Summer Vs Winter…Are you a snow bunny or a sun lover? This is a typical summer day at our house. My dogs are outside enjoying the sun and the grass, and I’m working in my flowerbeds and garden. It’s warm, beautiful and enjoyable. Now, jump to the picture below…… I don’t take many pictures in the snow, so this is the front yard up against the fence, not where the flowers were, but about 30′ away. Now you tell me,…
I don’t have a picture of this one because, well….I was lying flat on my back and in no shape to take a picture. It started with my decision to stop at a U-pick orchard to get a bucket of cherries. It’s at the tail end of the season (that’s already running late due to a delayed summer/heat). So, all the fruit that could be picked from the ground was gone, leaving only what could be reached from a ladder….
What a day! It started out innocently enough but by bedtime I felt as though a cyclone had hit, upsetting my emotions and pummeling my body. See the little dog in the foreground? That’s my 7 lb. Chihuahua, Lacey, and her sister Bella (with the floppy ears). My two cats are in the background. Two weeks ago today Lacey decided to escape and run down to my daughter’s house whose property adjoins ours. See the crack between the wood post…
The summer is flying by and so much has happened that I’ve put several projects on hold. For weeks now a couple of obligations have stared me in the face, taunting me with their need to be finished. Each day I promise myself I’ll work on them, and each evening near bedtime I realize I’ve once again put them off for another day. I’m not sure why I torture myself this way. Why not just get it over with, even…
This is the story of our Mothers and Grandmothers who lived only 90 years ago. Remember, it was not until 1920that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote. These 33 women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailednonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs askingfor the vote And by the end of the night, they were barely alive.Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessingwent on a rampage against the 33 women…
Yesterday’s Promise by Delia Latham Please join me in welcoming Delia Latham to my blog. Delia’s new book, Yesterday’s Promise was released in March. Delia has been a friend for several years and I’m honored to spotlight her new book. I haven’t finished reading it yet, so will leave the review for later, but I can assure you that she’s a talented writer and you’ll enjoy her new release. Quite a delightful tale. I enjoyed the struggle between Hannah’s worry…
Goals–A Dirty Word or a Big Help? For years I avoided writing down my goals, figuring I knew them in my head and didn’t need to. That was fine at the time, as my life was relatively organized and not overly busy. Now however, things have changed. Five years ago I started writing Christian fiction and three years ago my first book released, with three more following and another coming next February. What has that meant in my life? Unorganized…
Novel Journey: Fiction Anyone? by Miralee Ferrell This is a clickable link….click on it to read the entire article. When speaking at women’s groups I often ask how many read Christian fiction, and typically about 1/3 of the hands are raised, if that. There seems to be a common misunderstanding in both the church and the world about Christian fiction. Christians often believe it to be shallow stories with no take away applicable to their lives, and feel it’s a…
Current Day Tombstone, AZ Isn’t this cool! It looks like a picture from an old west movie set, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. This is the actual main street of Tombstone today. The only main street….they don’t have one lined with modern shops, don’t have a grocery store. One or two gas stations with a mini mart, and a small market where you can pick up the basics, but otherwise all businesses are located on the old frontier style Allen…
No Greater Love–Inspirational Novel by Kathi Macias Forbidden romance, an unlikely martyr, and an even more unlikely hero. Orphaned four years earlier when their parents, active in the African National Congress ANC movement against Apartheid, were murdered, 16-year-old Chioma and her 15-year-old brother Masozi now live and work on an Afrikaner family’s farm. When Chioma and Andrew, the farm owner’s son, find themselves attracted to one another, tragedy revisits their lives. Chioma escapes to join an ANC rebel band in…