In May of 2009, I was staring at the first day of the rest of my life. My oldest daughter was set to graduate high school in less than a month. Two years later, her sister would march right behind … [Read more...]
A Silver Star Thank You
A funny thing happened on the way home after an authors’ panel. I’d just finished a conversation with best-selling novelist, Diane Chamberlain, enjoying a rush of excitement that comes after chatting … [Read more...]
Recipe for March
Before March turns into April, I want to share a delicious Irish recipe. Beware, however, the aroma wafting from the kitchen as this dish cooks isn't very appetizing. Crock Pot Corned Beef and … [Read more...]
Veterans’ Tribute
Day is done. Gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh. Those are the lyrics to the first verse of Taps. The words are beautiful, and I loved … [Read more...]
Sunflower Oatmeal Bread
My husband loves sandwiches made on sunflower bread at a local diner. When we discovered the owner ships the bread all the way from New York to North Carolina (therefore justifying the extra charge … [Read more...]
Doing Hard Things
My husband and I met an acquaintance back in November who asked about our sons, sophomores in college. The man said his son had decided not to accept a scholarship to play baseball at a local college … [Read more...]
Christmas Cookie
For the past six days or so I've been trying to catch up with my baking. I've baked thirteen different kind of cookies--two are double batches, too. Here's one of my favorite recipes. It's one of the … [Read more...]
Gratitude Day by Day
A couple of weeks ago, a friend suggested keeping a gratitude journal. After I wrote entries for several days, I wished I’d started at the beginning of the year. So I decided to go back to January and … [Read more...]
Uniform Gratitude
Last weekend, I participated in the Writers’ Police Academy in Jamestown, NC. What a great experience. Some lucky people won lotteries to shoot guns, breach buildings, visit the jail, and participate … [Read more...]
Fresh Eyes
We always called it the fish pond. It’s a man-made pond hand dug by my great-grandfather out of a low, wet place on his farm. He thought everybody deserved a place to fish and wanted everybody to … [Read more...]
