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February 14, 2018
Spicy Red Lentil Soup: A Recipe from the Damselfly Inn
Something a little hot just for you! A few fictional years have passed since Nan Grady was feeding her friends at the Damselfly Inn, but she’s still very much a voice in my head. Married now, and going by Nan Fuller, and still feeding her friends. I imagine them gathered around the big farm table […]
Published on February 14, 2018 03:03
January 4, 2018
Onward!
Well, 2017 was a dumpster fire of a year. I’ve honestly never been so tired of social media, so fried on blogging, so inclined to hide out in a fictional Vermont town. That said, it was also the year I turned 40, the year my son reached double digits, our return to Disney World, and […]
Published on January 04, 2018 09:44
December 23, 2017
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Romance: Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Finale
Continued from part 13, or you can start from the beginning. “Wait,” Molly said. “This is the thing I’ve dreamt about for a year and a half, and when I realized it was coming true, I cried.” He started to speak, but she hushed him. “My first thought was, ‘It’s too soon.’” She shifted to […]
Published on December 23, 2017 03:36
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Finale
Continued from part 13, or you can start from the beginning. “Wait,” Molly said. “This is the thing I’ve dreamt about for a year and a half, and when I realized it was coming true, I cried.” He started to speak, but she hushed him. “My first thought was, ‘It’s too soon.’” She shifted to […]
Published on December 23, 2017 03:36
December 22, 2017
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Romance: Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 13
Continued from part 12, or you can start from the beginning. Walt could see, through the Sanders’ front door, Molly’s family gathered around the Christmas tree, staring at them. Molly’s face was in her hands, her shoulders shook. He grabbed a coat from the coat tree just inside the front door, wrapped it around her […]
Published on December 22, 2017 03:24
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 13
Continued from part 12, or you can start from the beginning. Walt could see, through the Sanders’ front door, Molly’s family gathered around the Christmas tree, staring at them. Molly’s face was in her hands, her shoulders shook. He grabbed a coat from the coat tree just inside the front door, wrapped it around her […]
Published on December 22, 2017 03:24
December 21, 2017
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Romance: Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 12
Continued from part 11, or you can start from the beginning. Molly’s brother Eddie slept later than anyone that Christmas. By the time his sleep-tousled sixteen year old self came downstairs, the rest of the Sanders family was deep into their coffee and Christmas Kringle. They unpacked their stockings and opened a their gifts while […]
Published on December 21, 2017 03:42
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 12
Continued from part 11, or you can start from the beginning. Molly’s brother Eddie slept later than anyone that Christmas. By the time his sleep-tousled sixteen year old self came downstairs, the rest of the Sanders family was deep into their coffee and Christmas Kringle. They unpacked their stockings and opened a their gifts while […]
Published on December 21, 2017 03:42
December 20, 2017
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Romance: Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 11
Continued from part 10, or you can start from the beginning. Christmas morning dawned much like any other snowy winter morning. Walt rose before the sun, meeting Murph, who waited in his idling truck, two styrofoam cups of coffee steaming on the dashboard. By the time the herd was milked and pastured, the sun was […]
Published on December 20, 2017 03:14
Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 11
Continued from part 10, or you can start from the beginning. Christmas morning dawned much like any other snowy winter morning. Walt rose before the sun, meeting Murph, who waited in his idling truck, two styrofoam cups of coffee steaming on the dashboard. By the time the herd was milked and pastured, the sun was […]
Published on December 20, 2017 03:14