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As we await the Holy Night, I sit and take in the nativity set given to me by my mother, piece by piece, over a series of Christmases. This display is what I ponder during advent. I recall, the nativity that we set out as children. My mom hand-painted the ...

So many good things begin with creaming butter and sugar! Including making “The Joy of Cooking” Iced Sugar Cookie recipe. This afternoon, my youngest son and I fired up the Kitchen Aid for our annual holiday tradition. From the time he wore a tyke-sized chef hat and apron to the ...

The freezing lake is only thick enough to allow the lightness of snowfall to collect on its surface. Too fragile to disturb with snowshoes. We stand in stillness and wait for the deep freeze of winter that will arrive. With it, the recreation of the season. It is the second ...

If only an idea was enough. Below are pictures from 2018 a year before I abandoned the novel with a working title “Poetic License.” It was my process to make a mess to map a twelve-month timeline, four characters, and a quest toward true friendship while in a Great Lakes ...

I read Jeremiah 29:11 one morning this week. Great plans! I wish I knew what they were. God declares he has plans to prosper and not to harm, plans to give hope and a future. All this for me and you, and mankind. Generally, I find comfort in my daily ...

They say you can’t go home again. But, you can. You can return to your roots and authenticity even if it’s been a long time! My roots are in writing communities. From small circles in living rooms and around kitchen tables to medium-size groups at the library, and the occasional ...

My current book in progress started in a blank journal in July of 2021. All this time later, it is still a work in progress. In terms of book-length work that people consider the only mark of making it as a writer, I’ve only achieved that feat one time here, ...

I used to believe in desperation. At desperate times, I still do. However, these days, more often I get the lucky privilege to believe in jubilation. A feeling and expression of joy! The more I focus my lens on gratitude and love, the more jubilation I feel. My face if ...

Six years ago, I moved my office to my child’s empty bedroom upstairs. I painted a dusty pink matte over the former Cars-themed room, which was complete with a racing stripe. I traded out the dresser and bed for a pair of desks – one for work and one for ...

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