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And then this happened... by Liz Flaherty

It's been a busy week, and an exciting one, which means I won't be doing a regular post today. I'll be back, I promise!
The third and final book in the Second Chances Series from Magnolia Blossom Publishing is out! Not in paperback yet, although that will happen soon. 

In the midst of a summer of change, they’re both searching for an anchor.
Dinah is a mom, a giver, and a doer, so she’s used to change, but this summer is kind of overdoing that. The diner where she’s worked for half her life is clos...

Christmas House by LoRee Peery

Welcome, LoRee Peery, to the Window Over the Sink!I'm adding LoRee's interview questions later, as we got a little lost in our translating! Thanks for your great answers, LoRee!
Thanks for coming today! If there’s anything you don’t care to answer, give it a skip.
1. What is your favorite thing about yourself? And your least favorite?
I smile easily, and often talk to strangers. I’ve been told others find that encouraging.What I don’t like is too many times those old insecurities come forth. I need...

Loree Peery

Christmas House blurb

A startling discovery after his father' s death forces Foxx Haven to face an unknown past. His life has been a lie. He' s distracted from work for the first time— by his heritage and his new neighbor. Can...

Just Talking... by Liz Flaherty

It was a dark and stormy night...

Well, no, it wasn't. But my mind refuses to settle in today. Even if I can think of something to write about, I don't get much further than the first sentence. Usually it's a little more original than the one above, but not always. So, let's just talk. Want to?

We went to Fort Wayne on Thursday. We did the errands we had to and then had dinner at Hall's Tavern at Coventry. I'm not a fan of cities with lots of roads and traffic in them, but I do like that restauran...

Big Life, Small Moments by Nan Reinhardt

I was thinking this morning about how other people’s lives seem so much larger than my own. My life is very ordinary, filled with ordinary stuff like laundry and weeding gardens and walks around the neighborhood. Cooking breakfasts, scaring up lunches, and dreaming up something wondrous for supper each night. I don’t go very many places—not to restaurants or concerts or movies or shopping. I’m mostly at home or at the lake, writing or editing. Sometimes, I go out to lunch with friends and a coup...

Soup Supper... by Liz Flaherty

Sorry. I'll be here today. Guaranteed to be wearing chili and be very tired. But we'd love to see you all there! 

Have a great week. Be nice to somebody!

The MacKenzie Chronicles by Brenda Whiteside

Years ago, standing with other parents in the lobby of a hotel waiting to be assigned a young Austrian boy who we would house for a week during a hockey tournament, I glanced over the group. A blue-eyed cutie stared at me, and our gazes locked. I had the wildest sensation I knew this child for eons. When they drew names, he was assigned to our home. Coincidence? I think not. We’ve been close friends from afar for decades. We always have been and always will be. The universe tells me so.

I’ve alwa...

"Before We Read, We Look and See."

 

I'm starting this on Tuesday of all days because I'm in Michigan on a writing retreat with Nan Reinhardt. I got 1000 happy words in today, plus had a great lunch and a walk around South Haven. But then this afternoon on Facebook, I saw the meme above. I thought, Oh, yes. 

Does anyone else remember the first Dick and Jane reader? Its first word was Look, and I was so mesmerized by it. Looking things up now, I found that the premise for that book was the title up there: "Before We Read, We Look an...

You're Not Fired, but... by Liz Flaherty

I "do" the church bulletin. Being slapdash in nature, I usually make mistakes in it. Not typos, just out-and-out errors. Wrong page numbers for hymns. Wrong numbers for scriptural verses. (Yeah, I have a problem with numbers--goes back to third grade when I met the multiplication tables.) Most Sunday morning services are accompanied with assurances that "you're still not fired."

In the real, not voluntary world, I should be, because I'm not very good at doing the bulletin. My mind wanders and I h...

Looking for Bobby by Liz Flaherty

Our prompt at Black Dog Writers' Group in September was to write about something between our ages of 18-22. We could tell the whole story, pieces of it, or just recount a moment. The stories people told were amazing--it was one of the beset meetings we've ever had. This one was mine. 
I wasn’t eighteen yet, although less than two months lay between June 6, 1968, and my August birthday. I was freshly graduated from high school, working a job I disliked intensely, and seething with the words to Peg...