Woghorts & Stinky Caves!

The Cave

The Cave (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, on Monday I told you I would finish out my awards with the 7×7 Meme.  I lied.  It’s actually the Lucky 7 Sheila Hurst tagged me with, which I guess is different.  The Lucky 7 tag works this way:

You go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript,

Then go to line 7,

Post on your blog the next 7 lines or sentences – as they are,

Then tag 7 other people to do the same (I’m just doing the sites I wrote about Monday— Continue reading

What I will NEVER do!

There are certain things in life that are just too risky, dangerous, or unpleasant to do.  Maybe you have your list.  I have mine.  But before I tell you one thing I will NEVER do, I need to scratch another item off my TO DO list.

I’ve received a few blogger awards over the last couple weeks, and need to accept and pass them on to deserving others.  But first, a joke to start (don’t award shows always start with a joke?):

Why did the chicken cross the road?   Continue reading

Book Review: Kitchen House

The title of this book appealed to me–because I like to eat.  And once I read the opening paragraph, I was hooked and inhaled the rest of the story.  I love when a book kidnaps me and holds me hostage until the end.  This book bound and tortured me with a myriad of emotions that threatened to destroy me (okay, that’s a little melodramatic, but it was very intense).

The story is set in slave times in America.   The kitchen house was where the more ‘elite’ slaves served–the ones that maybe looked a little better and were ‘fit’ to serve the white Master and his family.  The kitchen help didn’t have to toil in the plantation fields, but their lives still weren’t easy, as this book depicts. Continue reading

Angels in our Life: Courageous Cody

photoMy friend’s 20-year-old son just went through surgery to remove his leg. He had contracted an aggressive form of cancer and after many months of treatments to save the leg, it was necessary to remove it this last week to save his life.

We all had hoped and prayed that Cody would be able to keep his leg. Two legs are nicer than one. But when it came down to the nitty gritty, life is better than two legs.

A few months ago, I was at a youth meeting where the speaker brought up Matthew 18:8-9, where Christ says if your hand or foot offends thee, cut it off, for “it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire.” Continue reading

Squawk! We have some winners!

P1030274If you click on this image, you’ll see I have some friends in my plum tree that are VERY excited about this announcement.  They couldn’t stop Squawking.  And don’t comment and tell me I need to thin out my plums.  I know I do.  But the Mama bird was going berserk with me so close to take this picture, so I decided not to make her PLUM crazy by plucking fruit by her wee Robin babies.

Now I will announce the winners of my ebook, so you can open your mouth and squawk for joy like the Robinettes. Continue reading

Giveaway Day

Get your commenting fingers ready, because I’m giving away 5 digital versions of Eyes of Light.   All you need to do is leave a comment telling me your favorite book of all time (I love books).  And if you want an extra chance at winning, click the Facebook LIKE button on the side.  On Sunday, I’ll throw all names in a hat and draw 5 winners (I’m not a techno-savvy internet guru who uses fancy machine logarithms to choose winners).

That’s it!  Easy, huh?  This giveaway is ONLY for e-books, so if you don’t have an e-reader or know someone that does, you might want to pass.  Sorry.

Here’s a short teaser and character sketches Continue reading

Hikes around Redfish–That’s Heaven

RedFish Lake 088

I’m excited for school to get out for my kids…because then we can get back to the Sawtooths and hike through some pretty country.  I’m loving my backyard right now with all the irises bursting out, but it still doesn’t compare to the mountains.

These next few pictures are of hikes near Redfish Lake in Idaho’s Sawtooth Mountain Range.  The best thing about hiking these trails is that when you’re done and worn out, you just go sit on the beach and look out across the lake at the jagged peaks.  It’s Heaven! Continue reading

Yippee! It’s done!

EyesofLightWEBv2Maybe you already noticed, but my book is finally out!  Sigh!  Finally.

It’s taken a lot of work and editing and revising (about a gajillion and four times), but it’s done.

Eyes of Light was fun to write.  To read more about it, you can click on My Books to see a summary of it, links to both printed and digital versions, etc.  But for this post, I wanted to share a few pictures that go with scenes from my story.

On my 100thPost, I have a picture of the painting the ‘real’ Suvi painted, which was the catalyst for my story.  Suvi was social, talkative, and super bubbly.  I liked her a lot, which is why I didn’t send her on her way when she came door-to-door selling her paintings.  Continue reading

Priceless Pearls

Happy Mother’s Day!  On this special day, I want to thank my Mom and my husband’s Mom for all their love and support through the years.  I hope someday when I grow up, I can be as good a Mom as you two are to me.   All mother’s are different and wonderful in their own ways.  Mothers have the best (though riskiest) job on Earth.  Here’s my poem in honor of Mothers everywhere:

Motherhood is the business of forming rare pearls,
They once were just sand, plain and simple and gritty.
Once grains of sand in a mother oyster’s inside,
Causing irritation and burning that would not subside. Continue reading

Thoughts on Motherhood

I’ve loved this week of sharing some of my Writing partners’  thoughts on Motherhood.   Today’s guest is Shanell Wallentine.  She’s one of my role models.  She has 7 children, 1 new grandchild, and is busy as a bee helping not only her own family, but everyone else around her.  Amazing!  Here are her thoughts on Motherhood:

Motherhood was the way we played house as little girls; wrapping dolls in blankets and feeding them pretend milk out of pink-nippled bottles; putting them to sleep and laying them in miniature cribs and then making vicarious crying noises so we could pick them up and play some more.  Our babies never cried when we held them; we were such good mommies.  Continue reading