Susan Dayley's Blog, page 33

July 11, 2011

Order from Chaos in 3 Easy Steps

When people come to my house, they often comment on how clean it is. This isn't exactly the case. The crumbs on my kitchen floor as I write this, remind me that after my work-out, I have a floor to mop. But I usually shrug off their comment with the reassurance that I'm an empty [...]
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Published on July 11, 2011 08:11

July 8, 2011

Because of Charlotte's Web

On my desk, among the clutter of black and white photos of my grandparents, a card from my daughter, and a pile of receipts that need to be entered into the budget, is the book, The Elements of Style by William Strunk and E.B. White. I guess it shouldn't surprise me that one of this [...]
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Published on July 08, 2011 06:57

July 6, 2011

Learning to Love from the Italians part II

This last year I enjoyed reading the blog posts from G.G. Vandgriff while she was in Italy working on her books. (This photo is from her gallery. Click on it to see the amazing detail.) I am delighted to have her as a guest blogger again today. Last week she gave us part I. Enjoy [...]
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Published on July 06, 2011 04:01

July 4, 2011

Happy 4th of July

Enjoy this video to the song "Where the Stars and the Stripes and the Eagle Fly" written by Kenny Beard, Casey Beathard, and co-written and recorded by Aaron Tippin. Filed under: Other Days Tagged: 4th of July, Aaron Tippin, America, Where the Stars and the Stripes and the Eagle Fly
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Published on July 04, 2011 04:28

July 1, 2011

Faith of our Fathers

There are a number of misconceptions that worry me whenever I hear them espoused as facts. Such as the statement that America is a democracy. Unfortunately, that may be true today, but in its beginning it was established as a constitutional republic. In this nation's founding, the fallacies and weaknesses of a democracy were not [...]
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Published on July 01, 2011 11:38

June 29, 2011

Learning to Love from the Italians part I

By G.G. Vandagriff When I began writing my twelfth book, The Only Way to Paradise, I didn't know if it would be literary fiction or chick-lit. I knew only that it would be about four troubled women on a "healing journey" to Florence, Italy. I had no idea what the Lord had in store for [...]
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Published on June 29, 2011 04:33

June 27, 2011

glow bracelets, sticky bubbles and a cross wind

Last week I attended a family reunion. One evening following supper, the host couple provided some entertainment for the children. One was glow bracelets. There were enough that each child had all he could want. They made chains and necklaces. They were taken into a very dark room (a lighted doorway was left open) where [...]
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Published on June 27, 2011 04:00

June 22, 2011

Giving from the Heart

When I was a child, my grandparents gave me a rocker that looked much like this. I have great memories with that rocker; especially feeding my beloved teddy-bear, Sandalina, soda crackers while she sat in it. I pilfered the crackers from the basement storage cupboards and served them with water. Since my parents gently insisted [...]
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Published on June 22, 2011 04:35

June 20, 2011

Summer Lessons in Math

I recently read an ad that referenced how much information children lose academically during the summer. With one math program, if the child were to continue daily small lessons without the three month break, they could skip to lesson 40 of the next level book. The first 39 lessons were essentially re-teaching what they had [...]
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Published on June 20, 2011 05:59

June 17, 2011

Only Way to Paradise

Below the wall, Tuscany lay spread out like a scene from a fantasy or a dream. Leaning on the wall with her elbows, she marveled at the view as she slowed her breathing. Morning mist still threaded through the valleys of olive orchards and grape vines, penetrated by tall rows of the Tuscan cypresses that [...]
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Published on June 17, 2011 21:22