I've been praying for friends--and everyone else--impacted by Hurricane Florence. It's amazing how quickly things can change, isn't it? Once the storm hits her part of South Carolina, Robin Helm's porch will not be looking like this. Those Coca Cola bottles? They are missiles, able to take out windows. That coleus plant will be shredded… Continue reading Going to Carolina in my mind …
I'll just put this badge here ... so that you can gaze at it along with me. My surprise is complete. A big Thank You to Clean Indie Reads for awarding me this honor. Truly, I give back only a little of the heartfelt support and encouragement I have received from this amazing group of writers.
Look what I found on Facebook! Isn't this the best? It is SO my house. I live with four grown men, working men. Housekeeping? Well ... you get the picture. Add in three more teaching days with middle schoolers. Along with promotion of our Christmas anthology, as well as two (soon to be three) simultaneous… Continue reading This is SO my house
I'm not a fan of name-droppers, no. Growing up, I was around plenty of them. I was raised in the greater Los Angeles area; our semi-rural community was within easy commuting distance of "beautiful downtown Burbank." Burbank is not glamorous, but it ought to be. Movie and television studios such as Disney, NBC, Worldwide Pictures,… Continue reading The company we keep …
Today I pause to give thanks and to celebrate the loving family gathered around me. My sweet Mom is no longer with us, but I am blessed to cook dinner today for my husband, sons, daughter-in-law, and neighbor. I have every reason to be grateful. God is good, all the time. My holiday has also been… Continue reading With a Grateful Heart
Our area of Oregon is famous for rain. Except it isn't rain, it's really just drizzle. Continuous, dreary drizzle. Until now. A new term entered my vocabulary this week: "atmospheric river." The entire west coast is being dumped on right now, particularly Northern California. I love drumming rain, but this is crazy. It's been scary to… Continue reading Atmospheric River
Trouble can help us to see things we would otherwise miss. Lovely or important things, I mean. Nobody needs to see that dust on the coffee table. Yesterday my husband carefully raised the ailing mini blind in our bedroom to take photos of the falling snow. At once two of the strings broke, and the thing… Continue reading The Things We Sometimes Miss
When snow and freezing rain hit the Pacific Northwest, we kind of lose our minds. Snowpocalapse! Hunker down! The end is near! Okay, so we're not quite that bad. Thing is, we get snow every two to three years in this part of Oregon. It really throws us for a loop. I ought to add that… Continue reading The day I wore Pajama Pants to Walmart
A new crop of 7th graders now inhabits my classroom. They're coltish, talkative, and desperate to master the art of sarcasm. Uh-huh. They're not very good at it. I give them props for trying. Needless to say, they are no match for me. But if they'd like to take me on, hey, I'm game. "Bring… Continue reading Be vulgar at your own risk!
Oral surgeons have two doors at their offices. One is for incoming patients--a nicely-appointed waiting room with magazines and such. And then there is the exit to the parking lot, for those who have had extractions under general anesthesia. A week ago, my husband had a cracked wisdom tooth removed. A laughable situation really, because… Continue reading Cat-sneak and the Door of Opportunity