My Minneapolis niece sent me a link to a coffee recipe. It sounds delicious. Thanks, Missy. I’ll reprint the link here, in case any of you would like to try it: http://m.landolakes.com/recipe/1425/hearts-afire-coffee. What could be better than a warm fireplace, a good book, and a cup of this coffee? To my friends in the Southeast: please […]
Feb 11, 2014
Morning Meanderings
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This morning, I read again the account of Jesus’ conversation with a Samaritan woman, found in John 4. It took place at Jacob’s well. The words of the Lord are the important part of this story. We read it and marvel. The well itself is fascinating. It is still in existence, although it is close […]
Feb 6, 2014
A Home-Style Love
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For some reason, homemade food seems to taste better on cold winter days. Hot soup, a pot roast, fresh-baked cookies, all of these warm the heart and the tummy. They are ways to say, “I love you” without actually saying a word. Following is an excerpt from the Etta Bend Book of Devotions: “The lines […]
Jan 26, 2014
Only in My Imagination
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Writers have to have a pretty good imagination but many people having a good imagination are not writers. Imagination is a gift–if used in the right way. The dictionary says imagination is the ability to come up with new and creative ideas. I would add, “flights of fancy”. Fiction is the result of somebody’s imagination, […]
Jan 23, 2014
Song of the Lark
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Inspiration–writers get it, need it, thrive on it, and sometimes it is as elusive as a passing thought. Not only writers–we all are inspired by others, by deeds, by heroism, or…by pictures! On my desk is a very small replica of a very famous painting, “Song of the Lark” by Breton. I don’t know much […]
Jan 21, 2014
A Little Thing Called Hope
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I call it the umbrella tree because in the summertime when I stand under the tree during a shower, I stay dry. The limbs are so twisted and there are so many of them, the leaves grow so thickly and profusely, that the ancient tree is like a natural umbrella, sheltering the person beneath it. […]
