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Thursday, March 8, 2018


Spring, almost, again! For me, in more ways than one. The winter has been long and gray, as far as writing goes. But personally there were some real high points. A new edition of my book, Disguise for Death, released by Wild Rose Press in December, was gratifying. But the major blessing was being able to spend a week with my precious great grandsons in North Carolina through the Christmas holidays. Their great grandmother on their mother's side, who lives next door to them, graciously invited me to stay in her home so I would be close by and not have to pay a hotel bill. I promised to send her some of my books, which I finally got done this week.
Unseasonably warm weather in East Tennessee caused jonquils and Bradford pear trees to display their spring finery early. Since the temperature has dropped and even snow flurries reported, maybe other spring blossoms will wait until their proper time to show!
The sunshine hinting of spring to come did lift my spirits so I've become somewhat less of a sloth. Who knows, maybe I'll even get back to being productive?

Friday, February 10, 2017

Here and Now

I'm usually glad when February arrives. Even when the weather is bad, which is normal for February, but not this year it seems. But when it comes, it means January is finished and done with. Why am I glad when January is over? First and foremost, it's the month in which my husband passed away, four days before my January birthday. Before that, as I got older, January signaled that I was, in fact, getting older.

In and of itself, getting older is not such a bad thing. If our minds are mostly normal, it means we've attained maybe a modicum of wisdom just by virtue of living so long. At least, I sure hope I have. I really wouldn't want to relive some of my younger years. Some I didn't deal with too well. Bad and unpleasant things happened during some of them which I sure don't want to relive. Good memories, now those would be a blessing to live and enjoy again, but as the saying goes, we must take the good with the bad. So I'll just stay in the here and now.

My life is not perfect now, far from it, but good things are still happening to offset those not so pleasant. One of the better parts of older life, I've learned to accept myself, warts and all, and to expect those who wish to remain in my life to accept me, too. I accept others, just as they are. If I don't agree with them on some things, well, that's why we live in a free country. Hard as it is to believe, some probably don't think the way I do! And actually that makes the world a more interesting place. I like hearing, reading and discussing how others may see life, if it's in a civil manner. Otherwise I can choose not to engage. And do. And life goes on.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Ends and Beginnings

I kind of dreaded this day before it got here. Then the week-long winter storm just before it kind of distracted me. But now it's here. The fifth anniversary of the fourth major event in my life that brought a totally new landscape to it. The first was marriage, of course, the second, motherhood and third, becoming a grandmother when my daughter's son was born. Then five years ago the fourth event, when my husband of more than fifty years left me and this world. It was not unexpected. He'd fought the good fight for almost three years, trying to come back from a major stroke. But he regained negligible use of the left side of his body and both mind and body slowly deteriorated. By the end, he sometimes knew me, but hardly anyone else. Watching the slow sinking of this shell of the strong, full-of-life young man I'd married was hard.
Now carrying the everyday responsibilities of life alone was permanent. I knew I was and am a strong woman, and my husband had never hindered me from becoming stronger through the years. But I was still a little surprised at how hard I was hit, and the amount of time needed to regain my equilibrium.
A somewhat unexpected fifth event helped me during the months prior to and after my husband's death. The birth of a precious great grandson. And now there are two, and the goal of being around to watch them grow up, in addition to personal achievement goals, keeps me looking forward to each day. Who knew such joy could come following the end of a big part of one's life.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Cornbread Girl in a Light Bread World

I've had a hankering for some cornbread for a while. But I didn't take the time to pull out bowl, buttermilk, cornmeal, skillet to make some. Today I decided was a good time to pull myself from the keyboard and enjoy a pone of homemade cornbread. It's good, if I do say so myself!
When I was growing up deep in the Georgia back country, the bread in our diet consisted of biscuits, cornbread, occasionally crackers and 'loaf bread.' The last was what we called store-bought bread, and it was seldom found on our table. I would not attempt to tally the number of biscuits my mother 'stirred up' and shaped by hand over almost forty years to feed her husband and, eventually, eight children. My parents divorced when only two of my siblings were still at home, but I'm sure she still made biscuits on a regular basis. And even after she was diagnosed with Type II diabetes.
I married and moved to Tennessee and I heard loaf bread called 'light bread.' And was introduced to the mouth-watering delicacies, homemade yeast bread and rolls. Of course, even in Tennessee, cornbread was and still is a well-loved staple at the dinner table. Biscuits, too, especially for breakfast, accompanied by a good serving of gravy, bacon and scrambled eggs.
By the time I moved to Tennessee though very few housewives stirred and shaped the biscuits by hand like my mother. Spoons were used, mostly wooden spoons, also new to me. I was happy to learn that method, I hated the feel of sticky, wet dough on my hands.
To say my family was poor is like saying Donald Trump is well-off. In fact, most of the people around us were in the same boat. The time period in which I grew up was the tail end of the Great Depression, and recovery was slower to reach rural Georgia.
But I believe that era produced strong, self-reliant people who have contributed much to the world. And I don't regret those years. I'm quite happy to be a 'cornbread girl in a light bread world.'
I wrote this piece several months ago, last year in fact, as one of my Kingsport Daily News columns. But I was thinking of making cornbread today and decided to recycle it.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

How Can They Get Worse?

I shudder to think what subsequent videos will show, after the first three. I don't want to look at them either, as many will not. The old 'out of sight, out of mind' meme works well, sometimes. The only reason I would urge anyone to watch these videos as they are released is that it would motivate enough people to end this plague on our nation. For I truly believe as long as America allows such slaughter of innocents, not to deny that we are guilty of many other blots on our national soul, and other nations are just as or more guilty, we are moving further and further from the protection of God. Our children and grandchildren will pay for them. At the hands of our enemies, most likely. For this also my sorrow is great.

On a personal level, I say this. No matter what my former granddaughter-in-law ever does, I will always and ever thank you, Jesi Radtke Greene, for not opting for abortion and giving birth to my most precious great grandsons. You were so young, and the circumstances were light years from ideal. I didn't know you at all, and my grandson was certain the baby was his. Before you agreed to marry him, I feared the possibility that abortion could impact my family. But it didn't, and instead in my life are two small beings who mean more to me than life itself. God bless you.

Anyone who will watch, here is the link to the 3rd video documenting Planned Parenthood's profitable abortion 'industry'.
Planned Parenthood Shocking Cover-up

After this video, anyone care to wager how long until the first individual or class action lawsuit is filed against PP? How will they prove to greedy 'baby daddies' that they flushed the male or female baby (product) of their sperms's biological union with a female egg instead of selling it?
The video even shows that first trimester 'specimens' are even more valuable. What about the mantra that early abortion is more humane and desirable. Uh-huh. Desirable, as in worth more to the abortion industry?
God help us.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


So, preborn babies are not real humans, not worth anything so they can just be thrown away. But, wait, it seems they are worth something, the love of which is the root of all evil. Certainly the evil of abortion. MONEY.

But, but we know those doctors are just providing abortions out of concern for humanity, aren't they? They don't take money from and deceive women, do they? They wouldn't possibly take money for doing an abortion and then ALSO make MORE money by selling the 'worthless products of conception' to the highest bidder, would they? But, but it's for research. It's legal, under Federal law. They sell to the LOWEST bidding research facility, do they? So why does an intact head command the highest price?

If your mind is already made up that any opposition to abortion is just over-zealous religiosity, don't click on the link below and read the report. But if you have the slightest inkling there might be something to it, please click.

I know many, many women who opt for abortion are deceived. They think they just have a bunch of undifferentiated cells that need to be scraped out. Many just can't see any other way out of their unplanned pregnancy dilemma. Or they have been coerced by boy friend, husband, parents to 'get rid of it.' Abortion supporters fight any attempt to provide women considering abortion with ultrasound evidence of just what those 'cells' are. When they (rarely) get a glimpse of those 'cells' in a bucket or jar, with arms and legs and eyes and ears, they are shocked. And sometimes never get over the shock, even with alcohol and drugs. And, certainly, the ones who have their uterus punctured and have to be hustled out the back door to a real hospital and die don't get over it. But that only happens in those old illegal abortions of long ago. Doesn't it?

One thing I've never, ever understood is why ANYONE would object to an abortion clinic being held to the same standards of cleanliness as a walk-in general medical clinic. I guess if a boyfriend, husband, parent doesn't care about the innocent baby involved they're not worried if girlfriend, wife or daughter is penetrated by unsterile instruments in an unclean environment.

It's not like she's getting her ears pierced. Which, by the way, requires parental approval. But PP and abortion supporters fight tooth and nail against parental notification/approval for abortion. And state legislature after state legislature has caved to pressure and refused to pass laws requiring minimum standards of cleanliness and care in abortion clinics.


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Sunny Sunday...

...and I think we were all ready for a break from all the dire warnings of very bad weather coming. I know I was. I'm very glad that the last one, at least, for this area, did not come to pass. Canceled a meeting because they were so sure we'd get wintry mix, ice and snow, causing icy roads. And areas north of us did. Plus flood warnings in others because of melt of previous snows.

Time changed today to Daylight Savings Time. We 'sprang' forward, losing that hour of sleep. Soon will be Easter and then - SPRING!!! I can't wait.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

A Book Contract!!!!

After lo, all these years, we won't say how many, I finally have a contract with a traditional publisher. They're a small press, but seem nice. And hey, it means somebody besides me thinks my writing is worth publishing. Even got a small advance! Who said dreams don't come true?
They don't have a release date yet for - drum roll, please -

Requiem for a Party Girl, a Cameron Locke mystery

Will post when I know the date.
Main character in the book is the former victim (though she refuses to call herself a victim) of a man who liked to beat up on his wife. She took self-defense courses and finally had the courage to kick him out. Then she became a Private Investigator. Be warned, there are murders and attempted murders, but Cam is a  woman with grit, I think you'll like her.