“Gamma, Go see Bawd Eeego?” Of course I said yes. How can I refuse such abandoned enthusiasm? What […]
Today’s Gratitude List is short and so, so sweet: Sisters: I have five by birth and two by […]
Photo Friday: Night and Day
Don’t laugh at St. Francis. He’s over 30 years old. He’s a bit battered, but he’s traveled to […]
I became much more focused during April. Maybe that’s why I had a little more progress. Keeping myself accountable is doing wonders for my concentration. I’m such a slave-driver of a boss.
My Game plan for 2014:
- Get my novel published: I will get editors, a cover designer, and a publisher. I will.
Progress: My content editor,Lisa Romeo, is almost finished with her editing. The first of five beta readers is finished. I sat down with her and discussed A Land of Milk and Honey. She filled me with such confidence and encouragement. She’s a proven nitpicker of an auditor. Just what I need.
Thank you once again, Laurel. You prompt me to consider all the little things that bring gracious gratitude […]
I only have questions: Does this make you want to buy either product? Did the advertisers know the […]
People seem to love it or hate it; or so I’m told. But I say, don’t give rhubarb a raspberry, give it a try.
Summertime is a time when almost everyone thinks of simpler days gone by. For me, that includes remembering the wonders of rhubarb. As children, my sisters and I loved to rip a piece out of the ground and just chew on it raw. No harm there. An established rhubarb plant can take the tugging, and there’s a good dose of nutrition inside. Raw rhubarb is a great source of Vitamin C, Vitamin K, Calcium, Potassium, Magnesium, and Manganese, as well as chock full of dietary fiber.
Want to introduce some nostalgia into a summertime picnic? Hilda’s rhubarb crunch is from the 1970s, and still gaining compliments.
I didn’t want to write today. I felt empty. Down-in-the dumps. What’s the point? What do I have to say that anyone wants to hear.
I meditate. I read some of my book for book club. I read some of novel I wrote. I read some blogs. I discover a new blog through my link-up with Laurel’s Gratitude Monday. It’s “Mother of Nine.” Rather than inspired and gracious, I feel frustrated and jealous.
I feel even less motivated to write. Woe is me; I should make myself some Tear Water Tea.
I go outside to work on my water garden. Physical labor is what I need.
Each spring, I must re-level the pond edges. Winter freezes, thaws, heaves, and settles my creation. Water is the great revealer. Water seeps from the low spots. Water points out I am no longer near perfect in my creation.
I lug rocks and shovel dirt and check with my level. I am ready to fill up again. This year I will build a retaining wall in hopes of staving off winters damage.
I am hot. I am
Sometimes life seems to plod along with little excitement. No unhappiness, no drama, no big plans. Ho-hum. That, […]