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What’s on the Roof Top? #holiday #duet
Today seemed like a good day to revisit my lone Christmas story. The idea for it was born from a visit with Genie Davis. We were wondering why we’d never written anything together, even though we’d been friends for a long time. Somehow, out of that discussion, the idea for Open With Care was born. …
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Happy Birthday, Dad
Today would have been my dad’s 90th birthday. The only thing he loved more than his family and his faith, was Wyoming. He certainly learned about homesickness during his service in WWII and Korea. He’d venture away, but was always happy to get home. My sister sent me the above picture, taken on his 89th…
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A Mulling Monday
It’s Monday and I’m mulling. Or maybe I’m pondering. Nothing heavy. Because it’s Monday. The hubs photo of the Sno-Ball stand is what started the mulling and the pondering. Or maybe it nudged some that had been lingering at the back of my mind. Where I grew up (northern Wyoming), we called them snow cones,…
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Time Travel Thanksgiving
I feel like I’ve been traveling through time. Being back home has swept me back into my past, and now I’m home for Thanksgiving for the first time in at least thirty years, possibly, probably longer. In the eighteen years of Thanksgivings before I left for college, I’m quite sure they weren’t all cold and…
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Putting on “Home”
When you plan a Christmas release, or any other holiday release, you have to “get in the mood” well before said holiday. If you start writing during the holiday, well, it won’t release until next year. I sort of knew this, but I’d never tried it. So I started working on Up on the House Top in…
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You Can Go Home Again
I know “they” say you can’t go home again, but actually you can. You buy a ticket, get strip searched at the airport, and many painful hours later, you walk off the plane in what used to be… Home. Or you can hop in a car and drive, bypassing the strip search and the painful…
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How I Came to Miss New Orleans
While the math is a bit sobering, I can’t make it add up any differently. It was—gulp—thirty years—and almost exactly two months ago—that we began our journey toward knowing what it means to miss New Orleans. The hubs and I drove there from Texas with one daughter, a one-month-old baby and a six-week-old, new hip…
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Getting Your Summer On
I am not a fan of summer. I know that sounds wrong, but I’m not. I have no problem with long lazy days. I do have a problem with heat. Particularly August heat, but this post is not another whine about something. As I was working on my publishing to-do list this week, I fell…
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Houston, We have Autumn…
I don’t know about you, but as the weekend closes in, I need things to lighten up a bit. And it’s autumn. Even here in Houston is is slightly cooler. And we have pumpkins, though not this display. This photo comes from the #hermitroadtrip. I pulled it from the hub’s Fickr page because it was…