This is one of the alkali lakes the characters want to minimize. Last week Before being stranded by an alkali storm, they were heading to Helena to present their experiments in hopes of gaining attention and assistance in… Read More
In the time I’ve been away from this blog wrote five books. Three are published under my romance writer name on Amazon. The fourth was inspired by a persistent group of 6th graders who insisted I write a… Read More
So we’re doing our social studies lesson when one of the boys yells “I just did it. She’s right.” His excitement has all of our attention. “I have the song in my heart. I can feel it. It makes me happy.”
It was enough to renew our sense of purpose. For a while. After two weeks of chopping,hauling, piling and seeing the “to do” pile was still larger than the “done piles.” (Seriously we have enough wood for five or six viking funerals) My husband was hearing my special words.
Gala Days isn’t about money, it isn’t about the attention you get when you are in the parade or play or winning on of the many contests or raffles. What makes the day special is our community comes together and individuals say “this is one way I can make you smile.” And guess what-smiles happened.
I was pleased because my fears were allayed and I was right. The village does care about the children and even though they may roll their eyes the children appreciate that someone cares enough to bribe them to do the right thing.
~Your dreams were not stupid.
~Everyone is as equally confused about life as you are.
~You don’t have to be mean to be successful.
~Your ability to love is stronger than any awkwardness.
This weekend I received the news. My sister wanted to bring the whole family and visit over the summer. This would include my sister who has spent her adult life in the fast moving corporate world; her boyfriend… Read More
In the absence of the distracting 500 channels of things I’ll never see, this experience has me wondering: is this an unintentional yet blaring statement on the necessity of the new media. Have they been relegated to a genre similar to Keeping up With the Kardashians or the quirky videos my husband watches on YouTube. Is broadcast journalism considered entertainment versus my understanding that they present the need to know content? And when did that happen?
I love the week of Christmas because it is the time of the year where the message that Christ gave is told all over the country. People telling other people that they are important. You are important enough for me to take the time to listen to you sing. You are important enough for me to bake these cookies and make you smile. You are important enough for me to sacrifice my sanity in the hopes that you will know you are valued. Christ’s message goes a little further, but this week shows people who won’t admit it really know the message.