It’s not about the “stuff,” although we are so very blessed with things, gadgets, and belongings. It’s not about the “stuffing,” although we will enjoy a feast.
It’s all about the love!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING and many BLESSINGS TO ALL!!
(Class of 68 photograph, Christine Nettleton; Boy and Grandfather Photograph, Lori Nixon; cat photograph, Monia Kanebog; brother & sister photograph, Marcy Hammond)
I’m delighted to announce that today, Tuesday, May 28, 2013, all six of my Alaska novels have been released as Ebooks by Open Road Integrated Media!! I thought that you might like to hear how this came about. Last August my husband mentioned that we really should look into my old contracts and see if…
This past year, my reading group selected THE INVENTION OF WINGS by Sue Monk Kidd for one of our discussions. We all loved it. From the back cover: “A triumphant story about the quest for freedom and empowerment, Sue Monk Kidd’s third novel presents the extraordinary journey of two unforgettable women: Hetty “Handful” Grimke, a…
I’ve lived in Michigan almost all my life, except for a short time in Oxford, Massachusetts, and another in Denver, Colorado, but this morning as I look out over our icy bay, I’m BOSTON PROUD. Happy Patriots’ Day, and many blessings to all of those folks participating in the Boston Marathon as runners, volunteers, organizers…
In Michigan’s Upper Peninsula where I live, farmers have a tough life. The growing season in a good year is a mere three months, often less, with frosts lasting into June and sometimes starting up again in mid-August, but we do grow very high quality hay, and also have dairy farms and some sheep farms….
Kids and grandkids have a way of touching our hearts, deep down – and our funny bones. We recently took a short car trip with our granddaughters ages 9 and 6 and stopped at a Sam’s Club to buy groceries. Nine-year-old: Yay! We’re going to Sam’s Club. That’s my favorite store! Six-year-old: Yay! We’re going…
My dad loves sardines. Open his cupboards and you’re sure to find a couple tins of those little slippery fish.I remember eating them as a child, although now, in the “prime of life”, I’m not such a fan. One thing is for sure. We never ever considered them to be high-class. Far from it. We…
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