Another Hometown Book Party

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  If you don’t like to read, you haven’t found the right book. (J.K. Rowling) In 2005, my first inspirational novel, Scent of Lilacs,  was published. It had been several years since I’d had the fun of having a book published.  So when that book was released, it was almost like having a first ever book published again. In fact …

In the Good Ol’ Summertime

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“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” -Henry James Do you remember how you looked forward to summer vacation when you were a kid in school? I do even though summer did hold plenty of chores and work days for this farm girl. But there was also time to …

Have We Forgotten How to Read?

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I just read an internet post that suggests we’ve forgotten how to read. It included this quote from Eric Schmidt, the founder of Google. “I worry that the level of interrupt, the sort of overwhelming rapidity of information … is in fact affecting cognition. It is affecting deeper thinking. I still believe that sitting down and reading a book is …

A Stormy Day

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Summertime always brings a few storms. I was just about to go out and pick my blackberries before the birds ate them all and check whether the varmints had been back after the tomatoes, when the sky started getting dark and even began rumbling at me. Not to be deterred, I picked the blackberries anyway since the thunder was simply …

The Girl in the Picture

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Some things are keepsakes that can’t be gotten rid of even though they have no real value other than sentimental attachment. This picture is one of those things here at my mother’s house that my sisters and I would never be able to throw away. When we were children, the picture hung in the corner of our aunt’s living room. It …