"Papa Adam has given up.
Blind and helpless, the former chief carver for Santa is waiting to die.
Then a challenge from his youngest granddaughter helps Papa Adam realize that his life is not over.
That he can still contribute.
Mine. You can look, but remember who it belongs to . . .Mountains.Beautiful. Majestic. Snow-capped. Towering.Noticeable.I love the mountains. Maybe not as much as my husband, who is a true connoisseur, but why quibble over details?All my life, I have lived in the 'shadow' of the great Rockys. They were the immovable, dependable wall immediately to the west of us.Our…See More
Who wouldn't want to date this face?!Today's post, in honor of my 88 year old Dad, and because I have him on my mind, will be about . . .Dad's Worst Date, Ever!!!This should be fun . . .Dad was home from college for the Christmas vacation in the winter of 1946.He'd been working very hard. At least that is what he told me.Moving on . . .He was ready for some fun.What could be better…See More
"Oh, this is wonderful! As the author of two 'trad' novels and several ebooks, I will definitely be using this information. I have discovered that, even with a traditional publisher involved, much of the promotion falls on the author.…"
A repost of my most popular blog. Because the best teachers deserve to be honored again.The greatest teacher who ever lived, worked in Milk River, Alberta.In the Junior High School.I was terrified of her.And I loved her.Mrs. Wollersheim TAUGHT Social and Math.Notice the capitals for emphasis?I meant to put them there.My first experience with Mrs. W was in grade seven.I'll never forget it.I…See More
A couple of victims clients.Action.AudienceBranding.First a little lot of background . . .Branding, at the Stringam ranch, invariably took place in high summer.And lasted forever.Okay, I was six. Everything seemed to…See More
When Husby's family took a trip to the ocean, they had all sorts of . . . experiences.Grant, age 3. Jelly Fish rescuer. And cutie.It looked like a blob.It was a blob.A blob of jelly-like substance, trailing long streamers and lying inert on the dark, sandy shore.We stared at it. Walked around it. One of my brothers touched it with a tentative toe.Yep. Blob.The rest of my family soon…See More
"Just discovered Wodehouse. Okay, yes, I'm a late bloomer . . .
Hmm . . . favourite names . . .
One of my books, written about 10 years ago, features a young woman named J'Aime. (Pronounced Jamie). And her little niece named Bree. I was so…"
The ranch cook. With Chris and Jerry.Mom could make anything taste good.And it didn't matter what she had going in her life, meals were always plentiful and on time.She would serve a full, cooked breakfast of ham, eggs, pancakes and oatmeal, with lunch simmering on the stove and dinner baking in the oven so both meals could be produced quickly as soon as she got done…See More
Blair and Anita.And me. In my beautiful 'fur' coatOkay. I was six. Grade one is hard work! I was tired!And we lived a million miles from town!Enough background.Living 20 miles from the local schools might be a blessing during ‘snow days’ in the winter when the buses didn’t run, but the rest of the time, it merely meant a very long ride. A very long, boring ride.If one didn’t have someone to…See More
There really aren't 20 mule teams inside. I looked.On the Stringam Ranch, electronic media was in its infancy.We had one TV channel.And that only came on for a limited number of hours per day.Mom would park me in front of the TV just shortly before 10 AM, and I would stare at the 'Indian head' test pattern until the National Anthem.And then, magically, The Friendly Giant would appear.He read…See More
Diane, Welcome to the novelist group! You might introduce yourself by telling us what you’re working on in the “Show Me Your Novel and I’ll Show You Mine” discussion if you're not too uncomfortable talking about what you're working on. And we do a live chat every Wednesday; hope you can join us for that!