A Middle-Aged Woman Laughs at Life--and her Yo-Yo (Read on and guess which one I mean!)“Oh wow! I’ve got to do this!” my husband yelped, attracting the attention of other diners at the small café where we were having breakfast.“Do what?” I asked, smiling apologetically at the tables around us.“Nothing. You’ll think it’s dumb,’ he said.“Try me,” I answered.“Fine. There’s a local church that’s trying to raise money for a mission project. I want [...]
It's finally here! Join us as we celebrate the release in paperback of NRFGP blogger Carmen Ferreiro Esteban's young adult novel, Two Moon Princess!Carmen will sign copies of her wonderful work this Friday, June 25th, at the Doylestown Bookstore, 16 S. Main St., Doylestown, PA, 18901.Meet Carmen and other NRFGP Bloggers at this special event!Two Moon Princess is a magical coming-of-age story set in a medieval kingdom. Andrea is a headstrong princess longing [...]
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by Carmen FerreiroAs The Secret of Kells starts, a wild eyed goose runs amok through fields and village, up and down the scaffold that frames the walls of the abbey, being chased enthusiastically by a red haired, blue eyed boy and four different sized friars."This won't hurt a bit," the boy says, when he finally catches the reluctant animal. And proceeds to pull four feathers from its tail.The feathers will be used by [...]
by Chrysa SmithMy spice cabinet overfloweth.In fact, it should be purged of those little, metal cans that sit way in the back. I think there's a cream of tartar and can of whole cloves in there that might be celebrating some sort of silver jubilee.But what I've found over the years, is that once you begin a relationship with these dried potions, it changes your meals---for the better. Let me explain.I grew up [...]
Leave it to animals to show us real love! Two videos for you to enjoy.
A Middle-Aged Woman Laughs at Life--and TiresBy: Mary Fran BontempoLast week, I found myself in one of my most un-favorite places—the tire store. At least, that’s what I call it. It’s one of those car places which men frequent for fun and I enter only because my car has refused, for one reason or another, to take me where I want to go.On this particular day, I perched myself on the edge of [...]
