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Enough Bingeing Already!
My husband and I have discovered the joy of watching programs available through Amazon Prime. We made our way through Endeavour and are now enjoying Grantchester. (FYI - I think I have a bigger crush on Geordie than on Sidney.) But I feel like we just might be the...
Appalachian Thursday – Maple Syrup Season
Vermont gets most of the maple syrup press, but Appalachia produces it's fair share of the sticky, sweet stuff. West Virginia has 75 or so farms producing more than 2,500 gallons of syrup in a given year. And February into March is harvest season. The trick is to tap...
Mustard Seed Faith – At Last!
For a long time now I've assumed, based on Matthew 17:20, that my faith is pretty pitiful. Not even a mustard seed's worth. That scripture suggests that if my faith were as much as even a BB-sized seed, I could move mountains or cast mulberry bushes into the sea. And...
Appalachian Thursday – Cover Reveal
Earlier this week I sent out an e-mail with the cover of my next novel. It's a sweet sort of torture to see the cover and then not be able to share it until the book is available for pre-order. But as of Tuesday this week, readers can add When Silence Sings to their...
Spreading the Love!
Just in case you didn't know . . . Valentine's Day is this Thursday. I'm generally opposed to the holiday as an adult. It feels to me like a marketing ploy to sell cards, flowers, and candy. That said, I have fond memories of the day when I was a kid. At Adrian...
Appalachian Thursday – Weeeeeelllll
A friend and I were talking recently about our families--mostly the senior ladies in our Appalachian families--and how they can take a single word and communicate a wide range of meanings. The perfect example is the word, "well." Depending on the accompanying tone and...
Groundhog Day (and an even lesser known holiday)
You probably know that last Saturday was Groundhog Day. Not exactly one of the big ten holidays, but still, there was a bit of hoorah around Punxsutawney Phil who did NOT see his shadow which means an early spring! Of course, French Creek Freddie, a resident of the...
Appalachian Thursday – A Tough Funeral to Preach
In researching my current novel I stumbled across a story about a 1932 murder in West Virginia (ah, rabbit trails, writers love 'em!). A 31-year-old woman named Mamie Thurman was found dead on Trace Mountain in Logan County that June. A deaf-mute boy found her while...
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