Dennis and I are sitting in Sawyer’s Gourmet Pancake House after church. I’ve wanted to come here since I first read about it a couple of years ago, but we never remember to go. A “natural and organic family restaurant” that serves “great food, not fast food.” There’s a sign that says everything is made […]
Archives for November 2010
Friendship~In More Than 140 Characters
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. ~Henri Nouwen
A Week of Weary
Yesterday was the first day I did not post on this blog. I tried, but my voice burrowed underground, and I could not dig it up. I’ve been weary all week. Tweeting and ‘booking and blog hopping bogged down. I dozed off at the computer. Maybe the back spasm and broken sleep had something to […]
There is Beauty
The stripping is complete and there is beauty. Peppers wither in the frost and there is beauty. The zinnia has succumbed and there is beauty. The African daisy refuses to give in and there is beauty. “Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Jody Hedlund: One-Word/One-Line Interview
Today fellow Michigander, Jody Hedlund, takes a break from writing, teaching children, and fighting sock monsters to celebrate her birthday with us! Jody is a debut historical romance novelist, a double finalist in the 2009 ACFW Genesis Contest in Historical Romance. I found an empty shelf at our local Gift and Bible where The Preacher’s […]
Book Review: The Preacher’s Bride by Jody Hedlund
Note: At the end of this review, there are instructions on how you can receive up to two chances to win a free autographed copy of The Preacher’s Bride! ********* If I had not connected with Jody online, I’m not sure I would have picked up this book. Which goes to show you can’t judge […]
Golden Confetti Rain
The diamond-studded grass crunches under my feet this morning. A few cotton wisps feather across the cerulean sky. And I am standing in golden confetti rain. The trees are letting go. I struggle for words to describe what I see and hear. Riffle. Ruffle. Whoosh. Pitter. Patter. Plop. Plop. Tumble. Twirl. Float. Flop. It strikes […]
