out of high school and proceeded to have a passel of children who fill her life to capacity. With the last of her children in preschool, Tamara decides to make a business out of her long-time love of creating designer gift baskets. She doesn’t expect Robert to be against it from her first word.

Robert has always prided himself on giving Tamara the option of staying home to raise the children, just as his father did before him. Since birth, it’s been drilled into him that a man who doesn’t provide for his family is the worst kind of loser. What will happen if her business takes off? She won’t have time to take care of the family. Worse, maybe she won’t need him anymore. Although they’d agreed years before their family was complete, Robert considers that perhaps the cure for Tamara’s restlessness is another baby.

Tamara prays for wisdom. All she wants is a small space of time for herself. Is she being selfish? Or is God leading her to continue being an outdated model of the Proverbs 31 wife–submissive, but never equal?Next Book in this Series

GENRE: Inspirational Romance    ISBN: 978-1-921314-29-2    ASIN: B00MBOYW70    Word Count: 73, 926

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Based on 7 Reviews

4.0 out of 5 stars A Good Book

Peaceful, WI Tamara Wolfe is Thirty-Seven years old. Her life has been filled to capacity since she married her high school sweetheart, Robert, right out of high school and having several children. Now that her last child is in preschool, Tamara makes the decision of taking her long time love of creating designer baskets and to turning it into a business. What she doesn’t expect is for Robert to be against it so she seeks wisdom by praying. She just wants a small space of time for herself and that has her questioning if she is actually being selfish. She also wonders if it is actually God is leading her in that direction or is He leading her to continue being the outdated model of a wife of being submissive but not equal. This is an interesting story that shows how faith can lead the faithful. For those that enjoy inspirational stories they will greatly enjoy this one. The reader is taken on a journey as Robert and Tamara find their way though Tamara’s decision of having her business and what it means for them together. It is interesting to see how they grow through the story. The characters are complex and well written and move the story along very well. For readers that enjoy this genre this is definitely a series to check out.

Larena Ard February 22, 2016

5.0 out of 5 stars ENJOYED VERY MUCH!

BABY,BABY by Karen Wiesner is book 1 the Family Heirlooms Series. I liked Tamara very mush. The way she had to deal with a controlling husband. She always came thru with God's help. She was very strong in God. She was like a cup of cold water. This could teach us a few things of how to trust God in our time of trials. I enjoyed this story very much. Received for an honest review from the author. RATING: 5 HEAT RATING: SWEET REVIEWED BY: DorothyA, My Book Addiction and More


4.0 out of 5 stars real to life characters in a warm, believable story.

Tamara and Robert have had a nice marriage raising several children together. They have shared their ups and downs and most importantly have shared their faith. As their youngest child enters pre-school, Tamara is encouraged by a stranger to market the gift baskets that have been a labor of love for her to make special and give as gifts. Before she even realizes it Tamara is buying the materials and passing out flyers through her friends and sister-in-law who think this is a grand idea. Unfortunately, when Tamara presents the idea to Robert he is angered and threatened. Robert's father had always insisted that it was the husband's responsibility to provide for the family and his wife had no business going out to work. Robert had no idea how limiting this was for his mother and he has managed to forget his mother's unhappiness at the restrictions placed on her. Robert argues that setting up the basket business will effect Tamara's household and family life. Also he insists that they don't need the extra money that she could bring in. Even if it would help with upcoming college expenses which will stress their budget if he doesn't get the promotion he is fighting for at work. Robert is a worrier and has had times of depression that Tamara has patiently worked through. Now he gets more tense as the promotion looks like it will go to a less qualified co-worker. He also wonders if Tamara might be attracted to another man at their church who has had a secret crush on her for years. Tamara is concerned that Robert may even be trying to force her to get pregnant to keep her with young ones so she can't develop this side interest. His behavior causes pain and hurt for Tamara and frightens his sister who thinks that he will be unreasonably dictatorial like their father. Tamara is a beautiful, loving and supportive character - I'd love a friend like her. Robert's work stresses are very vivid to me as my husband had to deal with a similar situation. The tension builds and secrets are revealed. The couple experiences much stress and some estrangement before they can talk clearly and hear each other's concerns and desires. This communication problem is so real in life, as are the problem of worrying too much and the issue of submission being improperly used as a tool of control in some Christian households. The writing flows well and kept me engaged in the interesting problems. I was anxious to learn how the matters were resolved. I highly recommend reading Ms. Wiesner's works if you enjoy life-like stories that deal with real Christian issues. Interesting quotes: Tamara's thoughts: Has she been so giving that her own husband felt no compunction about being selfish and insensitive to her? Location 1533 Tamara to a friend whose husband isn't a believer: "Ed doesn't own your soul. The Lord does, and He wants to be the source of your reliance." Location 2033

MSEreads February 24, 2012

4.0 out of 5 stars A marriage struggles to find balance and compromise

Tamara and Robert grew up together and have always been in love. They married right out of high school so Robert worked instead of going to college. Now years and several children later their youngest child is going to school. Tamara has always been a stay-at-mom and loved taking care of her husband and family but now that she has a little extra time on her hands she wants to doing something she loves, making hand woven gift baskets. Even better is that people might be willing to pay for them which would give them some much needed extra money as there oldest son is going to college. Robert has worked at the same place for years and has all the right experience for an upcoming promotion opportunity but he may be passed up because of his lack of a college degree. It has been drilled into him by his father that a man takes care of his family. So when Tamara mentions selling the gift baskets he views it as a threat. Robert thinks that maybe if they had another child Tamara wouldn't be so restless. Can their faith see them through a situation where there seems to be no compromise? I found this to be quite an interesting tale. In a lot of fiction stories you find the lead couple young and never been married. Not so in this story. This lead couple has been married a number of years and their world is somewhat shifting because their youngest child is now in school. How things had always been were changing. Change can be a scary thing to an insecure person. Robert was insecure. I really liked Robert. He was sweet and loving to Tamara but I felt like he was being unreasonable about Tamara's basket business. Although as you get to know his background you can somewhat understand why he felt that way. Our emotions aren't always reasonable. I liked Tamara as a leading lady. She displayed an inner strength that helped her deal with her husband's issues in the right way. I also liked how this couple was determined to make things work. I think sometimes couples are just too quick to give up. So I appreciated the way they were determined to see it through. Tamara always strove to do the right thing in the right way. In the story there is a male friend who has feelings for Tamara (unbeknownst to her) and he's very supportive to her when her husband is not. She confides in him that Robert isn't happy about her business. I think a valuable point was made in the story that it's not healthy for a married woman to have another man as a confidante. Very wise advice. I enjoyed the way the author allows us to see each of the characters internal struggles which is helpful in understanding why they think the way they do. I enjoyed all the secondary 'family' characters too and look forward to hearing their stories as well. Baby, Baby is the first book in the Family Heirlooms Series. A thank you goes to this author for providing me with this complimentary copy for my review.

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Chapter 1


Tamara Wolfe was in the middle of folding her third load of laundry when the doorbell rang. Still holding a pair of jeans, she opened the front door, a smile of greeting naturally lifting the corners of her mouth. The woman who stood on the wraparound porch was a stranger.

“Good afternoon,” Tamara said. “Can I help you?”

“Well…” The older lady started with just a touch of nervousness. “You don’t know me, dear, but I was walking past your lovely home, and I saw the baskets in the window.” The woman pointed to the curved bay window at the front of the house which was Tamara’s office and sunroom in the lower-floor turret. The many gift baskets she was working on for family and friends were displayed on the sun-drenched window seat.

Tamara started to explain her hobby, but the woman’s headshake stopped her. “How much are they?”

Surprised, Tamara laughed at the idea. “Oh, I don’t sell them.”

“Do you design them yourself?”

“Down to the basket itself. But I’ve never sold any. I give them away to family and friends,” Tamara told her. In all truth, she’d thought often about selling them and perhaps starting a small home business.

“That’s so nice of you, dear, but, you see, my daughter is a corporate executive in Chicago. Her birthday is coming up in a few weeks…and, well, I saw your basket in the window. The one with all the loofahs and bath supplies. It’s simply perfect for my daughter. Young women these days are so overworked. They make their own money so what do they need that they can’t provide for themselves?”

Tamara nodded her understanding.

“I never know what my daughter will appreciate. But I think your basket is exactly the kind of gift she’d love and wouldn’t purchase for herself. If it’s not too presumptuous, my dear, would you allow me to see it?”

The woman’s twinkling gray eyes and tentative, irresistible smile endeared Tamara. She ushered her inside the house.

“Mhm,” the lady murmured on a deep inhale, “it smells simply delicious inside your home, dear.”

Tamara smiled. “I make my own potpourri. Cinnamon this week.”

She led her to her sunroom, where the lady pointed to the very basket that had caught her eye from the street. Tamara’s relaxation basket, as she called it, had always been popular with friends and family. “That’s it. That would be the perfect gift for my hard-to-buy-for daughter.”

Spotlighted in the sunlight spilling in through the windows, Tamara admitted to herself that the basket looked even more irresistible. It hadn’t been the first time someone suggested she sell the hand-woven gift baskets she designed, but never had anyone wanted one so adamantly. The woman wasn’t interested in purchasing a similar gift basket from local shops or internet services. She wanted that particular basket, down to the color, the three-strand braided rim and the ribbon detail. Even when Tamara tried to offer one of the others she was working on, it was clear nothing else would do.

Even more astonished at having someone want one of her creations so aggressively, Tamara told her the final cost of the materials she put into the basket. Without hesitation, the woman pulled out her wallet and took out a hundred dollar bill.

“Can you duplicate that basket before next Monday, dear?”

Quickly, Tamara calculated the time she’d need to complete another basket. She didn’t have another made exactly like that one, so she would have to start from scratch. Weaving the basket would take the most time, but she had many of the items to fill it on hand. If she weaved a few hours every day until Monday… “Yes, but I really couldn’t accept–”

“I would pay twice as much. Please consider doing this. You’ll save me so much distress.” She handed over the money and a contact card, then turned on her heel and headed for the front door. “I’ll be back on Monday for my basket!” she called out over her shoulder as she walked away down the driveway.

Tamara stood leaning in the doorway, staring at the woman long after she’d disappeared from Queen Anne Street. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of shock. Someone was willing to pay as much as a hundred dollars for something she’d put together as a gift. Sure, her family and friends enjoyed her creations, but their over-the-top praise amounted to nothing more than appreciation.

Distracted, Tamara closed the front door.

Is it wrong for me to accept this money, to do this for a stranger? It isn’t as if I paid anywhere near a hundred dollars for the whole thing. This has always been my way of ministering to those I love. Somehow making a profit seems wrong now.

The woman had been so insistent. How could she not agree? Was she cheating if she accepted such a generous profit over her material costs?

“I would pay twice as much,” the lady had said, and Tamara couldn’t help smiling in satisfaction. She’d just finished the basket that morning, planning to give it to Helen for her birthday when she brought the girls home from preschool. She’d been extremely pleased when she finished it. After taking digital photos of her creation for her scrapbook, she’d filed a printout of the photo with her receipts for materials.

For years, Tamara had thought about a custom-made gift basket business–whenever anyone commented on her newest creations. She’d thought about it but never considered it with anything resembling seriousness–what with family, the house, church activities, Boy Scouts.

Would I even have time? But then I’ve had gobs of free time I honestly haven’t known what to do with since the kids went back to school and Cora started preschool. I might have time now. And we sure could use a little extra income…

Lord, is this something I should even be thinking about? Lead me, guide me, show me what You want me to do.

Tamara went back to her laundry and other chores, but her mind never left the hundred dollar bill or her prayers for wisdom for long. What if her loved ones hadn’t been humoring her? What if she really could sell her baskets for a small profit without taking time away from the rest of her life? A year ago, she’d been the one to insist the Lord would provide without Robert having to take a second job, but things had been so tight since then. Maybe this was God’s provision and could ease some of their financial burdens. If she did sell her baskets, nothing would change for the family. She could make them during the day. She could handle everything she always did and this! It was the perfect solution.

Tamara flitted from chore to chore, too excited to concentrate on what she was doing. What I wouldn’t give to talk to Robert now! After the Lord, her husband was always the first person she wanted to talk with about anything. But, given his work situation at the moment… He might balk just because it was something new and unknown.

She let go of a sigh. She’d have to wait until after dinner tonight. How would she control herself until then? She was bursting to tell someone. Maybe once she talked to Robert, she could decide if selling her baskets qualified as insane or actually viable.



Robert Wolfe groaned inside his head. Would the months of agony, since the plant manager had announced his upcoming retirement, end tonight? After Wayne mentioned that Dave wanted them to join him at The Mill for a drink following work, Robert couldn’t help wondering if the torment would ever abate.

Looking at Wayne’s retreating back and his cocky swagger, Robert shook his head before moving in the direction of the disinfection building to get an effluent sample.

The wastewater treatment plant in Peaceful, Wisconsin was city-run and all decisions about the plant were made by the city council. Glen Hargrove had managed the plant for over forty years. Robert himself had worked at the plant part-time as a teenager in high school, then full-time after graduation. With over twenty years of experience, he felt he should be a shoo-in for the plant management position. After all, the other full-time employee–Wayne Schumaker–had only five years of experience. But Wayne’s leg up was his degree in wastewater treatment. Robert had all the necessary certifications and credits but no degree. Although he and Wayne were both qualified to manage the plant, Robert’s solid seniority should have given him the edge, should have made it a non-issue.

Unfortunately, the plant manager tended toward wishy-washiness, and the city manager was an opinionated guy who liked to throw his weight and power around. Glen didn’t have the fortitude to make the right choice, and Dave Kowalski would do it with a glad heart for him. Dave didn’t know the first thing about wastewater treatment, but he enjoyed pretending he did. Any decision he made would be based solely on who he liked better. The city council would go along with anything Dave decided.

When his break rolled around in the afternoon, Robert headed for the break room. He dialed his home, hoping to get a few minutes of privacy before Wayne ambled in and started his ribbing.

Feeling warm, he unzipped his uniform jacket while waiting.

“Hello?” Tamara’s husky, sweet voice made a shiver go through him from ear to toes.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Robert,” she greeted him personally.

“I’m gonna be late tonight. Dave wants me and Wayne to come out for a drink.”

Her reply, “Oh,” seemed slightly hesitant. Disappointment laced the simple word. Robert assumed it was because she didn’t like him going into taverns like The Mill. But there were far worse places in town they could go. He didn’t like it any more than she did. “I know. I’ll conduct myself the way the Lord directs. Dave likes to play his little games. But you know I wouldn’t cross that line, even for the promotion.”

“Of course I know you won’t, honey. I just wish you didn’t have to go through this nonsense.”

“Yeah.” Robert let out a sigh. For the most part, he’d enjoyed his job. Until Wayne Schumaker had been hired.

“How late do you think you’ll be?”

“I’m not sure. Probably six. Maybe seven, if he draws it out.”

“I’ll keep dinner warm for you.”

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall drew Robert’s attention, and he turned his back to the open door.

“I gotta go. Love you, Tammy.”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you later.”

Robert hung up and turned in time to see Wayne’s jeering grin as he feigned kisses. “Talkin’ to your mistress, Wolfe?” He punched one of the buttons on the soda machine with more macho power than necessary.

“Don’t have one, don’t need one,” Robert said on a shrug.

More times than he could count, Robert had endured Wayne’s bad-natured taunts about his happy marriage and loving family, not to mention his Christian principles. After cheating on his wife, Wayne had lost his family and now lived his life with the gusto of a gigolo, including a stint in jail for not paying child support. Robert bit back words resting on the tip of his tongue and pressed his lips together. He’d always forced himself to get along with everyone, whether he liked them or not.

Once Wayne sauntered away from the soda machine, Robert moved over to it.

“So how is that fine wife of yours, Wolfie?”

“Tamara’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen that.”

Robert ignored the lewd comment, complete with the leering smirk on Wayne’s boyish face. Instead of sitting with him at the table, Robert leaned next to the microwave counter.

“You s’pose Dave’s gonna put one of us outta our misery tonight?” Wayne’s tone made it clear Robert would be the one put out of the managerial position. Wayne took a long swig of his soda, then let out a loud belch followed by his usual cursing. Robert masked his disgust.

Robert had no illusions that Dave would use any excuse to give Wayne the position when Glen retired. He was looking for Robert to cross the line. But Dave couldn’t discount his long years of service and experience, even if he wanted to. At least he continued telling himself that, and Tamara reassured him of it every time he faltered in his convictions.

He shrugged at Wayne, who finished off his drink in one gulp.

“Yeah. Probably just wants to buy us a beer,” Wayne said with a smirk that turned to laughter. He stood and sent his crushed can soaring into the recycling bin before leaving the room.

Robert couldn’t have been happier to see his retreating back. Grimacing, he opened the break room fridge and got the soda he’d brought with him.

Robert needed the promotion and the raise. Never mind that he deserved it. He needed it. At almost forty years old, he’d expected to be managing the plant long ago. Matt, his oldest son, would be going to college next year. Living paycheck to paycheck the way they did had never bothered Robert so much until Glen announced he would retire on October first.

The Lord had always provided for them, and Robert believed He always would as long as he remained steady in his obligations. But a raise–a true raise with a manager’s salary instead of an annual increase of fifty cents or less an hour every paycheck–would keep them from feeling so stretched every month, especially after Matt went off to college next year.

After taking a deep breath, Robert let it out in a slow rush during his count to ten. He hated the games he had to play just to get what, by all rights, belonged to him.


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