When you want to capture the beauty of it snowing outside,
but you're, also, pregnant and hungry.
(You'll need to turn the volume up for this one)
When you want to capture the beauty of it snowing outside,
but you're, also, pregnant and hungry.
(You'll need to turn the volume up for this one)
On this glorious, drizzly day
We give thanks to our Lord
He gives us everything we need
And is listening with love and open ears.
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Could you imagine walking into the room and finding your cat like this?!
I screamed loud enough to wake the dead, re-kill them, and then wake them up again.
Luckily, all was fine when I double checked that she was, in fact, alive and well and just being a little stinker.
Today I have the joy of announcing that two short stories I wrote have been published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Tales of Christmas!
It is available now through Amazon, Bookshop, and Barnes & Noble.
The first story of mine is titled The Dreaded Oysters. It is a heartfelt tribute to my deceased grandmother, who always made oyster dressing for Thanksgiving. As much as I loved my grandmother's cooking, both grandmothers were fabulous cooks to be exact, I can't stand oysters! To the point that I can honestly say I hate them. I'm not entirely sure where my disgust for oysters comes from, though when I shove through all of the to-do lists piled in my head, I have a faint memory of a family trip when I was young where we went to a whole slew of seafood shacks. The trip was a blast, except that we got raw oysters at every single one and the last night I ended up with my head in the toilet for a good hour. It may or may not have been the oysters.
The second story is A Tradition of Days Long Past. One year, my husband and I were invited to go caroling with friends. I didn't even know people still caroled! Not to mention the fact that I was soooooooooo nervous about singing. This is a great story about sharing the warmth of joy and friendship.
Happy reading, everyone!
Our black and white, blue-eyed buck. His full name is Harry Potter because, you guessed it, he has a white mark on his forehead that resembles a lightning bolt. He's given us some pretty amazing babies!
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That is a frog climbing up my kitchen window... And it isn't the first one.
Fun fact of living on a farm: You WILL have animals of all kinds visit, climb, burrow, and chill-ax in and around your house. We've seen it all from a racoon that had climbed up to the second floor and was trying to get in through the bedroom window, to woodpeckers attacking our doors (I believe they were Downy Woodpeckers for those bird enthusiasts out there), all the way to peacocks coming over for a visit.
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