tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24199682916333461112024-03-13T23:18:10.626-07:00In Good CompanyLinda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-55435089755876669472023-12-20T02:46:00.000-08:002023-12-20T02:46:56.631-08:00“SING, OR GET OUT!”<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFGhMoll5DhoajtBTocvi9azbbox3hFkY5T4X269Oq4o6-bzs7g6HOp3pePbqP2fsh4SUUaYEynZ6QgEr_Lt_oWOltlgy0pPdFCSrUu8cMaMrSW_pSdhMZRpxzmtDZ1lb3R0vNQqXT0a8njvKibPzBf2PvuKLKglJO6G5Jx_Cv-VApilYj7CwbbSpbvo/s3046/SILENT%20NIGHT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1523" data-original-width="3046" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFGhMoll5DhoajtBTocvi9azbbox3hFkY5T4X269Oq4o6-bzs7g6HOp3pePbqP2fsh4SUUaYEynZ6QgEr_Lt_oWOltlgy0pPdFCSrUu8cMaMrSW_pSdhMZRpxzmtDZ1lb3R0vNQqXT0a8njvKibPzBf2PvuKLKglJO6G5Jx_Cv-VApilYj7CwbbSpbvo/w427-h259/SILENT%20NIGHT.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">From
Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sadie was a single woman, and
she had been single for a lot longer than she had been not-single. There was a
husband way back in her youth, and three other men who came close to landing
her in their marriage bed—nevertheless, Sadie had remained single. She had lived
alone for the biggest part of her 85 years, and it suited her. Whether
contentment with it came naturally or as an adaptation to her circumstances,
Sadie didn’t know, and what’s more, she didn’t stew over it. A fretful mind had
been a troublesome quality of her youth that she had got the better of with
time. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It came to pass that Sadie could no longer live alone,
however. She could move in with her son or her daughter. In both cases, she
would have a room of her own and the rest of the time would live in the midst
of their noisy lives. Sadie opted instead to take a quiet and private one-bedroom
apartment in an assisted living facility for seniors such as herself. It was just
the right fit for the independent-minded and self-sufficient Sadie. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Adjustment
to her new surroundings came easily and quickly to Sadie. Course-correcting was
another skill she had mastered over the years. One of her favorite mottos was that
by not allowing endings to occur, we don’t allow beginnings to form. She looked
for opportunities within the structure of her new home to fill her time and to
make friends. Toward that end, she joined a group that advertised itself as the
Mid-Ohio Senior Chorus that met twice weekly in the recreation room of the
facility. The chorus’s current agenda was to rehearse a selection of Christmas Carols
as part of a holiday program for the entertainment of the residents and their
guests. The show was scheduled to take place on the eve of Christmas Eve that
year. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">At her
first meeting, Sadie slid into the only empty chair at a long table nestled
among a total of three long tables in the rec room. Elder women of various
descriptions occupied every other chair of two of the tables. The third table was
crowded with elder men, two of whom Sadie knew to be single like herself. The
other six men were married to six of the women in the group. A few minutes
later, a quavering female voice broke into a trilling rendition of ‘Joy to the
World’ and immediately was joined by a unison of female voices. The men took no
notice of the singing that was underway around them, and they continued in
their talking and joking among themselves, a noisy state of affairs that
drowned-out the female voices. At the completion of the song, Sadie bent to the
ear of the woman seated to the left of her and asked if the men were there to sing
in the chorus. The woman replied that she didn’t know for sure. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sadie’s
hackles began to rise like an angry junk yard dog’s. She pulled to her feet at
the precise moment the first words in a wobbly female voice took flight in the next
song on the itinerary. The voice stopped. Along with Sadie’s independence had
come a penchant toward opening her mouth and speaking her mind. “Gentlemen!” Sadie
piped up. “Are you here to join in the singing or not?! And if not, then I
suggest that you either decide to sing or get out!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A deathly
hush descended on the room. All eyes clamped on Sadie’s ramrod figure. Presently
the women began to twitter meekly among themselves and the men’s necks swelled
and their faces reddened in disdain for the mouthy woman who had the audacity
to denigrate their dominion over that and any and all other proceedings. But
soon, the atmosphere began to change. Sadie’s friend Sylvia rose to her feet
and said, “Yes, Gentlemen! If you aren’t going to sing, then get out!” Chairs
scraped loudly and some toppled over as all the women in the room found their
feet. “Sing, or get out!” rang through the space as female voice after female voice
joined in the mantra.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Stunned
red faces blanched white and Adam’s apples in deflated male necks bounced up
and down like loose ping pong balls. Two of the men wrestled to their feet in
ready to vacate the room. Neighboring burly hands reached out and pushed them
back down in their chairs. Tension coiled to near snapping. The anxious moments
ticked by, and then at the furthest end of the men’s table, a melodic baritone
gave forth: “Silent night, holy night, star so high, shining bright….” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">All
twenty-four members of the Mid-Ohio Senior Chorus struggled to their feet and the
room filled then with the wondrous harmony of female and male voices come
together in a common cause. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Enjoy!
And Happy Holidays.©<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">***<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The above story is a fleshed-out
reenactment of a dream I had last night. -Linda Lee Greene<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Books by Linda Lee Greene are
available for purchase on Amazon. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">#ChristmasCarols, #Christmas, #JoyToTheWorld, #SilentNight, #SeniorHousing, #ChoralMusic, #MidOhio, #LindaLeeGreene,
#AuthorArtist<o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-54788090930652296852023-12-06T04:38:00.000-08:002023-12-06T04:38:32.754-08:00POPPAW’S ROCKING CHAIR<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">From
Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That Christmas Weekend of
1952, there was a radio somewhere in the farmhouse of my maternal grandparents,
tucked away, gathering dust. It hadn’t been turned on much since World War II
when the family was anxious about the fate of their eldest soldier-son in
battle with the Germans. By 1952, television had taken the place of radio in
most homes, but such a “newfangled machine” hadn’t yet found its place in the
farmhouse. The local newspaper held on as my grandparent’s major source of
information, and by way of it, they knew that Harry S. Truman would hand over the
keys to the White House to Dwight D. Eisenhower the following month; that
Elizabeth II had succeeded her deceased father to Great Britain’s Royal Crown;
and that war was on yet again, but in a faraway place known as Korea. That
Christmas Weekend while my parents and my little brother and I were at the
farm, the bulky and black rotary-dial telephone that sat on the stand by the
front door of our own house eighty-five miles north of the farmhouse, could
ring off the hook for all we knew. No answering machine or voice mail would
alert us to missed calls upon our return home. Such conveniences were as yet to
come into existence. Like the television, the telephone was another “newfangled
machine” that Poppaw scoffed at and Mommaw wanted but wouldn’t get until
several years later.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Christmas was like any other day on the farm: the cows
still needed rounded up and fed and milked; the hogs still needed slopped; the
chickens still needed fed and their eggs gathered; and the outdoors dogs and
cats still needed attended to, as well. That morning Poppaw was agitated over a
fox that was menacing the chickens. His .22 in his broad and brawny farmer’s hands,
he had slogged across the nearby soupy fields in hunt of the fox, but the wily
creature had outsmarted Poppaw again. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Discarding his muddy boots at the back door and propping
his rifle in a corner of the entryway, Poppaw traipsed in his stocking feet to
the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. He poured a cup of the steaming brew,
lightened it with the heavy cream skimmed from the milk of his best milk cow,
loaded it with sugar, and chugged it. And then he trudged to his rocking chair
in the front room and draped his coat on its back. Poppaw always kept his coat
within arm’s reach and his footwear at the back door, because there was no
telling what awful things could happen out on the farm. One of the horses could
lose its footing on an icy bank of the creek and plunge in to freezing
ice-capped water way over its head—especially Old Roger. “That horse ain’t got
the sense he was born with no more. He’s jist gitting too old and simple,” Poppaw
often complained. Or that crafty fox could get into more devilment. He could
sneak back in the henhouse and send the chickens scurrying and flopping and
squawking into the farmhouse yard and up on the porch just as soon as Poppaw
was out of the way. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Poppaw’s
rocking chair was perpetually pulled up as close as possible to the chugging
wood-burning stove. The farmhouse was abuzz with the voices of Poppaw and
Mommaw’s several visiting adult children and their spouses and their children.
I was in hog-heaven because being with my grandparents, my uncles and aunts and
cousins was my favorite thing. I was champing at the bit to get Christmas
morning underway. In my hands, as always, was my mother’s camera with which I
would memorialize my family’s Christmas in black and white images. After what
seemed an eternity to my fidgety cousins and me, Poppaw lowered his Abe Lincoln
frame to his creaky rocking chair. It was our signal to begin our Christmas
celebration.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">My
mother had stewed over what to get Poppaw for Christmas as she had done every
Christmas of my nine years of life at that point. And as usual, she settled on
two flannel shirts, two pairs of wool socks, and a couple packs of Mail Pouch
chewing tobacco. Just about everyone else had decided on flannel shirts, wool
socks and chewing tobacco for Poppaw too, and by the end of the hour, Poppaw
had enough of them for an army. I snapped the photo of Poppaw opening the first
of our gifts to him, and now I share it with you. Happy Holidays to you and
yours. May it be as happy as ours was on that Christmas of 1952.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Oh, and
Poppaw! I hope yours is a rocking good 125<sup>th</sup> birthday up there in
Heaven today.©<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Several years ago, I wrote a
novel about Poppaw and Mommaw, their kids, and extended family titled GUARDIANS
AND OTHER ANGELS. The novel is a blend of fiction and nonfiction and includes
transcriptions of actual letters the members of the family wrote to one another
over the years and provide a poignant glimpse into the lives of a particular
strata of American people during the twentieth century. Among the catalog of my
books, GUARDIANS AND OTHER ANGELS is my favorite. The act of writing it brought
me home again after decades of rootlessness and alienation from my authentic
self. It is a novel written from my heart more than any before then or
afterwards. If you feel inspired to read the book, it is available for purchase
at </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://goo.gl/imUwKO"></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://goo.gl/imUwKO"><span style="color: #2288bb; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">http://goo.gl/imUwKO</span></a>.</span><span style="color: #222222;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">#Christmas, #1952, #HarrySTruman,
#DwightDEisenhower, #QueenElizabethII, #WorldWarII, #Americana, #FamilySaga, #GuardiansAndOtherAngels,
#LindaLeeGreene, #Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-71457213382930315742023-12-01T07:48:00.000-08:002023-12-01T07:48:46.459-08:00IN DAD'S SHOES<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9QZfmi6ByMX6zlbZqy310MjQzxN5DS6J4n99aBnO9WTf-5_mevff6MrmpL9VcxdGFVOG6KrqQ0ogDmVXlNmw4Roe90DFd1ozIcvRtPBM83-he-Bj-VBKSkFaULMMPeB3EY7JeRyBgsc_wQMQGS_sTcxIFZqY5IQg2yYU2Avidjw5sGYI-9FoNVD3pyY/s901/Dad's%20Shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="772" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9QZfmi6ByMX6zlbZqy310MjQzxN5DS6J4n99aBnO9WTf-5_mevff6MrmpL9VcxdGFVOG6KrqQ0ogDmVXlNmw4Roe90DFd1ozIcvRtPBM83-he-Bj-VBKSkFaULMMPeB3EY7JeRyBgsc_wQMQGS_sTcxIFZqY5IQg2yYU2Avidjw5sGYI-9FoNVD3pyY/w358-h406/Dad's%20Shoes.jpg" width="358" /></a></div><br /><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">From
Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Dad was
in the garage,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Working
on a car.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">One of
his, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Or one
of his brothers’,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Or one
of my mother’s brothers’.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">It
didn’t matter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">‘Cause
Dad liked working on cars.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Dad
removed his greasy shoes and grimy socks before coming in the kitchen,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">And as
always before and again that time,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">I
noticed his feet – <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">So much
like mine,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">And I
took the photo of his shoes to remind me,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">And
hoped I would be more like him in other ways with time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">©Linda
Lee Greene, 2007<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">My father’s given name was
Leland Edward Greene, but he preferred the shorter Lee Edward Greene. The briefer
version won out and was his name for the entirety of his 89 years of life. I am
named for Dad. The distinction is mine among the four offspring of my parents
due to the order of my birth: I am the firstborn and because of that accident
of chronology, by tradition the name was given to me. As time passed, however,
it seemed meant to be, because among my three siblings and me, I resemble my
father in appearance most closely. The jury is still out on whether or not I
take after him in other, more crucial ways. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>For the past several years, I have
been asked to write the eulogies of some departed members of my family. The
assignments began with the passing of my father on March 29, 2014. In tribute
to him on this day that would have been his 98<sup>th</sup> birthday. I am including
herein the opening paragraph of the eulogy I wrote for him: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“Lee Edward Greene, 89, beloved
son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, and cherished
friend was one of the last of the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Greatest
Generation</i>, a loving and dedicated family man who was a joyful and
steadfast breadwinner. He was a man good with his hands whether the task was to
fix a leaky faucet, to make a car purr, or to build a house. But essentially he
was a simple man – he held no public office, never attained fame nor amassed a
fortune, but within the small circle that comprised his life, he was the center
that always held, the rock upon whom everyone depended, the flint against which
everyone struck on his/her passage to adulthood. We aren’t likely to see his
kind again any time soon…”© <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">***<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcFL7joHXM18YiUZ8XoNsDqpCi4OieWDnRsNpy4iYu2YF-CpET8K4xyJgemiN6q1vl4UpC5bFklXqzvCCpBXp8Twi89RtL4hHQm-Sxy41-1wfK52zc_0wDU6aRsmHQ4vOFj3qLJ8oFrkPKu1tGOtZfXJuU2-hENJjCgfwISrb7tlwVv4ZOxpYB_mT_QE/s833/Front%20of%20book%20cover%20Guardians%20and%20Other%20Angels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Constantia, serif; font-size: 18.6667px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="833" data-original-width="536" height="531" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcFL7joHXM18YiUZ8XoNsDqpCi4OieWDnRsNpy4iYu2YF-CpET8K4xyJgemiN6q1vl4UpC5bFklXqzvCCpBXp8Twi89RtL4hHQm-Sxy41-1wfK52zc_0wDU6aRsmHQ4vOFj3qLJ8oFrkPKu1tGOtZfXJuU2-hENJjCgfwISrb7tlwVv4ZOxpYB_mT_QE/w357-h531/Front%20of%20book%20cover%20Guardians%20and%20Other%20Angels.jpg" width="357" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">If you
are moved to read more about my</span><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif; font-size: 14pt;"> father, the people and the circumstances that
made of him the man he was, you can read about it in GUARDIANS AND OTHER ANGELS.
It is my first novel that blends fiction and nonfiction. The official genre is
listed as historical fiction. Among an author’s catalogue of her/his work, there
is always a favorite, the one written from the heart more than any before or
afterwards. GUARDIANS AND OTHER ANGELS is mine. My father’s coming of age story
mirrors mine in that writing this novel put me on the path to my true home again
after decades of rootlessness and of alienation from my authentic self. You can
find the novel at </span><a href="http://goo.gl/imUwKO"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">http://goo.gl/imUwKO</span></a><span style="color: #2288bb; font-family: Constantia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-67138414539717228962023-11-22T02:27:00.000-08:002023-11-22T02:27:04.253-08:00IF ONLY IT HAD RAINED…<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14pt;">From Linda Lee
Greene Author/Artist</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Today,
Wednesday, November 22, 2023, is a day fit only for the intrepid here in
Central Ohio. Blustery and gray and hung over from yesterday’s rain—the day
mirrors my mood. “If only it had been such a day in Dallas sixty years ago!”
the nagging voice whirls like dirvishes unchecked in my brain. “If only it had
rained or at least threatened to rain and President John F. Kennedy had been in
a closed car rather than the open one…his beautiful head would have been
shielded from Lee Harvey Oswald’s killer bullet.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In my long life I have lived through
my wedding day; the birth of my son; the birth of my daughter; my divorce; the
death of both of my parents and of my brother and of my sister; the
assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr and of Bobby Kennedy; the Vietnam War; 9/11;
Covid 19, January 6<sup>th</sup>; and more surgeries than I can count on both
hands; but no hours loom as starkly in my memory as those that opened at
mid-day of Friday, November 22, 1963, the day my fellow Americans and I were
struck dumb by the news that John F. Kennedy, our president, had been
assassinated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Basking in the unseasonably bright and
warm day in Forest Hills, Queens, New York, my co-worker and I strolled
leisurely from our lunch at a nearby café to our workplace in the credit
department located on an upper floor of the towering Uni-Card building. We
approached the crowd of our loitering co-workers on the broad sidewalk fronting
the building and joined in the pitter-patter and joking so typical of New
Yorkers at their leisure. The lively drumbeat of chatter stopped abruptly when
a man rushed out of the broad entrance of the building, his hand clutching a
long white ribbon of tickertape that trailed in his wake, and his voice
shouting, “THE PRESIDENT WAS SHOT! THE PRESIDENT WAS SHOT!” In the blink of an
eye, a second man ran from the building. It was his duty to tell us that the
president was dead, that the city was shutting down as was the case across the
country, and that we were dismissed and advised to get to our homes as quickly
and as efficiently as possible. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">The one detail missing from my memory is
the means by which I made it to the one-bedroom apartment in Flushing, Queens,
New York, in which my bridegroom and I had taken up residence only three months
before. Perched on the floor of our living room, our noses only inches from our
small black and white television, my husband and I watched nearly motionless,
other than bathroom and kitchen breaks, the unfolding drama of the several days
comprising JFK’s assassination: the tragic motorcade, the chaotic manhunt,
Oswald’s frenzied apprehension, and then, the man in the scruffy fedora crashing
through the mad crowd, raising his gun-wielding hand and shooting Oswald
dead…right there on the TV screen…right before our stunned eyes. And then there
was Jackie’s blood-stained pink suit, the new president’s swearing in, the
flag-draped coffin, the funeral procession with the riderless horse, the little
son stepping forward and saluting his fallen father.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To my mind, that condensed national
event was unmatched in modern history—until now…until this now when Americans
are more mixed up and at odds in mind and heart than at any other time since the
country’s Civil War. As we gather at our Thanksgiving tables tomorrow, let us clasp
one another’s hands and send out fervent entreaties for healing of the wounded
USA.©<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jN0pKYXqjZkrNvHPSNlLibeGWCyHSOldVsTyjh1hsfaPiYcBsa2kH9CMkDXPTrCWPmcq1MnpwUq_VDZJL79Ej2wOOQJC23e-yooAXc3A1lE5iAUhfjY39-4Lh1h6GM-FhFBkW013vPi_aEpobT79mKETAS2mleYNwWYmsZmJq3um91oUb5xnZHlIje0/s292/JFK%20PHOTO%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="289" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jN0pKYXqjZkrNvHPSNlLibeGWCyHSOldVsTyjh1hsfaPiYcBsa2kH9CMkDXPTrCWPmcq1MnpwUq_VDZJL79Ej2wOOQJC23e-yooAXc3A1lE5iAUhfjY39-4Lh1h6GM-FhFBkW013vPi_aEpobT79mKETAS2mleYNwWYmsZmJq3um91oUb5xnZHlIje0/s1600/JFK%20PHOTO%201.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">#11/22/1963,
#ForestHillsNY, #JohnFKennedy, #JFK, #POTUS, #Assassination, #LeeHarveyOswald,
#BloodStainedPinkSuit, #JackieKennedyOnassis, #VietNamWar, #9/11, #Covid-19, #January6th,
#CivilWar, #LindaLeeGreene, #AuthorArtist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-5616678899222016732023-11-21T07:47:00.000-08:002023-11-21T07:47:42.999-08:00WHAT A CHARACTER<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">From
Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Life has hit me with some new low
blows lately, and I expect them to continue to menace until I get beyond them—and
then on to another round. That’s the way the day to day unfolds here in this
particular confluence of protoplasm known as Linda Lee Greene. During times
like these, I turn to certain practices that help me through. I meditate; I
read inspirational material; I write; I storytell to my immediate loved-ones
through a long texting thread; I paw through old photographs and relive the
moments they bring to mind, an exercise in which I lose my present self in the
past for a while and that rewards me with momentary amnesia of my current
stresses. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I took on the mantle as my birth family’s official
photographer at the tender age of six, my mother’s little Brownie camera wound with
black and white film incessantly in my grubby hands. I had the natural eye and
ear for a good photograph. It was the precursor of my inborn talents as an
artist and a writing storyteller that blossomed pretty much concurrently with
my penchant for the camera. Such is the story behind my featured photo of my
sister Sherri. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">You
will notice that the date of the photo is Oct. 1956. To be precise, I took the
photo on the day of that month and in that year that was the occasion of Sherri’s
third birthday. I had turned thirteen two months before. The location was the
backyard of our home at 507 W. Second Avenue, Columbus, Ohio, an old
multi-storied Victorian that I think of and dream about as home to this day,
even though I haven’t lived there for sixty-five years. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That
backyard was an ideal setting for great photographs. It was lush with green grass,
flowering bushes, and leafy trees—an ancient cherry tree whose many and strong branches
provided years of fun summer afternoons of climbing was a favorite of the
neighborhood kids. An arbor of sweet green grapes draped the walkway that began
at the foot of the back porch and led to the garage and doglegged to a gate
that opened onto the alley. Tucked in one side of the arbor was a bench, a
two-seater that was both private and romantic among the copious grapevines. I
posed Sherri on the bench and snapped a picture. Next I dragged an old chair
from the porch to the yard, lifted Sherri up to it, and instructed her to stand
straight and smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sherri
had her own ideas about how our photoshoot should be conducted. She didn’t like
posing upright on the chair and gave me her famous “look of disapproval”, her
arms bent and fists coiling in ready to fight. I got the shot just in time and
memorialized it in my photo of her on her third birthday. Sherri
hasn’t changed one whit since then. She still has her own ideas about things
and isn’t shy about having them known. She might be my favorite person in the
world while at the same time remaining my competitor. My little secret is that it
doesn’t matter to me which of us wins. All that matters to me is that Sherri is
my sister, and I count my lucky stars for it every single day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">My
wish is that you and yours have a lovely Thanksgiving. I know I will, in large
part because my sister Sherri will be with me at our table this year, and God
willing, for many years to come.©<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LRfexepumXfr66FLEPwQoK8Ra7xNRGHXAOf5L3kS-Hg6b5o23Vg9LhebhdL-mU8X7eNZICLYnJFPaAhGTdbfrORTRoZ_ypxijmeM4fvUo8SbYvsROWcmQfsftF5D5IHLlPQQXfYaQtNO68zKNedtAa9r1QMn8Vri9ab0Q08t9p6_QqQZPva8dzD0kHs/s3176/SHERRI%20AT%20AGE%20THREE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3176" data-original-width="2248" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LRfexepumXfr66FLEPwQoK8Ra7xNRGHXAOf5L3kS-Hg6b5o23Vg9LhebhdL-mU8X7eNZICLYnJFPaAhGTdbfrORTRoZ_ypxijmeM4fvUo8SbYvsROWcmQfsftF5D5IHLlPQQXfYaQtNO68zKNedtAa9r1QMn8Vri9ab0Q08t9p6_QqQZPva8dzD0kHs/w350-h446/SHERRI%20AT%20AGE%20THREE.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><br />#Sisters, #Thanksgiving,
#VictorianHouses, #ColumbusOhio, #LindaLeeGreene, #AuthorArtist<o:p></o:p><p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-24809857848083691992023-10-27T07:52:00.000-07:002023-10-27T07:52:03.908-07:00AHEAD BY A NOSE<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;">From Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;">Way back when I
was a kid of Columbus, Ohio’s inner-city, narrow ribbons of patchwork concrete
ran between the old, asbestos-clad Victorian houses and row upon row of brick townhouses,
dwellings comprising neighborhoods much like those found throughout Colonial
American cities. In one of the townhouses lived my friend Janey and her mother,
Helen. Helen was the only single, working mother on our block, a status that
rendered her a curiosity among the stay-at-home-mothers. There was never any
mention of the whereabouts or even of the existence of Janey’s father. At some
point, one of the local busybodies decreed that he must have been a casualty of
World War II, for after all, most of the neighborhood kids were born while the
fathers fought in that conflict. The explanation took hold and held, but we
never really knew the true story behind the mystery of Janey’s missing father.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;">Actual
fatherlessness was an almost unknown factor among our circle of family and
friends in those days. Whether birth fathers or surrogates, fathers were at
minimum often obscure figures in the background of our daily lives. In my and
my sibling’s case, our dad worked nights and while he was at work, we slept,
and while he slept, we were at school. He was nearly a specter-like presence
among us on weekends, for most Saturdays and Sundays he was preoccupied with
repairing his car, replacing a busted faucet or other chore required to keep a
family and its household whole and functioning. But our dad, like the dads of
other kids we knew, was there—somewhere—when the chips were down. Janey was the
exception. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;">Janey
was the exception in other ways, as well. She was the only kid I knew who
sassed her mother. That kind of thing just didn’t happen in my tiny 1950s
world. I stood in shocked horror of Janey’s aggression toward her mother, a
kind of hostility I didn’t feel toward my mother, and if such a thing ever popped
into my head, I ejected it for fear of hurting my mother’s feelings and/or
losing her love. That Janey took such risks with her mother was astonishing to
me. I didn’t like Janey’s behavior, but at the same time, I felt a kind of
unwelcome admiration of her pluck. Guts like hers could take a person places,
and that fact gave her a pass in my mind. It set her up as the wild-child of
our play group and a fascinating character I was content to embrace despite her
bad behavior. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;">At
bottom, the thorn that pricked the clashes between Janey and Helen was that
Janey sucked her thumb. Janey and I were both six years old and in the first
grade of the same school as well as neighbors when we met. She sucked her thumb
then and still sucked her thumb when at the age of fifteen we said our last
“goodbye” on the day my family moved out of the neighborhood. Throughout the
years I knew them, Helen had coated Janey’s thumb with iodine and other bitter
substances, had wrapped her thumb in tape or her whole hand in gauze, all to no
avail. Janey persisted in her baby-mode despite the fact that her mouth and
teeth were altered by the practice, and the thumb she sucked was stunted. It
never developed to a size larger than a toddler’s. Other than the pint-sized
thumb, the most notable mark of the thumb sucking ritual was on her nose. As
Janey sucked her thumb, she hooked the index finger of the same hand across her
nose, and the constant pressure from that finger carved an inwardly curving
ridge in the bridge of her nose. Her ski-jump nose made Richard Nixon’s look
half-baked. I can’t help but wonder if Tricky Dick sucked his thumb on the sly.
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;">I
am not here to disparage Janey. I have infinite sympathy for her, for surely her
thumb was the pacifier she used to cope with the challenges that came with the
absence of a competent father-figure somewhere in the catacombs of her days, and
exaggerated by the enormous stresses of an overworked, single mother. Helen’s
anxiety over Janey’s thumb sucking addiction was understandable for there was
no getting around the huge impediment her thumb sucking presented to her future
success and happiness. But even so, I just bet there is room for optimism about
Janey’s chances in life, for you never know where an oddly-shaped nose might
point you. Look at Meryl Streep and Barbra Streisand. Janey’s strong and nervy,
ramrod-straight backbone set against the flimsy bent of her nose tells me that
while she might have remained a strange character in the eyes of many, she was also
wily enough to stay ahead of the game—if only by a nose.©*<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;">*The above is a
work of fiction based on a composite of actual events as they exist in its
author’s fuzzy memory bank.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia",serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
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</div>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-54208552006386427832023-10-17T08:03:00.000-07:002023-10-17T08:03:32.844-07:00BOOKS TO READ THIS WITCHY SEASON<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; mso-outline-level: 1; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #000014; font-family: "Libre Baskerville"; font-size: 15.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Leigh Goff…Books to
Read This Witchy Season<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; mso-outline-level: 1; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA025CfJvMI8_p-0HvP3AjtpU6KNOZgl4GPOL449bP6Y8u83gxNtLbVeVlIIBeNsgqg_b8AEoonwH6otZzhCpXaDEmfz2nIVwxgYa_gygysviHqV03UvkNZapC_oNtuzoeeYVhMerEDzQy5tWrhzhHLqGD8N1xG7Q7CbBV1TnfZwxt-qbi2O3d1B1wwBI/s624/IT'S%20WITCHY%20SEASON.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="624" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA025CfJvMI8_p-0HvP3AjtpU6KNOZgl4GPOL449bP6Y8u83gxNtLbVeVlIIBeNsgqg_b8AEoonwH6otZzhCpXaDEmfz2nIVwxgYa_gygysviHqV03UvkNZapC_oNtuzoeeYVhMerEDzQy5tWrhzhHLqGD8N1xG7Q7CbBV1TnfZwxt-qbi2O3d1B1wwBI/w451-h274/IT'S%20WITCHY%20SEASON.png" width="451" /></a></div><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; mso-outline-level: 1; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"><br /></span></p>If you’re a fan of young
adult books that keep you on the edge of your seat during the witching season,
then </span><i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Bewitching Hannah</span></i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"> and </span><i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Disenchanted</span></i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"> should be on your must-read Halloween list.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eoa8jW05Y252Rzolrh5bk6GwdJdQGsf3mQR_eJXRgVJkZ0A5SUXWYN8u0ynsv4WjRBWzC-oSa_n2Vlx2DiSVeBXSXP98XMe0Cv7e5dofjp1OuRU7uztNFtioyPuoMCy64EZixvUmfkA3IrrPHZDICAFpsLZTJsMNUWrd1mLKWzKiLHnlCNG8uL2HOIw/s221/BEWITCHING%20HANNAH%20-%20LEIGH%20GOFF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="147" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eoa8jW05Y252Rzolrh5bk6GwdJdQGsf3mQR_eJXRgVJkZ0A5SUXWYN8u0ynsv4WjRBWzC-oSa_n2Vlx2DiSVeBXSXP98XMe0Cv7e5dofjp1OuRU7uztNFtioyPuoMCy64EZixvUmfkA3IrrPHZDICAFpsLZTJsMNUWrd1mLKWzKiLHnlCNG8uL2HOIw/w287-h413/BEWITCHING%20HANNAH%20-%20LEIGH%20GOFF.jpg" width="287" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">Bewitching Hannah</span></b><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Bewitching Hannah</span></i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> is a captivating tale that weaves together elements of witchcraft,
romance, and coming-of-age drama. Set in the historic town of Annapolis,
Maryland, the story revolves around Hannah Fitzgerald, a young witch who is just
beginning to discover the extent of her powers and she’s falling into a
forbidden romance. As she grapples with her newfound abilities, Hannah faces
challenges, both supernatural and ordinary, that will keep you turning the
pages in this Beauty and the Beast tale.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">You will escape into a
world where secrets, spells, and the supernatural collide, making </span><i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Bewitching
Hannah</span></i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> a perfect choice
for those seeking an enchanting and slightly spooky YA experience this month.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX0IdpdycVYuWjsddE8GFiz_kAcltUDjS7g_4Rx8gAQU6m_T8UmODcVuFnkcKpnBD2fZvhKaVKPSjYOm6x5wq4U5YmSRQpdQxu1IYb39QZ2161FMFHnT255LvRGIonILpYE2ynctYOR4MM1bQhoCEt_ykvcCTqdcux3E6_xicufhD5wUxCPUvtpBP0Rw/s222/DISENCHANTED%20-%20LEIGH%20GOFF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="148" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX0IdpdycVYuWjsddE8GFiz_kAcltUDjS7g_4Rx8gAQU6m_T8UmODcVuFnkcKpnBD2fZvhKaVKPSjYOm6x5wq4U5YmSRQpdQxu1IYb39QZ2161FMFHnT255LvRGIonILpYE2ynctYOR4MM1bQhoCEt_ykvcCTqdcux3E6_xicufhD5wUxCPUvtpBP0Rw/w261-h358/DISENCHANTED%20-%20LEIGH%20GOFF.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">Disenchanted</span></b><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">In </span><i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Disenchanted</span></i><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">, the reader will explore a magical world filled with
curses, enchantments, and star-crossed romance. The story is set in the
picturesque town of Wethersfield, Connecticut, where Sophie Goodchild, a young
witch, becomes entangled in a centuries-old curse that has haunted her true
love’s family for generations. Follow Sophie as she tries to break the curse in
a world where magic and reality intermingle and where twists and turns
abound. The story is not just about magic; it’s about self-discovery, the
enduring bonds of family, and the power of love to overcome even the darkest of
enchantments. This book will have you under its spell from start to finish.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #5a5a62; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">So if you’re in the mood
for enchanting stories that combine the allure of the supernatural with
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-80301474899819320472023-09-27T05:37:00.002-07:002023-09-27T05:37:32.223-07:00ANNE MONTGOMERY'S NEW NOVEL<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Dosis; font-size: 24.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none; text-transform: uppercase;">A NEW NOVEL ON THE HORIZON FROM ANNE MONTGOMERY:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Dosis; font-size: 24.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none; text-transform: uppercase;">YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS</span></i></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Dosis; font-size: 24.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none; text-transform: uppercase;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-9oVO30ome5QFGD65bAvEkuUPw-zuTeEtnPxUsxLF9VfWDOXYyvODmsxIuJNxKhs4ANEVUYLazTJ6yvYMDrQf3OkeMRK1jUS5OeVbAvWFqo2IDw21KhH6HfXDJw-PchJSuS3k5kyCA_3d3TwsGDoFO_u4jQBcDWJTFMEmbFEw0TUHLoeHPSm_6iK3L0/s363/ANNE%20MONTGOMERY%20-%20SOLDIER%20AND%20WIFE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="276" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-9oVO30ome5QFGD65bAvEkuUPw-zuTeEtnPxUsxLF9VfWDOXYyvODmsxIuJNxKhs4ANEVUYLazTJ6yvYMDrQf3OkeMRK1jUS5OeVbAvWFqo2IDw21KhH6HfXDJw-PchJSuS3k5kyCA_3d3TwsGDoFO_u4jQBcDWJTFMEmbFEw0TUHLoeHPSm_6iK3L0/s320/ANNE%20MONTGOMERY%20-%20SOLDIER%20AND%20WIFE.jpg" width="243" /></a></i></b></div><b><i><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Dosis; font-size: 24.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none; text-transform: uppercase;"><br /></span></i></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS is the
story of Sgt. Bud Richardville, a soldier who served in the Graves Registration
Service during World War II and who never returned at the end of the war.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">I’m excited to announce
that I recently signed a contract for my historical fiction novel <b><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Your Forgotten Sons. </span></i></b>Next Chapter Publishing,
the same company that released my book <i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Wild Horses on the Salt, </span></i>will
publish the novel June 6</span><sup><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">th</span></sup><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">, 2024, the 80</span><sup><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">th</span></sup><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> anniversary of the storming of the beaches at
Normandy: D-Day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">How did I learn about
Sgt. Bud Richardville? My dear friend Gina Liparoto was facing a risky spinal
surgery, one that could have left her paralyzed from the waist down. Her
soldier husband— traumatized by two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq—was
uncomfortable in hospitals, so I was tasked with being Gina’s healthcare power
of attorney.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">The evening before the
surgery, Gina handed me a Ziplock bag containing fragile, 75-year-old letters
from her Uncle Bud, a man who served in the Graves Registration Service and who
never returned at the end of the war. Then she made me promise that, no matter
what happened to her, I’d tell Bud’s story.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">Your Forgotten Sons</span></i><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> is a departure for me, as it’s
my first book that takes place outside of Arizona. Still, I had the great
fortune of studying World War II and its aftermath in depth when I went to
school in Luxembourg at Miami University’s branch campus, so when I was asked
to write the story, I decided to take it on.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">We are currently heading
into the editing phase of <i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Your Forgotten Sons</span></i>,
so I have my author’s cap squarely on.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Find below a little
about Bud’s story.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 18.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in; text-transform: uppercase;">YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS</span></i><span style="color: #404040; font-family: Dosis; font-size: 24.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none; text-transform: uppercase;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">Inspired by a true story</span></b><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">Next Chapter Publishing</span></b><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none; padding: 0in;">Release Date: June 6, 2024</span></b><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Bud Richardville is
inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe
in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to the Graves Registration Service
where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud
ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Loryane, a mysterious woman who has
stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many
unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are
immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails.
Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his
personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war
can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Regency romance author Emma Lane and Soul Mate Publishing
are proud to share the cover for <i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">The Baron and The Vicar’s
Daughter. </span></i>Here’s a peek at what’s coming soon.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Lord Sutcliffe meets a pretty miss on
a dusty country road and rescues her from an embarrassing dilemma. It must have
been magic as his intention was only to steal a quick buss. Instead, he is
astonished to find himself involved in a passionate kiss which leaves him
shaken to the core. Frances, the vicar’s eldest daughter, should have put that
impudent, frivolous lord in his place. Why she responded to his kiss the way
she did, she’d never know, only that the feelings were too delicious to resist.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 7.5pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Frances consumed with
prejudice and the baron filled with pride enter a relationship which begins
with them both skeptical they would ever measure up to the roles they are
destined to play. What did he know of estate matters? He was born a military
man. How could he convince a vicar’s daughter to join him and fill his lonely
days as well as the long nights? Will her quest to fill her mother’s shoes
cause Frances to turn away from the passionate, happily ever after love of her
own so freely offered?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">This book is dedicated to young love
everywhere and to a special young lady, ERM. Many thanks to an understanding
publisher and her staff.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IyEDfIJSOKB1yr1ZCzCShELGbJJtdM_F6pMKp0DcfWMvBAR1OdXnmX8pLIDp1TTcE1efgHuE_Rmsg07J9Lg9xnRPsEt3WoAgsEADVxcJ2Oy_V7yXegyY1Shik_JLcRlvMfMkObbkZI-bY6F3sIAZRhYnU-wEwcJLS2oT9J7FOnbVV0n2GyrrkKIBtvI/s284/EMMA%20LANE%20BODY%20SHOT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="213" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IyEDfIJSOKB1yr1ZCzCShELGbJJtdM_F6pMKp0DcfWMvBAR1OdXnmX8pLIDp1TTcE1efgHuE_Rmsg07J9Lg9xnRPsEt3WoAgsEADVxcJ2Oy_V7yXegyY1Shik_JLcRlvMfMkObbkZI-bY6F3sIAZRhYnU-wEwcJLS2oT9J7FOnbVV0n2GyrrkKIBtvI/w279-h380/EMMA%20LANE%20BODY%20SHOT.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15.0pt;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Janis Lane</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> is the penname for gifted author <b>Emma Lane</b> who
writes cozy mysteries as Janis, Regency as Emma, and spice as <b>Sunny
Lane</b>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">She lives in Western New York where
winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and
velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the
perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic
view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world.
Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage
Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at <b>Herbtique
and Plant Nursery</b>, the nursery she and her son own.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Look for information about writing and
plants on Emma’s new </span><span style="color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><a href="http://emmajlane.com/"><b><span style="color: #e22658; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">website</span></b></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile
on Emma’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Stay connected to Emma on </span><span style="color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000338539637&fref=ts"><b><span style="color: #e22658; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Facebook</span></b></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> and </span><span style="color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><a href="https://twitter.com/EMMAJLANE"><b><span style="color: #e22658; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Twitter</span></b></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">. Be sure to check out the things that make Emma smile
on </span><span style="color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/emmajlane/things-that-make-me-smile/"><b><span style="color: #e22658; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Pinterest</span></b></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-16442947798559486452023-05-22T03:50:00.001-07:002023-05-22T03:50:54.870-07:00COMING SOON FROM STELLA MAY<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yRGPPVU5MuD9WPTpGDXvfLpqXLDBElGrnx85FjjR6TtBXYbsIo4DKvYuCxPpQQP6j6QTt9YcSks_vjYPqR2BLModKfbqCECN11FJvoxfVXpWcuRtHpAIMPuYuKCH4u0lT65ziI1Tu-woyd-l_YKle1DpCI0-Ry7_pCuCze63iw_QtA_xWGrN9qTN/s320/A%20TWIST%20IN%20TIME%20-%20Marina%20Ver%20BK%204%20Cover.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="208" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yRGPPVU5MuD9WPTpGDXvfLpqXLDBElGrnx85FjjR6TtBXYbsIo4DKvYuCxPpQQP6j6QTt9YcSks_vjYPqR2BLModKfbqCECN11FJvoxfVXpWcuRtHpAIMPuYuKCH4u0lT65ziI1Tu-woyd-l_YKle1DpCI0-Ry7_pCuCze63iw_QtA_xWGrN9qTN/w303-h415/A%20TWIST%20IN%20TIME%20-%20Marina%20Ver%20BK%204%20Cover.jpeg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-top: 15pt; text-align: left;"><br /></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A TWIRL IN TIME</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">,
book four of the acclaimed time-travel series, <i>Upon a Time</i> from <b>Stella
May</b>, releases to the reading public on May 31, 2023! Here is a sneak peek of the exciting story:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A jaded CEO. A fiercely focused
ballerina. A love that defies all society’s rules.</span></i></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">SoHo, 1962</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">JJ Morris, successful CEO, leads a
secret double life, playing saxophone to his heart’s content in his
hole-in-the-wall dive bar. Yet he can’t escape the feeling he’s slowly
petrifying into just another jaded millionaire. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Then a gorgeous blonde steps into
his bar and shakes up his world. Certain this fierce little swan of a woman is
exactly what’s missing in his life, he maps out a plan to wed her by Christmas.
With or without his snobby mother’s approval.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Most women would be thrilled to
learn that the tall, handsome bar musician is, in fact, a wealthy prince
charming. Verochka Osipoff is less than impressed. She’s focused on becoming a
prima ballerina, and everything hinges on her next audition. She can’t afford
distractions, especially a rich playboy slumming it in SoHo.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Yet the heat of their attraction
melts Verochka’s heart like warm chocolate. But JJ’s world is a cold, glittering
nest of vipers. And their venom could destroy their love song before the first
movement ends.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Preorder at <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/mZ09Be" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">BOOKS to READ</span></a></b>, <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Twirl-Time-Upon-Book-ebook/dp/B0C3WF3DKF?ref_=ast_author_mpb" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">AMAZON</span></a>, </b>and <b><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Stella_May_A_Twirl_In_Time?id=gWm4EAAAQBAJ" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">GOOGLE PLAY BOOKS</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgys4Q54JhHfI3KiGXwIZZ78vQo1N1ECJlcIHrxkak3BW4fxFt7I_2R80U3OMEzm4Eicco7nhmzL4q9dDIh6qFWNyPGC040NjNT_9zJOYz9YBpS8XN3kOzq16xr3rXPOQDseNhlecXT_S8cc76rOSQCkc2GbgyYERBT-nyC7EGxXZTgHo0ZhvNtdfb2/s560/MARINA%20SARDAROVA-STELLA%20MAY.JPEG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="509" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgys4Q54JhHfI3KiGXwIZZ78vQo1N1ECJlcIHrxkak3BW4fxFt7I_2R80U3OMEzm4Eicco7nhmzL4q9dDIh6qFWNyPGC040NjNT_9zJOYz9YBpS8XN3kOzq16xr3rXPOQDseNhlecXT_S8cc76rOSQCkc2GbgyYERBT-nyC7EGxXZTgHo0ZhvNtdfb2/s320/MARINA%20SARDAROVA-STELLA%20MAY.JPEG.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stella May</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> is
the penname for<b> Marina Sardarova</b> who has a fascinating history
you should read on her <a href="https://www.stellamayauthor.com/"><span style="color: windowtext;">website</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stella writes fantasy romance as well as time travel
romance. She is the author of <i>'Till Time Do Us Part</i>, Book 1 in her
Upon a Time series, and the stand-alone book <i>Rhapsody in Dreams.</i> Love
and family are two cornerstones of her stories and life. Stella’s books are
available in e-book and paperback through all major vendors. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When not writing, Stella enjoys classical music, reading,
and long walks along the ocean with her husband. She lives in Jacksonville,
Florida with her husband Leo of 25 years and their son George. They are her two
best friends and are all partners in their family business. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Stay connected on <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/stellamaywriter"><span style="color: red;">Facebook</span></a></span></b>, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MarinaSardarova"><span style="color: red;">Twitter</span></a></span></b>, and <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/stellamay1205/_created/"><span style="color: red;">Pinterest</span></a></span></b>. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-1054991165269436782023-04-29T08:49:00.002-07:002023-04-29T08:49:33.214-07:00AUTHOR ERISE FIELD – A MEATLOAF AND VEGETABLE DINNER ALONG WITH A GREAT BOOK<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From Eris Field<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It’s so easy to misplace things, well it is
for me, so I thought I should share this recipe for a great meatloaf dinner
before I lost it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGr5kDECvHzPog99uL_Ya3tVfgi1TiDh_mUjBMVFeMSOC5yWkzHqVVs5nn5XsDMM90tBo3z3MKWcEyptBprL9hOVFMFPjihdlh5vbxWBuNHoRZ-U5rDmP549cb6t8ewhVtcKlLVdFSBLElS0_ZKGSFo5WiHpN_yWJMwj7b_jRkcQt0SaP69Uy5EgTL/s250/VEGGIE%20MEATLOAF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="250" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGr5kDECvHzPog99uL_Ya3tVfgi1TiDh_mUjBMVFeMSOC5yWkzHqVVs5nn5XsDMM90tBo3z3MKWcEyptBprL9hOVFMFPjihdlh5vbxWBuNHoRZ-U5rDmP549cb6t8ewhVtcKlLVdFSBLElS0_ZKGSFo5WiHpN_yWJMwj7b_jRkcQt0SaP69Uy5EgTL/s1600/VEGGIE%20MEATLOAF.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Meatloaf Veggie Dinner</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
1 lb. ground beef<br />
1 egg, beaten<br />
½ cup finely chopped onion<br />
3 tbsp. ketchup<br />
¾ tsp. salt<br />
¼ tsp. ground pepper<br />
½ can condensed Campbell’s tomato soup<br />
¾ cup dry breadcrumbs ( I like Italian ones)<br />
6 small red potatoes<br />
4 garlic cloves, optional<br />
1 tbsp. olive oil<br />
½ tbsp. mixed Italian herbs<br />
Cooking spray<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Meatloaf Topping</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
½ can condensed tomato soup<br />
3 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce<br />
2 tbsp. brown sugar<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
Combine ingredients in a small bowl then coat meatloaves with the mixture.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Preheat oven to 400° F.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mix ingredients together, ground beef through
breadcrumbs, I use my hands. Shape into 5 small loaves and place them (not
touching) onto the center of the baking pan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Wash, dry, and cut into about ½ inch pieces
potatoes with skin on. Add garlic. Sprinkle lightly with olive oil and Italian
herbs. Set aside.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Spray a shallow baking pan big enough to hold
the meatloaves in the center and a mixture of vegetables around the edges.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bake 35 minutes. Check to see that the meat
loaves and veggies are done. Let stand 5 minutes and serve.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Allow me to share a little of my latest novel,
that is close to my heart, for your reading pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzs6BJ4s3IP9LR7lECAY47mVw-H0uAJ4j05oFSS4r5ukju0naEuzhUtWJEbW9bN7LfBoJAfbMvJ2xXCEz-GeNMIXfrcAY7--WCyEWRpb6tT5wc8DhRL5az0g1puyRnFB8m6UruxKz6-sGBxfDsyQe33lyKFXrxqmEqGjbzyp5om5aKdeb43d-z_Z9/s300/LADY%20MUNEVVER%20COVER%20BY%20ERIS%20FIELDS%20PARESE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzs6BJ4s3IP9LR7lECAY47mVw-H0uAJ4j05oFSS4r5ukju0naEuzhUtWJEbW9bN7LfBoJAfbMvJ2xXCEz-GeNMIXfrcAY7--WCyEWRpb6tT5wc8DhRL5az0g1puyRnFB8m6UruxKz6-sGBxfDsyQe33lyKFXrxqmEqGjbzyp5om5aKdeb43d-z_Z9/s1600/LADY%20MUNEVVER%20COVER%20BY%20ERIS%20FIELDS%20PARESE.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">My historical novel–</span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Lady Munevver: The
Opium Merchant’s Daughter</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">— is set in the Victorian period as England is
preparing to enter the War in the East, the Crimean War, to support the Ottoman
Empire that has been invaded by Russia. Russia’s 1853 invasion of Crimea
results in three Empires—England, France, and the Ottoman Empire– declaring war
on Russia. It precipitates a disastrous marriage for Lady Munevver. It changes
the world with advances in ships and military weapons, the development of the
telegraph with its ability to deliver war news almost instantly, and the creation
of modern nursing in Scutari Hospital.</span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In Surrey, England, the merchant father of
beautiful but handicapped Munevver is obsessed with gaining acceptance by the
Ton. Refusing Munevver’s plea to marry her childhood love, William of
Yorkshire, he arranges a marriage with James, the dissolute son of an
impoverished, hard-handed Duke.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When England is drawn into the Crimean War,
James joins the Light Brigade and sails to the Ottoman Empire to fight the
invading Russians. After learning her husband has died in Scutari Hospital, an
improvised hospital for English soldiers located across the Bosphorus from
Constantinople, Munevver, terrified at what her father-in-law might do, flees
England. Her destination: the ancient city of Aleppo in the eastern part of the
Ottoman Empire where she hopes her uncle will shelter her in his vast trading
compound.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her escape ends in Constantinople when. the
Sultan, irate at Queen Victoria’s command that he return the widow of one of
her Lords, arranges a marriage for Munevver with Ari, a member of his court.
Problem solved. Munevver is now the wife of an Ottoman citizen. She is
invisible.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Banished to the ancient, primitive city of
Ankara, the young couple struggles to survive political intrigue, intense cold,
and lack of medical care. After Ari dies of tuberculosis, Munevver is desperate
to return to Yorkshire, to her grandfather and to the man she loves, William.
But how? Dare she accept the quid pro quo arrangement offered by the most
powerful woman in the Ottoman Empire, the Sultan’s mother?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Available in e-book and paperback<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B9P5H2GS" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #265e15; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Amazon Buy Link</span></b></a></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSOWlxDZnmRTOQ0PhaR9CBZnNyrHmjyiO0J5i8i4kTo4j4p7XRdr2Hs74UVPMUBTKNepYUl-cpUCNnMxjnzCabK52qBQwQfxon2y6hyWeVNPXf4T6S5kldQG6U_vBAYJNwQ43lBzGKeqG0u17-viN4bZAabkj85PabHCblv9J1XNTkBO_n007qU56/s160/ERIS%20FIELD%20HEAD%20SHOT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="148" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSOWlxDZnmRTOQ0PhaR9CBZnNyrHmjyiO0J5i8i4kTo4j4p7XRdr2Hs74UVPMUBTKNepYUl-cpUCNnMxjnzCabK52qBQwQfxon2y6hyWeVNPXf4T6S5kldQG6U_vBAYJNwQ43lBzGKeqG0u17-viN4bZAabkj85PabHCblv9J1XNTkBO_n007qU56/s1600/ERIS%20FIELD%20HEAD%20SHOT.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Eris Field</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> was born in the Green Mountains of Vermont—Jericho,
Vermont to be precise—close by the home of Wilson Bentley (aka Snowflake
Bentley), the first person in the world to photograph snowflakes. She learned
from her Vermont neighbors that pursuit of one’s dream is a worthwhile life
goal.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">As a seventeen year old student nurse at
Albany Hospital, Eris met a Turkish surgical intern who told her fascinating
stories about the history of Turkey, the loss of the Ottoman Empire, and forced
population exchanges. After they married and moved to Buffalo, Eris worked as a
nurse at Children’s Hospital and at Roswell Park Cancer Institute.</span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After taking time off to raise five children
and amassing rejection letters for her short stories, Eris earned her master’s
degree in Psychiatric Nursing at the University at Buffalo. Later, she taught
psychiatric nursing at the University and wrote a textbook for psychiatric
nurse practitioners—a wonderful rewarding but never to be repeated experience.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Eris now writes novels, usually international,
contemporary romances. Her interest in history and her experience in psychiatry
often play a part in her stories. She is a member of the Romance Writers of
America and the Western New York Romance Writers. In addition to writing,
Eris’s interests include: Prevention of Psychiatric Disorders; Eradicating
Honor Killings, supporting the Crossroads Springs Orphanage in Kenya for
children orphaned by AIDS, and learning more about Turkey, Cyprus, and
Kurdistan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Learn more about <b>Eris Field</b> on
her </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://www.erisfield.com/" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #265e15; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">website</span></b></a></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. Stay connected on </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100004966758999" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #265e15; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Facebook</span></b></a></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-top: 12.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><br /></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-79738413365922278132023-04-14T09:38:00.000-07:002023-04-14T09:38:21.224-07:00HOT MEN WEAR APRONS<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Spring brings barbeque grills heating
up and romantic dinners on the patio. Cookbook author Sloane Taylor has some
tips for the guys at the grill and their lovely better halves. Find them in her
hot new cookbook, HOT MEN WEAR APRONS. –Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Create A Happy Occasion Anytime<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><a name="_Hlk124496690"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From
Sloane Taylor </span></i></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk124496690;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk124496690;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Give that special guy in your life a gift that will make him
a hero in the kitchen and king of the grill! </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From delicious breakfasts to the delectable aroma of meat
sizzling on the grill, these 130 recipes create 72 complete meals to satisfy
hungry appetites. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Men...Dare
to Tie One On? </span></i></b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">An
apron, that is…</span></i></b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cuisines to satisfy any craving,
from comfort food to looks-fancy-but-easy-as-pie delights. Raid your own pantry
and get fresh (ingredients) at the grocery.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Prep can be done in advance, but why
rush? Make the prep part of the fun with your honey! (Matching aprons optional.
Clothing is recommended, especially for sautéing!)</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Menu suggestions provided or get
adventurous and create your own unique meal—and a memory to savor.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Wine and beverage selections make
you an instant pairing expert.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bonus:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Tips/tricks that will make everyone think you’re a
kitchen genius.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Extra
bonus</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">: Sloane’s secret recipe for Super
Bowl Chili!</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">All recipes are indexed so you can
find what you need in a snap.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And come on, who doesn’t like
sausage? (For breakfast! What were you thinking?)</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Lunch, dinner—or breakfast the next
morning, Sloane has you covered! Because the best times always start in the
kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">AMAZON BUY LINKS<br />
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Sloane Taylor</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> is an Award-Winning author
with a second passion in her life. She is an avid cook and posts new recipes on
her </span><a href="http://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">blog</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> every Wednesday. The recipes are user friendly,
meaning easy. <o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrX3zK_03bZds2Op5BYlbJ0p5EVHHOuFs9KAr3vLeBs49clIUrYgW4EtPc30BE21qtnWIocph9CpdNqUJuRn8_u_8GmTBfx2dOwpK0LulsoZEJ2YxMbJwJmDoONkabsTmxHEen_vlk8TSwPGorfLkX_JqzN77Z-QKMQp9bTDQcb-Yr6NL4so7wlf5/s290/Sloane%20Taylor%20head%20shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="193" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrX3zK_03bZds2Op5BYlbJ0p5EVHHOuFs9KAr3vLeBs49clIUrYgW4EtPc30BE21qtnWIocph9CpdNqUJuRn8_u_8GmTBfx2dOwpK0LulsoZEJ2YxMbJwJmDoONkabsTmxHEen_vlk8TSwPGorfLkX_JqzN77Z-QKMQp9bTDQcb-Yr6NL4so7wlf5/s1600/Sloane%20Taylor%20head%20shot.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-64322644359739078142023-04-11T02:59:00.000-07:002023-04-11T02:59:36.409-07:00THE TIME I GOT ONE OVER ON WHITEY FORD<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">From Linda Lee
Greene Author/Artist</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nobody
can ever say of me that I am a “globetrotter,” although I would like to be a
habitual gadabout. In my younger days, before health issues took over and ever
since then have dictated my whereabouts, I did a little international
traveling. My last trip across the pond was an employer-sponsored, long-weekend
in England. Take my advice and never go to England on a three-day pass, because
the time will zoom by and you’ll be left with little more than a blur in your
memory bank. Nowadays, unless I travel by way of a story in a book or an
article in a magazine or trek along with Rick Steves on public television, it
isn’t likely that I will ever again get to Europe or any place beyond the
borders of the USA. “Maybe in my next life?!” I lament in my weaker moments—when
my enthusiasm for my Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning-existence flags. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the meantime, you can bet that I keep
a “Travel Bucket List” for my reincarnated life. Deep down I know the whole
idea of a newly-embodied self is a bunch of hooey, but didn’t Dorothy make it
to Oz on the wings of a tornado and Alice to Wonderland down a dark and creepy rabbit
hole? A similar kind of out-of-body episode might be my only pathway to the
trip of my dreams—to a week at a cooking school in Tuscany and another week
hanging out at the Bay of Naples—at least two to three weeks to take in the
history, art, and culture of Rome, Florence, Venice, and Milan, and then onto
several days of hiking the Cinque Terre, chasing romance at the feet of Romeo
and Juliet in Verona, and on and on? I figure I, or whomever I will be in that re-embodied
entity, will have to carve out about three months for such an itinerary.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Dreams are made to sleep on,”
someone must have said at one time or another, and the specific night around
which this story centers, I crawled into bed and in no time my eyeballs rolled
up into my head and my eyelids closed down on my fondest dream. In an instant I
was transported to Northern Italy, at a raucous celebration comprised of
thousands of townspeople dressed up in garb that must have dated back to the 12<sup>th</sup>
or 13<sup>th</sup> centuries—men in knee-length or long tunics, some sporting
chain mail and full-fledged suits of armor, the women in long tunics or gowns
and linen veils draping their heads. I was soon to experience that the pointed-toed
shoes that both sexes wore were lethal weapons. A man standing next to me
explained that the festival was called the “Carnival of Ivrea,” known as the
“Battle of the Oranges” to English speakers and the biggest food fight in Italy
and surrounding countries. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My new friend went on to say, “The three-day
festival is a re-enactment of either a 12<sup>th</sup> or a 13<sup>th</sup>
century event—nobody seems to know for sure—in which a marquis or duke or person
of a similar ilk, exercised his right of privilege and forced himself on a
miller’s daughter on the eve of her wedding. The whole affair backfired on the
tyrant when the young maiden got her hands on what had to have been a really
sharp knife or some other chopping utensil and cut off his head. The legend
holds that the townspeople then stormed the palace where the maiden was held
captive and burned it to the ground. It signaled the end of such oppressive
acts on the part of the ruling class and is thought of as a revolutionary turn
for the common people. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“The re-enactment comprises thousands of
townspeople divided into nine combat teams of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">aranceri </i>on foot that throw the oranges. The oranges represent old
weapons and stones, and as you can see, they are thrown at <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">aranceri </i>in carts that represent the tyrant’s ranks.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">While I couldn’t imagine landing a
position on one of the teams, it seemed to me that an alert and a nimble
bystander could swipe at least one loose orange and get in a lick. “You wouldn’t
think so many oranges could be had here in the cool shadow of the Italian Alps,”
I said to the stranger. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Crateloads of them are shipped in from
Sicily. It’s the leftovers from southern Italy’s winter crop. By the way, my
name’s Whitey Ford,” and he held out a big and beefy hand. Mine was lost in the
curl of its elongated fingers and cavernous palm. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Whitey Ford?! Not <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the </i>Whitey Ford, the greatest pitcher in the history of the New
York Yankees?” I gasped. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“One and the same,” Whitey replied as he
released my hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkv4cy-c1jfIEOjJuL6avlUmZ5NySmc8TUyBrd8D1RltkLXZlkm1Bi8_hOTu-8e4xfyNQfw1ZvpmvRjDEhjNg-oSvX84MmM2OrFwdzrw9zcm-CHEYo4nU-idpMxOpm76UgeMZ2ugj710T4IWzU8dxQTRsq539EydzwtzsG_ir6DL4sgTXyDGZ1Wuy7/s149/Whitey%20Ford.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="133" data-original-width="149" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkv4cy-c1jfIEOjJuL6avlUmZ5NySmc8TUyBrd8D1RltkLXZlkm1Bi8_hOTu-8e4xfyNQfw1ZvpmvRjDEhjNg-oSvX84MmM2OrFwdzrw9zcm-CHEYo4nU-idpMxOpm76UgeMZ2ugj710T4IWzU8dxQTRsq539EydzwtzsG_ir6DL4sgTXyDGZ1Wuy7/w272-h268/Whitey%20Ford.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">At that very second, an orange sailed
through the air, levelled precisely at Whitey’s head. He stepped to the right,
reached up that iconic left arm, and just as the orange was about to drop into
his palm, I thrust my right hand up and grabbed it—I owned that orange! I had actually
gotten one over on the legendary Whitey Ford. As fast as lightning, I pitched it
like Whitey landing a strikeout across home plate. A missile nosed in on its
target, my orange connected and splattered in an orange slurry on a draped head
onboard one of the tyrant’s carts. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And wouldn’t you know it, I woke the
next morning to a juicy navel orange at rest on the nightstand next to my bed. Had
I carried it to my bedroom the night before intending to eat it, but then
forgot it in my urgent need for sleep? Was it like the time I absentmindedly brushed
my teeth with antibiotic cream, or when I said my former lover’s name instead
of my husband’s at the exchange of our wedding vows? Or had the fairies really visited
me while I slept and gifted me with the most perfect specimen of an orange? Such
are the delightfully curious possibilities of a dreamer’s life. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Rather than peeling it and eating it in
the same old way, I figured this special orange demanded special treatment. I
padded to the kitchen, laid it on a cutting board and sliced the orange in half
with a serrated knife. I then ran the knife around the inside perimeter of each
half to separate the pulp from the peel and then each section from the
membrane, like I always do to halves of a grapefruit. Next I dribbled </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">4 to 5 drops of vanilla
extract and 1 teaspoon of honey onto each half and then topped them with a
generous sprinkle of cinnamon. I arranged the orange halves onto a cookie sheet
sheathed in aluminum foil and placed them below the broiler of the oven for 3 –
5 minutes. Piping hot out of the oven, I had a hard time deciding on whether to
top them with whipped cream, ice cream, or fruit. Fruit it was, and I topped
the orange halves with a couple cubes of canned peaches. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I could only eat half of my magical
orange. I put the other half in a storage container and placed it in the fridge.
It was my breakfast the following morning, reheated in the microwave at 30
second intervals until it was just right.© <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YYg_unwVuq2LKPNroR8UyzoRcBkFi2NRb_LS5D3s3zDH1VnAy6GSR6Ek0F8eE5iaw8WBs8F1e21T8cmKo3pPIgJtGX5uBpGgX9GIgUtYlBT0zzZcvv74w6NeQkdCET6558REa232QbEPYtHQJNUUGZTZJArGGVrdgL66QrgY6pBEFEu8Oetksmcf/s3264/OVEN-BAKED%20ORANGES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YYg_unwVuq2LKPNroR8UyzoRcBkFi2NRb_LS5D3s3zDH1VnAy6GSR6Ek0F8eE5iaw8WBs8F1e21T8cmKo3pPIgJtGX5uBpGgX9GIgUtYlBT0zzZcvv74w6NeQkdCET6558REa232QbEPYtHQJNUUGZTZJArGGVrdgL66QrgY6pBEFEu8Oetksmcf/w400-h300/OVEN-BAKED%20ORANGES.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">#Italy,
#RickSteves, #TravelBites, #PBS, #ItalianAlps, #CarnivalOfIvrea,
#BattleOfTheOranges, #WhiteyFord, #Baseball, #NewYorkYankees, #OvenBakedOranges,
#GardenOfTheSpiritsOfThePots, #LindaLeeGreene<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWJO6p6NUDgFmoTP-uvdEpBstC_FKI0U7o_EDsj_qOumDtC44Rw7ID0dmoz5bEiC_Nazr-dTjydazqjnUNoFnz3C7oH5ZuSPb2wkSyeq9myL35Nct9_uQBOCJradfE31M7b6gtDtMQF6C2WQXbWV2FfQe5lblKdv6mO4tqvlpyX3Lt9ZmyEA-NIKQ/s1587/GARDEN%20OF%20THE%20SPIRITS%20OF%20THE%20POTS%20FRONT%20COVER.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1587" data-original-width="999" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWJO6p6NUDgFmoTP-uvdEpBstC_FKI0U7o_EDsj_qOumDtC44Rw7ID0dmoz5bEiC_Nazr-dTjydazqjnUNoFnz3C7oH5ZuSPb2wkSyeq9myL35Nct9_uQBOCJradfE31M7b6gtDtMQF6C2WQXbWV2FfQe5lblKdv6mO4tqvlpyX3Lt9ZmyEA-NIKQ/w264-h400/GARDEN%20OF%20THE%20SPIRITS%20OF%20THE%20POTS%20FRONT%20COVER.png" width="264" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Multi-award-winning
artist and author Linda Lee Greene’s GARDEN OF THE SPIRITS OF THE POTS: A
Spiritual Odyssey, is a novella in which ex-pat American Nicholas Plato
relocates to Sydney, Australia to escape the mental torture of devastating
losses back home. Strange encounters in Australia’s outback with an Indigenous
potter reveal to Nicholas unexpected blessings and a new way of living. The
novella is available in eBook and/or paperback. Just click the following link
and it will take you straight to the page on Amazon on which you can purchase
the book. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/</span></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-40309015830378328042023-04-06T07:37:00.000-07:002023-04-06T07:37:01.698-07:00A PRETTY ALMOND MERINGUE COOKIE RECIPE AND A BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE FROM AUTHOR STELLA MAY<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 9.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Author
Stella May's Delicious Treat and Her Latest Time Travel Romance Are on the Menu This Easter...</span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I've got fellow time travel author
and friend Stella May in my virtual kitchen today, baking up some of her
delicious Almond Meringue Cookies just in time for Easter. Perfect to serve at
your family gatherings, or tuck into your children's Easter baskets, these
sweet treats won't disappoint, but will disappear! So, without further ado, I'm
handing off the spatula. Take it away, Stella...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This recipe for a classic meringue
dessert is easy to prepare and wonderful to eat. My family loves these cookies
as a sweet after a good dinner. If you choose to use vanilla extract, you’ll
have a classic méringue desert called <i>La Bise</i> (kiss in
French). Bon appetite! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QvNu1KnnVq837C1Tjp0rDW9qA5iufiJ7wdCSZwQo8wCHyqi9XyqfTdkTwj5B08liaAQQE7wzWF05oMwD59NBEL_xhuDCco4ACYhT0YpNTarBU-2rsmFAaNcDIwSmJyQpkUYs-V5hIZoMyBgDnbl8sUG0mZjkCB6M1xWla7-73ayz-Zc8XzwET-2M/s500/ALMOND%20MERINGUE%20COOKIES%20-%20MARINA%20SARDAROVA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QvNu1KnnVq837C1Tjp0rDW9qA5iufiJ7wdCSZwQo8wCHyqi9XyqfTdkTwj5B08liaAQQE7wzWF05oMwD59NBEL_xhuDCco4ACYhT0YpNTarBU-2rsmFAaNcDIwSmJyQpkUYs-V5hIZoMyBgDnbl8sUG0mZjkCB6M1xWla7-73ayz-Zc8XzwET-2M/s320/ALMOND%20MERINGUE%20COOKIES%20-%20MARINA%20SARDAROVA.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Almond Meringue Cookies</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4
egg whites, cold eggs right from the fridge<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Pinch
of salt<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">¾
or 1 cup of white sugar (I use organic raw cane sugar)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1
tbsp. almond or vanilla extract<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">12
whole almonds<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Preheat oven to 200° F.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">You need a hand or standing mixer.
Mix egg whites and salt on high-speed to the consistency of dense foam.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Add sugar by small portions, mixing
well. Try not to stop your mixer while adding sugar. Add almond extract.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cover cookie sheet with parchment.
Spoon mixture into 12 cookies. You can use an ice-cream scoop. Place
one whole almond on top of each cookie.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bake for 1 hour. Lightly touch the
cookie. It will have a firm crust and a soft center. That’s ideal. Turn off the
oven and leave the cookies inside the oven for 1 hour.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Remove from the oven to cool
completely. Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here's
a little to intrigue you on Stella May's latest time travel romance: <b>TIME &
AGAIN</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRS6jj2WXyRDttPKQvtzTnXYMNN_uH2ppQWQx2yhsOS22Td0zFLvqqxvrlcIBFy423chWuzjsr3Od_2adWWlC_3IDnor27eKxRDrC-waOiM9UP7PUwhi_9a92ijZywwMr_CzHrjcfNy3CxgLs5mTSrpoQnTGtQ5zGQ9YQKFJ_ERLA8pYduMiZ_g9D9/s664/TIME%20&%20AGAIN%20COVER-MARINA%20SARDAROVA-STELLA%20MAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="443" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRS6jj2WXyRDttPKQvtzTnXYMNN_uH2ppQWQx2yhsOS22Td0zFLvqqxvrlcIBFy423chWuzjsr3Od_2adWWlC_3IDnor27eKxRDrC-waOiM9UP7PUwhi_9a92ijZywwMr_CzHrjcfNy3CxgLs5mTSrpoQnTGtQ5zGQ9YQKFJ_ERLA8pYduMiZ_g9D9/w245-h358/TIME%20&%20AGAIN%20COVER-MARINA%20SARDAROVA-STELLA%20MAY.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p>
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After months of working like a woman possessed, Nika Morris kept her promise.
Coleman House is finished. It’s gorgeous. Spectacular. Brilliant.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It’s breaking her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Because once the new owners move in, she’ll be cut off from
the time portal to 1909, where she met and fell in love with Eli Coleman. Now
stranded in her own time, she’s waited months for the key to reappear in its
hiding place. Only it hasn’t. Which means Eli must have believed the terrible
things she was accused of.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Back in 1909, Eli is stunned at his best friend’s deathbed
confession of a shocking betrayal. Nika—his Daisy, his time-traveling
wonder—was innocent. Once he finds the key, he wastes no time stepping through
the portal, determined to make things right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But the moment Eli stumbles into her shiny, noisy, <i>confusing</i> future,
he realizes reconciliation won’t be simple. There is more than one emotional
bridge to rebuild before he and Nika can return to the time their love was
born—and live their destiny out to the fullest.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Talented
author <b>Stella May </b>is the penname for <b>Marina Sardarova</b> who
has a fascinating history you should read on her <a href="https://www.stellamayauthor.com/"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">website</span></a>. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stella
writes fantasy romance as well as time travel romance. She is the author
of <i>'Till Time Do Us Part</i>, Book 1 in her Upon a Time series, and the
stand-alone book <i>Rhapsody in Dreams.</i> Love and family are two
cornerstones of her stories and life. Stella’s books are available in e-book
and paperback through all major vendors.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When
not writing, Stella enjoys classical music, reading, and long walks along the
ocean. She lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband Leo of 35 years and
their son George. They are her two best friends and are all partners in their
family business.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Stella on her <a href="https://www.stellamayauthor.com/"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">website</span></a> and <a href="https://stellamayauthor.home.blog/"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">blog</span></a> Stay connected
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #EEE9DD; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666555; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Labels: #<a href="https://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/search/label/Almond%20Meringue%20Cookie%20Recipe"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">AlmondMeringueCookieRecipe</span></a>, #<a href="https://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/search/label/Dessert%20Recipe"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">DessertRecipe</span></a>, #<a href="https://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/search/label/Easter"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Easter</span></a>, #MarinaSardarova,
#<a href="https://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/search/label/Stella%20May"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">StellaMay</span></a>, #<a href="https://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/search/label/Time%20and%20Again"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Time&Again</span></a>, #<a href="https://sharonledwith.blogspot.com/search/label/Time%20Travel%20Romance"><span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">TimeTravelRomance</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-86020361977386703392023-04-03T04:58:00.000-07:002023-04-03T04:58:21.285-07:00IT’S ALL IN THE NAME<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Resurrection”
as illustrated in Christianity’s Easter and “indictment,” as attached to America’s
former president are top of mind just now. Surely I am not the only one to take
note of the irony. Religion and politics don’t have a lock on such goings-on. While
usually narrower in their reach and impact, such stories abound across all
sectors of humankind: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">IT’S ALL IN THE NAME<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">From Linda Lee Greene
Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">We lived in
the tight, inner-city streets and on our spacious porches as much as inside our
homes when I was a scruffy kid. A mishmash of early, twentieth-century
Victorians, freestanding doubles, multi-family townhouses and apartment buildings—brick
or asbestos-shingled masses packed together like sardines in a tin can—our
homes were separated only by slim spans of pockmarked, concrete sidewalks and
face-to-face across narrow streets paved in bricks. The streets were edged
with skimpy strips of weedy greenspaces and broad walkways. Graffiti was an
ever-present feature of the streets and walkways, chalk-doodled and scrawled as
they were with our hopscotch grids and hide-and-seek bases and baseball diamonds.
We could depend as well on hearts and flowers in chalked messages of love blooming
in the clay and concrete, the hard surfaces that were the avenues of our
transportation and commerce and recreation.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRD4-9mqPbQ15Nf8Ahj4VDSHBacKzfr_Zzl4WdNhuv3g7Ya8MiH0Few1ndrRzs06lqdpeK26sUOgVaaoTVt8duLnJbofBm6nwJ-6n12EOjWAJnx6e_10QDBDoLhDZ0aris9u25jgALwVfSgvXDrMg8tiWDYoz9UFfmPkRP3O41n-Js_BSG4iArJ_Z9/s684/507%20W.%202ND%20AVE.%20COLUMBUS,%20OH.%20JUNE,%201950%20-%20ROMA%20GAFFIN%20GREENE%20%20-%20Copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="684" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRD4-9mqPbQ15Nf8Ahj4VDSHBacKzfr_Zzl4WdNhuv3g7Ya8MiH0Few1ndrRzs06lqdpeK26sUOgVaaoTVt8duLnJbofBm6nwJ-6n12EOjWAJnx6e_10QDBDoLhDZ0aris9u25jgALwVfSgvXDrMg8tiWDYoz9UFfmPkRP3O41n-Js_BSG4iArJ_Z9/w439-h324/507%20W.%202ND%20AVE.%20COLUMBUS,%20OH.%20JUNE,%201950%20-%20ROMA%20GAFFIN%20GREENE%20%20-%20Copy.png" width="439" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Oddities, injustices, cruelties, as
well as charity and compassion abounded at every point of the compass—the kind
of fodder about which writers dream. There was the brewery, the brick and
river-stones behemoth around which our dwellings were clustered and that
provided employment for so many of the locals, a place that belched poisonous,
sinus-scorching and tear-wringing fumes in the air every afternoon. And who
couldn’t guess that on the other side of the street, positioned in a straight
line with the entrance of the brewery was the most heavily trafficked beer
joint within several blocks? Of course, one of the city’s oldest and most
revered Catholic Churches right around the corner from the watering hole is
worthy of a mention, for it was, among other notable reasons, a house of
worship famous for its standing-room-only confessional. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Two
streets south of us was the cloistered district tagged by bigoted outsiders as
“Fly Town.” It was the DO NOT ENTER place that was the stomping grounds of the
black people in our midst. On many Sunday mornings, I sneaked across that
invisible boundary of segregation and stood outside their small church and
listened to the glorious music that soared through the walls of the
building—spirituals and gospels, “Amen” music as it is commonly known—music
that sent chills of wonder down my spine. Oh, how I wanted to go inside and
join them. While I was drawn to that kind of spiritual abandon, it also scared
me, and I didn’t dare cross that barrier. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Feral
cats and stray dogs roamed the area at will. The standout in my memory was an
imposing, black Chow Chow, a bear-like beast that was in constant battle with
other dogs and cats and that terrified every human being it encountered. Across
the alley just west of our house lived Freddy, a kid of my same age and a Ted
Bundy in the making. Freddy’s pastime of choice was to catch a feral cat of the
day, swing it around by its tail and then bash its shrieking head against a
telephone pole. The terrorized cats usually survived Freddy’s assaults while I
and the other kids in witness were traumatized forevermore by his violence.
Freddy and the Chow Chow would have made good bedfellows. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The house directly across the street
from us, clad in shamrock-green shingles and like most of the freestanding houses
of the area, featured a spacious front porch. It was the residence of Catherine,
a World War II widow and stay-at-home mother of my friend Molly. Molly was the
only person of that name whom I have ever known. There was the Unsinkable Molly
Brown who survived the sinking of the Titanic and Molly the cloned sheep that
had its 15 minutes of fame in 1997. Molly, my friend, also had the distinction
of being a genetic double of her mother. They were both petite, blue-eyed
blonds. Their physical features weren’t remarkable in a neighborhood of a
preponderance of little and pale females. The odd thing about them was that during
the nine years I knew them, Molly had a parade of new fathers and with each new
father, she had a new last name. Catherine’s free-hand with Molly had its
limits, however. It turned to out and out suppression in other ways. For
instance, Catherine denied Molly’s every plea to cross the street, or to play
in it or on the sidewalks with the rest of us kids. Molly’s porch was her private
and only playground. I see so clearly in my mind’s eye that lonely, little girl
standing at the edge of the porch watching us play, her bottom lip quivering
and her tears dripping from her trembling chin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">I
lost contact with Molly when my family and I moved out of the neighborhood. Both
Molly and I were fifteen at the time. Six years later, in a peculiar mix of
serendipities, I ran into Molly among the New Year’s Eve throng gathered at
Times Square in New York City. What were the odds of happening upon a person I
used to know from two states away and all those years before? I recognized her
instantly, as she did me. “Mollyyyyy,” my mind flipped through the long list of
her various last names for the appropriate one. I would have expected Molly’s
face to have been ruined by the emotional wounds that surely were the legacy of
her swinging-door fathers and conflicted mother, but it was nothing of the
sort. Molly’s face was fresh and as sparkling as the crystal ball that a few
minutes later dropped into the New Year.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">She
recognized my bewilderment and said through a kindly smile, “It’s just Molly
now. All those last names sent me into therapy for a long time. I came away
from it simply as Molly.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">“That’s
cool!” I declared, and I wrapped her in a big hug. I pulled away and added,
“Cher and Madonna have done quite well for themselves that way.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">“Exactly!”
Molly affirmed. We laughed and there was no need for further discussion on the
matter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">The
incident brought Freddy to mind. Did he ever make it to an analyst’s couch or a
church’s pew? Did he have nightmares about the cats he tortured? I had to be
content with knowing that at least Molly had made it to the light. And what
about Catherine? At the time, I still held to the opinion that she was
bat-&hit-crazy. Years later, my assessment of her grew more flexible—when <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I</i> became one of those desperate mothers trapped
in a frantic search of a substitute father for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my</i> children.© <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">#Easter,
#Indictment, #Resurrection, #VictorianHouses, #Townhouses, #ApartmentBuildings,
#TedBundy, #FeralCats, #StrayDogs, #ChowChows, #MothersAndDaughters,
#GardenOfTheSpiritsOfThePots, #LindaLeeGreene<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">***<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Multi-award-winning
artist and author Linda Lee Greene’s GARDEN OF THE SPIRITS OF THE POTS: A
Spiritual Odyssey, is a novella in which ex-pat American Nicholas Plato
relocates to Sydney, Australia to escape the mental torture of devastating
losses back home. Strange encounters in Australia’s outback with an Indigenous
potter reveal to Nicholas unexpected blessings and a new way of living. The
novella is available in eBook and/or paperback. Just click the following link
and it will take you straight to the page on Amazon on which you can purchase
the book. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Constantia","serif";">https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/</span></a></span><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Constantia","serif";">
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-85200921095434213512023-04-01T06:13:00.000-07:002023-04-01T06:13:36.473-07:00EASTER DINNER BY AUTHOR EMMA LANE<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">In their manic dash to lay in last-minute foodstuffs
for Easter dinner, shoppers in my corner of the world are dodging raindrops and
strong winds. Author Emma Lane lends a hand with her easy-to-prepare menu as
itemized below:<b> </b>-Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">EASTER
DINNER<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By</span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">Author Emma Lane <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My goal is to serve food with as little fuss as possible
while still producing an attractive, delicious, and healthy meal for my family
and guests. Hopefully this plan will give me more time to enjoy everyone. I
encourage you to add your own favorites.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MENU</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Baked Ham</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Raisin Sauce</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Candied Carrots</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ambrosia</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dinner Rolls</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Peaches al la Mode</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzd55iuEO4exQUtnr3kNvZZQ19fFsGf1N-TNJmq7omjTf1zj-3UX_oCHomqXghpItYnw25I18XeyfrCbCCLYtzxeDuIWo6EVYcVVLvpLdLShwuW_xNNwaTbv_2fotmY9KUzCNOw30RHLvzupn8CfHw7f_1YQYxvk60nPTjA5hHCAUR8yHOq52qD5tC/s250/BAKED%20HAM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="250" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzd55iuEO4exQUtnr3kNvZZQ19fFsGf1N-TNJmq7omjTf1zj-3UX_oCHomqXghpItYnw25I18XeyfrCbCCLYtzxeDuIWo6EVYcVVLvpLdLShwuW_xNNwaTbv_2fotmY9KUzCNOw30RHLvzupn8CfHw7f_1YQYxvk60nPTjA5hHCAUR8yHOq52qD5tC/s1600/BAKED%20HAM.jpg" width="250" /></a></b></div><b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Baked Ham</span></b></div></b><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hams are already cooked you merely want to warm it through.
Follow the package directions so as not to dry out the meat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Raisin Sauce</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 ½ cups water<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">¾ cup raisins<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">⅓ cup packed brown sugar<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 pinch salt<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 tsp. cornstarch<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bring water to a boil in a saucepan. Stir in raisins, then
boil until raisins are very tender, 5 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Whisk in brown sugar and salt, then gradually whisk in
cornstarch to avoid lumps forming. Simmer over low heat until glaze has
thickened, 10 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Serve in a gravy boat for your family and friends to spoon
onto their ham.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-S0nsVJ_JuCgnanKHrEEvBaqUXwJKAM1cWweyYN-KfrTbHQgblD3vFRh6aUP9S48SmrC1VYjDmqORRYDiWb7QmCZUvt1kkcv4tZ2Zy2YDR5ZvcWQmeneJPYJu35BQ0DK9bQ7_wh-coDuk1zE-UihXKKWZm09t7utqd_DahaX-EAZ7kw8qUZtm5-8o/s300/CANDIED%20CARROTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-S0nsVJ_JuCgnanKHrEEvBaqUXwJKAM1cWweyYN-KfrTbHQgblD3vFRh6aUP9S48SmrC1VYjDmqORRYDiWb7QmCZUvt1kkcv4tZ2Zy2YDR5ZvcWQmeneJPYJu35BQ0DK9bQ7_wh-coDuk1zE-UihXKKWZm09t7utqd_DahaX-EAZ7kw8qUZtm5-8o/s1600/CANDIED%20CARROTS.jpg" width="200" /></a></b></div><b><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Candied Carrots</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Are always a favorite. This recipe works great in your
microwave.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">5 – 8 baby or mini carrots per person<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2 tbsp. butter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2 tbsp. brown sugar<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dash of maple syrup ¼ cup water<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Parsley for garnish, optional<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cut carrots in half or thirds into long pieces.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mix remaining ingredients in a microwave safe bowl. Stir in
carrots. Nuke until carrots are fork tender. Careful not to overcook. Spoon
sauce over carrots before serving.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ambrosia</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have mentioned before I am originally from the south of
the U.S. Oranges and coconut mixed together is Ambrosia in South Georgia. Use a
pretty glass bowl if you have one. I use my mother’s cranberry bowl and love
the contrast of the bright orange colors. This is a messy recipe to prep as you
must remove the orange membrane. Do prepare the dish the day before and
refrigerate to really blend the flavors.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 orange per person if small, ½ if large<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 cup shredded sweetened coconut<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">¼ cup orange juice<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 small can crushed pineapple<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stir all ingredients together then scoop into a serving
bowl.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Canned</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <b>biscuits
or Crescent Rolls</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Follow the recipe on the package.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Peaches a la Mode</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 can sliced peaches in light syrup<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Vanilla ice cream<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Granola, optional<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Maraschino cherries<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cherry juice<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Spoon 3 – 5 peach slices in individual dessert dishes. Add a
generous double scoop of vanilla ice cream. Top with a maraschino cherry and a
sprinkling of granola. Drizzle sparingly with cherry juice.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Other fruits are also tasty prepared this way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here is a brief intro to the cozy mystery series Emma writes
as Janis Lane.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MURDER in the JUNKYARD</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> sees
the demise of a man no one likes, a romance, and plans for a wedding as
Detective Fowler and his friends keep their small-town America free from
danger.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Detective Kevin Fowler is furious that low life has targeted
his town where people live in blissful safety. Brenda Bryant is out junkn’ for
good things when she stumbles over the grotesque body of a man beloved by no
one. Suspense heats up when large sums of money are found in two different
places. Drug money is suspected, and Brenda targeted by someone who wants the
money returned. Detective Fowler faces surprise after surprise as he peels back
the surface of Hubbard, New York and deals with its shocking underbelly.
Meanwhile romance infiltrates the group of friends with a wedding in the
making.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Junkyard-Janis-Lane-ebook/dp/B00N9JVN3W/ref=sr_1_5?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Janis+Lane&amp;qid=1614371852&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-5" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">AMAZON BUY LINK</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSk5_npkCGO46BMdhOCsoA20SiWsDo0pwc9XfycGmuvaP0m_ydC4uZrTzCetiAvE8tICSNMlHYdgO5KndFwT40JM3_6fgDyEerT6BhwzudI10gINR5kbeWwgSpfgf0nAerrrQeqVwxskAd015UUVZ4vd6PMCNhZXBDNa2ZJDh6MiEVC9Kryc07u4u/s284/EMMA%20LANE%20BODY%20SHOT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="213" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSk5_npkCGO46BMdhOCsoA20SiWsDo0pwc9XfycGmuvaP0m_ydC4uZrTzCetiAvE8tICSNMlHYdgO5KndFwT40JM3_6fgDyEerT6BhwzudI10gINR5kbeWwgSpfgf0nAerrrQeqVwxskAd015UUVZ4vd6PMCNhZXBDNa2ZJDh6MiEVC9Kryc07u4u/s1600/EMMA%20LANE%20BODY%20SHOT.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Emma Lane</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> is
a gifted author who writes cozy mysteries as Janis Lane, Regency as Emma Lane,
and spice as Sunny Lane.</span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring
arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are
riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk
where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer
opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is
always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit.
Her day job is working with flowers at </span><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Herbtique and Plant Nursery</b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">,
the nursery she and her son own.</span></p>
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new <a href="http://emmajlane.com/" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: windowtext;">website</span></b></a>. Leave a comment or a gardening
question and put a smile on Emma’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-43221263518428756042023-03-30T08:31:00.003-07:002023-03-30T08:31:45.442-07:00WHIP UP A MEAL FROM NEXT TO NOTHING!<p> </p><p align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">From Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Christopher Kimball of the MILK STREET TELEVISION cooking
show, recently asked his friend Alex Aïnouz, a Parisienne, to tell the audience
about the recipes a typical French home cook prepares for his/her family during
any given week. Aïnouz replied, “We cook what is available; we don’t cook
recipes.” Come to think of it, our ancestral mavens of the cook stove, and hearth,
and fire-pit have been cooking that way since fire was discovered. Well-stocked
pantries and freezers are contrivances of the modern world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The conversation between Kimball and
his French friend took me back to memories of my dear mother. While Mom was a
darn good baker of pies, cobblers, biscuits and bread, she wasn’t as skillful a
cook, otherwise. She fried her meats to near leather and creamed just about
everything: creamed peas, creamed corn, even creamed canned tomatoes, a method
of preparing vegetables that never pleased my taste buds. “Al dente” was not only
a term Mom never heard, but the concept would have been completely foreign to
her, for she boiled her vegetables until they were as soft as mush. In another
way, though, she was masterful in the kitchen. I can’t tell you how many times
I witnessed her pulling together a meal on a dime from a seemingly empty fridge
and pantry, because, as was common back in those friendlier old days, someone
unexpected stopped by at right about meal time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Mom began life as a farm girl during
the early decades of the twentieth century. Her experience in the kitchen was
typical of budding cooks in most farm kitchens back then. There was the benefit
of her mother’s enormous garden, which was replete with vegetables and various
kinds of berries, its harvest canned and stored in the cellar at season’s end;
there were chickens in their dozens in the yard, on the porch, in the barnyard,
and gathered among the apple and peach trees in the orchard. Every morning, the
hen house was a veritable egg-banquet in the offing, and out in the smokehouse,
sides of brined pork and beef suspended from poles, the products of the farm’s
stock of pigs and cows. Never ever was there a sparse larder. All that was
required to pull together a meal when company came around was to gather up some
eggs, wring a chicken’s neck, break open a canned jar of corn, cook up a “mess”
of green beans afloat au jus in hunks of ham or thick slices of bacon, and
throw some wood in the oven of the cook stove and bake a loaf or two of bread, a
blackberry cobbler, and a peach pie.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mother was nineteen when she and my father
married, and as soon as they could pull it off, they high-tailed it to the big
city and never again entertained the prospect of farm-life. Thereafter, for the
most part, the local grocery store was the equivalent of my grandmother’s
garden and smokehouse. Nevertheless, no matter how long it had been since Mom’s
last trek to the grocery store, she could whip up a meal from thin air.
Macaroni and cheese with sliced ham sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches and
Campbell’s tomato soup were her staples; or gravy and biscuits and fried
potatoes; or bean soup and cornbread, or my enduring favorite: fried bologna
sandwiches and sliced tomatoes on the side. Of course, people in my corner of
the world call them “Fried Bologney Sandwiches.” Mom followed the traditional
recipe of fried bologna, American cheese and mayo slapped between slices of
white bread, but I like to tinker with traditional recipes. Be advised that my version
of a fried boloney sandwich is hearty and filling. I can only eat half of one.
It’s a good sandwich to split with a friend, or to save the second half for tomorrow.©<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><o:p><br /></o:p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoLBVUY8xbwHLiSKBOfB-hykT6x_Bs0dkfnNRgD4wfPwClqy2EI-Hu9tDjrFnc8msjtN_UXaG_RAEhx2uv62qDaeuxZhEZoL9V6qHHBkMqFxA_4dQb4ukKtxaCYXb1LDjcUvl1VhNzyuekiwf0Tqh075zaJeLmsz-FREklO-SWbp4Jx295Kbe909e/s3089/LINDA'S%20FRIED%20BOLOGNA%20SANDWICH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3089" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoLBVUY8xbwHLiSKBOfB-hykT6x_Bs0dkfnNRgD4wfPwClqy2EI-Hu9tDjrFnc8msjtN_UXaG_RAEhx2uv62qDaeuxZhEZoL9V6qHHBkMqFxA_4dQb4ukKtxaCYXb1LDjcUvl1VhNzyuekiwf0Tqh075zaJeLmsz-FREklO-SWbp4Jx295Kbe909e/s320/LINDA'S%20FRIED%20BOLOGNA%20SANDWICH.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #1e2732; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">LINDA’S FRIED “BOLOGNEY” SANDWICH<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-transform: uppercase;">INGREDIENTS<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<ul type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2 </span></b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">slices of your favorite bread<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2<b> </b></span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">slices of bologna <o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A few tablespoons of a butter and
olive oil blend such as Olivio or Countryside Creamery Butter with Olive
Oil and Sea Salt <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 slice
of<b> </b></span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">sharp cheddar
cheese<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A<b> </b></span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">dollop of ketchup<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2 eggs</span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></li>
</ul>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-transform: uppercase;">DIRECTIONS<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-transform: uppercase;"> </span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3sbZZYs6AMoKcYOuSTTGAAKQ-Yams_tRRJ_0TzCu1dqH-TazmeztRsXVC-YwDUAZ-WWFKGz_lvAXZgSZzyDvDV83u5NLxpiUFr1yH75-5vKbcvrIL2HXjZcXdUKN4B3d8GSW8_1UBqOS9xwT0--7CXxmMZtf6p4PcYe1uRKyachA98mN7tZbb5LY/s3264/FRIED%20BOLOGNA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3sbZZYs6AMoKcYOuSTTGAAKQ-Yams_tRRJ_0TzCu1dqH-TazmeztRsXVC-YwDUAZ-WWFKGz_lvAXZgSZzyDvDV83u5NLxpiUFr1yH75-5vKbcvrIL2HXjZcXdUKN4B3d8GSW8_1UBqOS9xwT0--7CXxmMZtf6p4PcYe1uRKyachA98mN7tZbb5LY/s320/FRIED%20BOLOGNA.jpg" width="240" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Put
1 tablespoon of the butter/olive oil blend in a frying pan (preferably an iron
skillet) and heat to medium high.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cut
short slits in the bologna around their entire perimeter. This prevents the
bologna from cupping while frying. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Place
the bologna in the skillet. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Brown
both sides of the bologna. When done, scoop them onto a plate with a spatula.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Quickly
crack the eggs into a bowl and whip them as if you were preparing them for
scrambling. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Lower
the flame under the skillet to low. Add another tablespoon of the butter/olive
oil blend to the skillet. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dip
both sides of the bread into the whipped eggs and place them in the skillet.
Cook both sides to a French Toast golden brown.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">While
the second side of the bread slices is browning, place the two slices of fried
bologna on top of one slice of the bread.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Add
the cheese to the top of the bologna.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Drop
a dollop of ketchup on the top of the cheese.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Constantia; mso-fareast-font-family: Constantia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">11.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Place
the second browned slice of bread on top to form a sandwich. Flip the sandwich
with a spatula and cook until the bread is slightly charred and the cheese is
melted. The charred consistency adds a satisfying crunch to the sandwich.© <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-13560657398431062912023-02-25T02:31:00.000-08:002023-02-25T02:31:27.973-08:00WAR COMES TO HOLLYWOOD<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The glitz and glamour of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Romanoff’s, </i>the place to see and be seen
in the golden days of Hollywood, was not bulletproof during World War II. My muse
transmits to my blog from the ethers an imaginary tale reminiscent of Los
Angeles’ vulnerability during the war. It happened on February 25, 1942 -Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">WAR COMES TO
HOLLYWOOD</span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“For several weeks, I had been
hard at work on a film in Hollywood for MGM in which I played a battered secret
agent in a World War II spy film. I came to Hollywood from cattle country
originally. I was a bona-fide cowboy in those days—horse, ten-gallon hat, spurs,
and sidearms—the whole rig. I got it in my head that I could rake in some real
dough as a stunt man in Hollywood, so I packed my meager belongings and headed farther
west. Things went well for me in Tinsel Town as a stunt man, and before long, I
got actual parts in movies, speaking a few lines and sometimes kissing a girl.
I was tall and blond and smooth-faced, and the studio heads took notice when
fan-mail started showing up for me. It was a natural transition for me from bit
player to Matinee Idol. I capitalize the term because Matinee Idol meant money,
big money, and sprawling houses and pricey cars and expensive dames—lots and
lots of expensive dames.</span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“There
were marriages in between—marriages to two of those high-priced dames—boring,
soul-robbing marriages. Not only did they empty out my bank accounts, but they
sucked me dry in just about every other way you can imagine, and it showed—on
my face, which is the curse of any Hollywood player. My boudoir-days were over,
at least on the silver screen. I was lucky to evolve from Matinee Idol to character
actor, but still getting top billing and good money, most of the time. My
older, craggy face fit in just fine as a saddle-worn but quick-draw sheriff in
Westerns, the big, tough guy charged with saving the town and the girl from the
bad guys. And then the war created a whole new genre of films in which ‘aging actors’
like me could go on working, hopefully all the way to retirement. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrZrSTUOfw640uXLZ6BntPXy09vchNwukt7IBSStfH_RhBqDBK46r0rFMZTRVhl2kUgN897kXsRgp9JmFL_0houmjk5cjaV6tuHBzm0POhHXXsRxL488vqka-OPQoc0CmGLYiZrUyKCLnvKu9ma0Y93A4qCOPeJVzyaJHjPO0_aUbyISK1Bzbf02B/s379/ROBERT%20TAYLOR%20AND%20BARBARA%20STANWYCK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="220" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrZrSTUOfw640uXLZ6BntPXy09vchNwukt7IBSStfH_RhBqDBK46r0rFMZTRVhl2kUgN897kXsRgp9JmFL_0houmjk5cjaV6tuHBzm0POhHXXsRxL488vqka-OPQoc0CmGLYiZrUyKCLnvKu9ma0Y93A4qCOPeJVzyaJHjPO0_aUbyISK1Bzbf02B/s320/ROBERT%20TAYLOR%20AND%20BARBARA%20STANWYCK.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I was at <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Romanoff’s</i> that Wednesday night of
February 25, 1942, slugging back scotch and avoiding chit-chat with my famous
peers. Barbara Stanwyck and Robert Taylor slipped by. I raised my glass in a
curt hello and then turned back to my serious drinking. I didn’t like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Romanoff’s</i> much. There was a phony and
irritatingly glitzy air to it, phony and glitzy like its owner and founder, one
Prince Michael Dimitri Alexandrovich Obelensky-Romanoff, nephew of the tragic
and safely dead Tsar Nicholas II of Russia. The real deal was that the prince
was one Hershel Geguzin, native son of Lithuania and not a royal bone in his
body, who landed by boat as a child in Brooklyn, and then to Cincinnati as a
fully-grown pants presser named, Harry Gerguson. His arrival in Hollywood as
the Russian Prince Romanoff was a story of make-believe to rival anything immortalized
on film by Louis B. Mayer. Anyway, I was at <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Romanoff’s</i>
to meet a girl, or at least, I hoped to meet a girl—<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the girl</i></b>—I was damn well convinced
of it. Trouble was, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">she</i></b> wasn’t convinced of it at all.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lYTQUxY9hNW57Mk4eAVXRs_DjNV_BDoR37jIgexpQXtchsvszVFr9PHLSBr8CWpgxvrsAUL-Ry40vz5H03CJ-kj-dJ79oKUdS6rt9fESbotfLJ3Ows7ATTIJ1IPdeIotdwg9y5jI9DG7ylfuR7aQk-vh8_kpgeBqL7VBjon5IHm6vNeTlUj6OSDQ/s600/ROMANOFF'S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="600" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lYTQUxY9hNW57Mk4eAVXRs_DjNV_BDoR37jIgexpQXtchsvszVFr9PHLSBr8CWpgxvrsAUL-Ry40vz5H03CJ-kj-dJ79oKUdS6rt9fESbotfLJ3Ows7ATTIJ1IPdeIotdwg9y5jI9DG7ylfuR7aQk-vh8_kpgeBqL7VBjon5IHm6vNeTlUj6OSDQ/s320/ROMANOFF'S.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I had met the
sweet young thing, Adele was her name, a few months back at <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Perino’s</i>. She was a model—tall and
slender and well-formed in all the right places.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>On a regular basis, Alexander Perino, an Italian immigrant rumored
to have Mafia ties, pushed back the tables of his fine-dining, Hollywood
restaurant and featured fashion shows. The sweet young thing slithered out in a
silky floor-length getup one evening, and slipped straight into my heart. I
corralled her to my table and spent the rest of the night fighting off every
other guy in the place. I did learn that like most beautiful females in La La
Land, she lived for the day she could leave the runway behind and mount the
film set. She was from a small town in Ohio—had made it to first runner-up in
the Miss Ohio Beauty Pageant a couple of years before. I pointed out to her
that Hollywood was overrun with former beauty queens aching with the same dream,
girls busting tables, ushering at theaters, and changing dirty diapers on rich
people’s kids. A few months down the road, I asked her to marry me. She looked
me straight in the eye and replied, ‘No way!’ But I wouldn’t give up. I
couldn’t give up!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“For those of
you who think that nothing happens in Los Angeles but sick Hollywood marriages,
divorces, trysts on casting director’s couches, and wild-fires, let me take you
back to the clear moonlit night of Wednesday, February 25, 1942, the place I
began this story. In case you haven’t put it together in your mind, while all the
hanky-panky was going on at<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Romanoff’s </i>and
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Perino’s,</i> and other Hollywood
hotspots, the United States was into World War II for nigh on to three months following
Japan’s bombing of America’s Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Nipping at
the heels of Japan’s warmongering, Germany and Italy got in on the act and
declared war on the United States, too. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“In fear of an
attack on mainland United States by Japan, the early months of 1942 found the
nerves of the populace of west-coast America as tight as a bow string. People
were on their last nerve when on Monday, February 23<sup>rd</sup> of 1942, a
Japanese submarine surfaced and shelled oil installations at Ellwood, California,
located about 2 ½ hours north of Los Angeles—plainly, the worst fears had come
true: Japan had brought the war to California. But the war was the last thing
on my mind. I was going to bed this gorgeous female and make her mine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“She finally
showed up that night—very late and very standoffish in a whole new way. By that
time, I had sobered up and wanted nothing more than a pillow under my head. We
did have a drink, though, and then left the restaurant together. As soon as we
stepped out into the moonlit night, I looked at my watch. It was precisely 2:17
AM. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m going to look like roadkill
tomorrow, </i>I said in my mind. I had a 6:00 AM makeup call and it wasn’t a
foregone conclusion that I would be in any shape to show up for it. I walked
her to her car and she leaned back against the driver’s side door. ‘We need to
talk,’ she said to me. She reached into her little purse, extracted her silver
cigarette case, flipped it open, and pulled out a cigarette. ‘You?’ she asked,
offering me a smoke. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I shook my head
and said, ‘What’s on your mind, my lovely?’ She placed the cigarette between
her lips. ‘The blackout,’ I reminded her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“She cupped her free
hand over the end of the cigarette to deaden its light and then lit it with her
silver lighter. Squinting her left eye against the fumes, she drew on the
cigarette deeply. A gentle breeze caught her exhaled smoke and carried it away.
Her face in the moonlight was the Madonna’s. My heart leaped with love for her.
‘I’m going away,’ she told me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“‘What?! Going
away?! Where?!’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“‘I’m going
home. I need to spend some time with my family to get them used to the idea
that I’ll leave again when Congress passes the bill that will allow women to
join the military. And as soon as it’s passed, I’ll join up. I’m leaving for
Ohio the day after tomorrow.’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“‘But, wait! You
can’t…’ My words were ripped from my mouth by the earsplitting wail of a
siren—one siren, and then two sirens, and then a shrill chorus of screaming sirens
from every direction. A group of people ran out of the restaurant, their legs
pumping like mad to their vehicles. One of the guys stopped for a second and
yelled, ‘We’ve been hit! The goddamn Japs hit us!’<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZB2jlaoptj-SGWtyopBuGyO6-qLZ6Ylo-0P6e_MegFwpmBwmbidsIxkCfOUXD0JLmkOUuohfoA4khuPuSBPJwv7uWnd2OMEmyTag_ATjFClHtBNvG9xtuR4dzEqQSe-bzHkAsngGw2jMT6u0tA4iAni3sKo3E_nK7DPmApiaRA0P-VKwk9gcrukU/s500/UFO%20OVER%20LOS%20ANGELES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="500" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZB2jlaoptj-SGWtyopBuGyO6-qLZ6Ylo-0P6e_MegFwpmBwmbidsIxkCfOUXD0JLmkOUuohfoA4khuPuSBPJwv7uWnd2OMEmyTag_ATjFClHtBNvG9xtuR4dzEqQSe-bzHkAsngGw2jMT6u0tA4iAni3sKo3E_nK7DPmApiaRA0P-VKwk9gcrukU/s320/UFO%20OVER%20LOS%20ANGELES.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I looked up,
and there it was—an aircraft of some kind hovering menacingly above the city.
Searchlights lit it up like a second moon in the sky. ‘Jesus!’ I yelled. I
grabbed Adele by the arm and hustled her to my car. The ‘ack ack’ of the city’s
defense guns split the night as I steered my car through the dark streets. It
was like crazy dodge cars out there. Cars were crashing into other cars, and who
knows what else? We made it back to my house in one piece. The conflagration
outside the walls calmed down after a while, but we were too keyed-up to relax.
I looked for a chink in Adele’s attitude—some glimmer of affection for
me—something I could hold on to. But she was as stiff as a statue. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There was no
sleep that night for Angeleños. The morning news was full of updates. Although
no bombs were dropped, the city did not escape unscathed. Three residents lost
their lives in automobile accidents and two others died of heart attacks. All
manner of property was damaged from shells and shrapnel. Many people were
injured in various ways dashing about seeking cover—in some cases including
thousands of volunteer air-raid wardens who frantically tried to tamp down the impending
pandemonium. But, despite all the unfortunate consequences, exhilaration was in
the air. The city had met its first taste of war with valor. But soon
exhilaration turned to humiliation and then outrage when the Secretary of the
Navy admitted that no attack by Japan had actually occurred. He blamed it on
citizen jitters. Two possibilities were floated. Either the weird object in the
sky was a weather balloon, or it was shell bursts from defensive ground guns
that were illuminated weirdly by searchlights.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I drove Adele back to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Romanoff’s.</i> She reached across the seat
of my car and kissed me. I watched her scoot out of my car and into hers. She
gunned the engine and then sped down Rodeo Drive and out of my life. I knew in
my gut I would never see her again. Like a curtain parting before my mind’s
eye, I saw that she was hurrying toward a destiny I never imagined for her. She
put me to shame. It came home to me what a shallow and narcissistic scoundrel I
was. There was something going on that was a whole lot bigger than me, and it
was time for me to grow some balls and do my part. I pulled my car out of the
parking space and pointed it to the nearest Army Recruitment Center.© <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
above is a work of historical fiction based on the actual February 25, 1942
false-alarm attack at Los Angeles.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Images:
Husband and wife movie-stars, Robert Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Romanoff’s Restaurant </i>circa 1940s, UFO over
Los Angeles, February 25, 1942.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">#Hollywood,
#LosAngeles, #Romanoff’s, #MGM, #LouisBMayer, #WorldWar11, #BarbaraStanwyck,
#RobertTaylor, #MissOhioBeautyPageant, #WACS, #AChanceAtTheMoon, #LindaLeeGreene<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">***<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Q0ueEdKzY1wZHmdmVJ0eMlNN3DA7mOrFAqbbumqbngrs3SyYU_DAjETcm2CeGBNbrN_EEmAxn5y3rmV4oTp5940DN4g7ccFoyPZEHCioBN76U1k3mgU_a6LetuuRuAhER23Z56hsm1HrENyGlvctTV8v_JZlVemaUQkkRCcHaeOP2h39Z2bOT4GQ/s1801/A%20CHANCE%20AT%20THE%20MOON%20BOOK%20COVER.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1801" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Q0ueEdKzY1wZHmdmVJ0eMlNN3DA7mOrFAqbbumqbngrs3SyYU_DAjETcm2CeGBNbrN_EEmAxn5y3rmV4oTp5940DN4g7ccFoyPZEHCioBN76U1k3mgU_a6LetuuRuAhER23Z56hsm1HrENyGlvctTV8v_JZlVemaUQkkRCcHaeOP2h39Z2bOT4GQ/s320/A%20CHANCE%20AT%20THE%20MOON%20BOOK%20COVER.png" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Amid the seductions of Las Vegas, Nevada,
a sextet of opposites converge within a shared fate: a glamorous movie-star
courting distractions from her troubled past; her shell-shocked bodyguards
clutching handholds out of their hardscrabble lives; a dropout Hawaiian nuclear
physicist gambling his way back home; a Navajo rancher seeking cleansing for harming
Mother Earth; and from its lofty perch, the Hawaiian’s guardian spirit conjured
as his pet raven that conducts this symphony of soul odysseys. It all unfolds in
</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">multi-award-winning
author, Linda Lee Greene’s</span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">
novel, A CHANCE AT THE MOON.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A reader says of the
novel, “A gripping tale of romance, vices, glamour, insecurities, betrayal, and
murder written in a very descriptive and artistic manner which paints a picture
of the environment and characters. This was clearly well-researched and
possesses a number of facts and detail on topics from uranium to realistic
atmospheres.” 5 Stars</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-61277748573065994782023-02-21T12:09:00.000-08:002023-02-21T12:09:07.991-08:00THERE’S NO REALITY IN THE METAVERSE<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: 1.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; text-transform: uppercase;">From
Anne MontgomerY, AUTHOR<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZp6FXgJzRgQZCXSRWvG9dNOJfmC0t0HFqN-K7Uv_FjaamQ260jZBlM5FzklO7Tdw1Ildku0bva2Zf2vDi_JiA0VOpBldtzUql42QXEjr_I5rFQX9nLvXl0ZQgcz28Uoi6uH1Gn3QQivF9QZUVussdEL17MATusnUTYBju3eMwa71x072BnKK2YUT/s1024/ANNE%20MONTGOMERYS%20METAVERSE%20VS%20VIRTUAL%20REALITY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZp6FXgJzRgQZCXSRWvG9dNOJfmC0t0HFqN-K7Uv_FjaamQ260jZBlM5FzklO7Tdw1Ildku0bva2Zf2vDi_JiA0VOpBldtzUql42QXEjr_I5rFQX9nLvXl0ZQgcz28Uoi6uH1Gn3QQivF9QZUVussdEL17MATusnUTYBju3eMwa71x072BnKK2YUT/s320/ANNE%20MONTGOMERYS%20METAVERSE%20VS%20VIRTUAL%20REALITY.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></b></div><b><i><br /><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;"><br /></span></i></b><p></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #404040; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;">If we’re not careful, we could lose our children to digital gaming
on a grand new scale.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #404040; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">You’ve probably seen the Meta ad. A
young teen stretched out on his bed, clutching a football. “I wanna be
quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys,” he says. “I wanna carry
eighty-thousand fans to victory.” Then, we see the boy again, this time in a
stadium wearing a Cowboys-like <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>jersey,
throwing a pass. But the kid isn’t wearing a helmet. Instead, he’s donned his
Meta Quest 2 Pro headset, a dandy little device that sells for $1,500.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It’s not only the exorbitant price of
the virtual-reality apparatus that has me riled, it’s the whole idea of the ad.
The kid reminds me of when I was still teaching. I did my best to sit down
individually with every one of my students, an effort to tease out what they
wanted from life and perhaps formulate a plan to help them get there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When a kid came to me saying they
wanted to be a professional athlete—as many did—I pointed out that there’s a
lot of hard work and dedication on that path and no guarantees. Though I know
the odds of being an athlete at the pro and Olympic levels are incredibly slim,
I never tried to talk anyone out of it, though I always mentioned the need for
a plan B, explaining that one awkward step can end an athlete’s career.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“So, you play on our team here at
school. What’s your position?” I’d ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">More times than I care to remember the
kid would look at me quizzically and say, “I don’t play on the school team.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“A club team then?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No, I just play in the neighborhood.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;">Childhood
obesity is on the rise. One reason is because children are addicted to video
games, and the lure of the Metaverse promises to make things worse.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-J0YlD_fmoUDzH_X6dIUo2qq1s6CFZP7_7bcZLswZaZ4aaZmXnJXKfg0naxjMscYr_UplhWut7HGlTir3LW-sF8oXmt_KQU8sKKmziNsISbu9n0hzMT6MhDPq9sfx1T8ZjE2pk_oMBx9Di8onH_fc1A3RlCKTg-oQWgDW1QulW8pZFohErw4GLlh/s1024/OBESE%20KID.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="661" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-J0YlD_fmoUDzH_X6dIUo2qq1s6CFZP7_7bcZLswZaZ4aaZmXnJXKfg0naxjMscYr_UplhWut7HGlTir3LW-sF8oXmt_KQU8sKKmziNsISbu9n0hzMT6MhDPq9sfx1T8ZjE2pk_oMBx9Di8onH_fc1A3RlCKTg-oQWgDW1QulW8pZFohErw4GLlh/s320/OBESE%20KID.jpg" width="207" /></a><br /></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I would then gently point out that if
they really wanted to become a pro athlete, they should actually play on an
actual team. “That’s the way to learn,” I’d say. “You can’t become a great
player without playing.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And then they’d just stare at me, as if
to say no effort should be required to reach their dream.<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now, back to the Meta ad. What is it
really saying to young people? Are Mark Zuckerberg and his boys actually
insinuating that wearing their high-tech goggles is better preparation for a
career in sports than, um, actually playing in real games? That’s the
impression the ad gives me. It seems the idea of hanging out in your room,
interacting with pretend people is preferable to actually getting involved with
a real coach and players. No weight training or sweating required. No learning
the intricacies of your position. No need to develop the interpersonal skills
involved with being a team member. No putting yourself on the line in front of
actual fans. And if that imaginary pass you’re throwing to an imaginary
receiver in an imaginary stadium goes awry, no worries. Just restart your
imaginary game and give yourself a do over.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Is this really the message we want to
send when one in five kids in the U.S. is clinically obese, which amounts to
14.7 million children and adolescents? Add to that the fact that almost 16% of
12-to-17-year-olds suffer from depression, a condition often brought about by
isolation and loneliness. Perhaps their little Meta headset might make them
feel like they have actual friends, but eventually they’ll learn the reality of
virtual reality. There is nothing real about it. They will reside in a fake
world and someday, when they need an actual friend, there might be no one to
turn to.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Perhaps
I’m wrong. Maybe, someday, some kid will play football or baseball or hockey in
their pretend universe and then they’ll become pro players. Sounds ridiculous,
doesn’t it. <i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Because it is!<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We should not allow children to slip
into this world. Video games sucking up all their time are bad enough. The
Metaverse will swallow them whole.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I know what some of you are thinking.
She’s just an old teacher who doesn’t understand modern technology. These are
just games. What’s the harm?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">All I can say is take heed, parents.
Don’t leave your kids for endless hours in their rooms where they will become
increasingly addicted to their fabricated worlds.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .25in; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I really hope I’m wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But…<i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">I’m not</span></i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;">Find
Anne Montgomery’s novels wherever you buy books.</span></b><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Anne-Montgomery/e/B00JOEIL4A?ref"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: windowtext; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;">Amazon</span></a><u><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></p>
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Catherine Castle shares with us a sweet story of love and a sneak peek at one of
her books on this Valentine’s Day. –Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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</span><span style="background: #FB5E53; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Determining
Mr/Mrs Right-for-Your-Life</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">from <b>Catherine
Castle</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="background: #FB5E53; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How do you know it you’ve met Mr. or Mrs. Right—the one
true love of your life?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now
that’s the question of the century. Sometimes you know right away with a “zing”
goes the heart strings. Sometimes you don’t know until certain dramatic things
happen in your life. And sometimes true love is revealed only after the loved
one is gone. I saw all three of these in the lives of my parents.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Let
me tell you a story about my parents, who apparently got it right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My
parents met after WWII, right before Dad was going to enlist in the Foreign
Legion. He came to visit Mom’s uncle. Mom peeked at Dad from behind a newspaper
during that visit and her interest in him was obvious enough that he asked her
on a date. Their courtship was a short one. They met in October and by
Thanksgiving the following month they were married. Dad’s family said to Mom,
“Don’t marry him. You don’t know what you’re getting into. He drinks. He
gambles. He carouses around with his brother.” But ‘Love is blind.’ And Mom
didn’t listen to the naysayers. That’s the “zing” goes the heart strings
moment.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
dramatic happening for my folks occurred early on in their marriage. True to
the warning of his family, Dad did drink and gamble and run around with his
brother, leaving Mom at home with two small children. After about two
years of this kind of behavior, Mom gave Dad an ultimatum. “It’s me and your
daughters or carousing with your brother. You can’t have both. Choose what you
love most,” she told him. Dad chose us. He walked away from his old life and
built a life around his family.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It
took the remainder of their life together to discover the last expression of
love.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dad
was a meat and potatoes kind of guy. Dinner fare for us was always a meat,
which ran the gamut from pickled pigs’ feet and cow brains to fried chicken and
smoked pork. Some form of potatoes (usually fried) sat next to the meat
platter. Then green beans and another vegetable filled out the menu. We’d often
have bread, too, from sliced store-bought bread to homemade cornbread or
biscuits. Dessert was rare and saved for company. Without fail, meat, potatoes,
green beans and a second vegetable appeared on every dinner table.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">No
matter what combination of those four dishes Mom put on the dinner table, Dad
ate it. He wasn’t choosy about what meat Mom served, or how the potatoes were
fixed, or what alternate veggie she served beside the green beans. He ate it
all, and as I remember it, with gusto. In all the years I sat at the table with
them, eating Mom’s down-home meals I never once heard Dad complain about or
critique Mom’s cooking. I thought he loved everything she made, even though I
always didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Then,
in 1987, Mom died of complications from pneumonia. After the funeral Dad was
wandering around the house saying, “You girls should take this, or this. It
belonged to your mom and I can’t look at it now that she’s gone.” We
obliged him and took the offered items, because, as I’ve since learned, guys
can’t deal with looking at stuff that belonged to their deceased wives.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When
Dad walked into the pantry where Mom kept all her home-canned goods, he said,
“Take all these green beans home with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
can’t take food off your table, Dad,” I protested.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
hate green beans,” he replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’m
sure my mouth dropped open, because it still does when I think of this story.
“But you ate them almost every night,” I said. “If you hate them why did you
eat them?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Because
your mother served them.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For
thirty-seven years and four months, my father ate a hated vegetable every day
just because Mom served it. And he ate it without letting anyone at the table
know he hated green beans. Now, if that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FB5E53; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ain’t
love grand?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="background: #FB5E53; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Catherine loves to laugh at herself and loves to write
comedy. Check out her award-winning romantic comedy, with a touch of drama,<i> <b>A
Groom for Mama.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p>
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she goes she has one wish—to find a groom for her daughter. To get the deed
done, Mama enlists the dating service of Jack Somerset, Allison’s former
boyfriend.<br />
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The last thing corporate-climbing Allison wants is a husband. Furious with
Mama’s meddling, and a bit more interested in Jack than she wants to admit,
Allison agrees to the scheme as long as Mama promises to search for a cure for
her terminal illness.<br />
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A cross-country trip from Nevada to Ohio ensues, with a string of disastrous
dates along the way, as the trio hunts for treatment and <b>A Groom For
Mama</b>.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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been writing all her life. A former freelance writer, she has over 600 articles
and photographs to her credit (under her real name) in the Christian and
secular market. Now she writes sweet and inspirational romance. Her debut
inspirational romantic suspense, The Nun and the Narc, from Soul Mate
Publishing, has garnered multiple contests finals and wins.<br />
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Catherine loves writing, reading, traveling, singing, watching movies, and the
theatre. In the winter she loves to quilt and has a lot of UFOs (unfinished
objects) in her sewing case. In the summer her favorite place to be is in her
garden. She’s passionate about gardening and even won a “Best Hillside Garden”
award from the local gardening club.<br />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-49970882298425503472023-01-20T06:17:00.004-08:002023-01-20T06:17:55.297-08:00SAVORY SAUSAGE SOUP AND A GREAT READ FROM AUTHOR SHARON LEDWITH<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; line-height: 27.35pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">January’s Choice<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From time travel author Sharon Ledwith</span></i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This is a fantastic soup to serve to
your crew and freezes well. Salad, hard rolls, and wine (red or white) complete
this meal! You can make it 24 hours ahead of time without the noodles and wait
to add noodles when you reheat the soup to serve.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(159, 180, 170); text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAtOqe4O43lrkBPtmTO8aTEwbSrY7cAzA_xPWlIpRv7eXSx6SOJX-NGGsf5hgQ0OrirHWuWpePRqr-a7Gps-jVbL5CHaYKe29mDpOQ7XXji3ndZ6gGWGkYlG22I-g6A6Bmz24qOcO3Vb0cbm6OWJveoE0iP4LbK6n5Hr7TE_9sWQC0qMCFMv3gvE6/s264/SAVORY%20SAUSAGE%20SOUP%20-%20SHARON%20LEDWITH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="198" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAtOqe4O43lrkBPtmTO8aTEwbSrY7cAzA_xPWlIpRv7eXSx6SOJX-NGGsf5hgQ0OrirHWuWpePRqr-a7Gps-jVbL5CHaYKe29mDpOQ7XXji3ndZ6gGWGkYlG22I-g6A6Bmz24qOcO3Vb0cbm6OWJveoE0iP4LbK6n5Hr7TE_9sWQC0qMCFMv3gvE6/s1600/SAVORY%20SAUSAGE%20SOUP%20-%20SHARON%20LEDWITH.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; line-height: 23.95pt; margin-bottom: 11.25pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 18.75pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Savory Sausage Soup<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1½ pounds sweet Italian sausage*<br />
2 cloves garlic, minced<br />
2 small onions, chopped<br />
2 (16 ounce) cans whole peeled tomatoes<br />
1¼ cup dry red wine<br />
5 cups beef broth<br />
½ tsp. dried basil<br />
½ tsp. dried oregano<br />
2 zucchinis, sliced<br />
1 green bell pepper, chopped<br />
3 tbsp. fresh parsley, chopped<br />
1 (16 ounce) package spinach fettuccine pasta (or plain, whatever your heart
desires)<br />
Salt and pepper to taste<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In a large pot, cook sausage over
medium heat until brown. Remove with a slotted spoon and drain on paper towels.
Drain fat from pan, reserving 3 tablespoons. If desired, instead of ground
sausage, cut sausages in thin slices.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sauté garlic and onion in reserved fat
for 2 to 3 minutes. Stir in tomatoes, wine, broth, basil, and oregano. Transfer
to a slow cooker, and stir in sausage, zucchini, bell pepper, and parsley.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cover, and cook on low for 4 to 6
hours.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bring a large pot of lightly salted
water to a boil. Break pasta into smaller pieces and drop into boiling water.
Cook until al dente, about 7 minutes after the water returns to the boil. Drain
water and add pasta to slow cooker. Simmer for a few minutes, and season with
salt and pepper before serving.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Serve topped with grated parmesan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">* Use ground sausage or links you’ve
broken into bits or sliced thin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This recipe can also be made on your
stovetop. Follow the directions, but instead of the slow cooker, combine all
your ingredients in your original pot. Simmer partially covered for 1 hour.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Give yourself a well-deserved break
while your soup simmers. Sit back, prop up your feet, and open a book you’ve
been meaning to read. Why not pick up one of The Last Timekeepers adventures,
and peruse the latest mission with Treena and her time traveling cohorts?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></b></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Only a true hero can shine the light in
humanity’s darkest time.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Fourteen-year-old Jordan Jensen always
considered himself a team player on and off the field, until the second
Timekeeper mission lands him in Amsterdam during World War Two. Pulled into the
world of espionage, torture, and intolerance, Jordan and the rest of the
Timekeepers have no choice but to stay one step ahead of the Nazis in order to
find and protect a mysterious book.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">With the help of the Dutch Resistance,
an eccentric baron, Nordic runes, and an ancient volume originating from
Atlantis, Jordan must learn that it takes true teamwork, trust, and sacrifice
to keep time safe from the evils of fascism. Can Jordan find the hero within to
conquer the darkness surrounding the Timekeepers? If he doesn’t, then the
terrible truth of what the Nazis did will never see the light of day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; line-height: 23.95pt; margin-bottom: 11.25pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 18.75pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I wonder what else is down here.”
Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles,
and relishes. His stomach growled.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Jordan pulled the cheese from his
pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his
phone to Jordan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Jordan walked over and grabbed a jar of
pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at the baron’s place
hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s bleeding. His hand
tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his palm. A scrape
from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Hello?” he asked, pushing jars aside.
He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Who ya talking to, Jordan?” Drake
asked with his mouth full of cheese.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan listened. Hearing
nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I thought I heard—” Jordan stopped and
pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you serious, Sharma?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Drake spat out his cheese, snorting
with laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Is there a problem?” Ravi asked, tying
the bowtie of his tuxedo.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You look like a penguin with
attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Say what you want, but I’m glad we
didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied, pulling down
his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Jordan chuckled. Suddenly, he heard a
door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking down the stairs. Panicking,
Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit jacket’s pocket and waved Drake
over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind Jordan just in time, before the small
light bulb above the bottom of the stairs clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard.
There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly man in a blood-stained apron.
Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of his balding head. His brown
trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him resemble an evil garden
gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher knife, its blade flecked
with blood.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Wielding the knife, the man pointed at
Ravi. “Who are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ravi licked his thick lips nervously.
“The name’s Bond. James Bond.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tpKTg1EekX9lEYRKuD35GnT8xpdeqjDlM00aVCfBr3V5xWWP-eqJPv5_2t6DsR4gq7gV6jFwYSTPorWWOMTaZGqhmUrsurg5a0gUAuOecog-xbs4nJgHWa7HT3FztjMRxMQBuzBonOf-YumsP7TyFGz49XqmsV4u06ocgbxTlg6xjC1EPq1i4rbk/s300/SHARON%20LEDWITH%20HEAD%20SHOT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tpKTg1EekX9lEYRKuD35GnT8xpdeqjDlM00aVCfBr3V5xWWP-eqJPv5_2t6DsR4gq7gV6jFwYSTPorWWOMTaZGqhmUrsurg5a0gUAuOecog-xbs4nJgHWa7HT3FztjMRxMQBuzBonOf-YumsP7TyFGz49XqmsV4u06ocgbxTlg6xjC1EPq1i4rbk/s1600/SHARON%20LEDWITH%20HEAD%20SHOT.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharon Ledwith is the author of the
middle-grade/YA time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic
mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing,
researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and
an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a
southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow
Labrador and a moody calico cat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Learn more about Sharon Ledwith on
her </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><a href="https://www.sharonledwith.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">website</span></a></u></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">and<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://www.sharonledwith.com/blog/" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">blog</span></a></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. Stay connected
on </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/seledwith" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Facebook</span></a></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> and </span><a href="https://twitter.com/sharonledwith" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Twitter</span></a><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5821744.Sharon_Ledwith?from_search=true&from_srp=true" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Goodreads</span></a><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, and <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/notPublished/167502" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">Smashwords</span></a>.</b> Look up her </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Ledwith/e/B0084DUHJO" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ama<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">zon Author page</b></span></a><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> for a list of
current books. Be sure to check out </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheLastTimekeepers/" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THE
LAST TIMEKEEPERS TIME TRAVEL SERIES Facebook page</span></a></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #9FB4AA; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">May you enjoy all the days of your life
filled with laughter and seated around a well laden table!</span></i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-19477913385706209742023-01-17T11:50:00.000-08:002023-01-17T11:50:02.748-08:00HOME FOR OUR BOOKS<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If you don’t have the heart to donate books to the local
public library like I do, or drop them off at a thrift store, or sell them at a
garage sale, author-duo CD Hersh has an idea for you. It’s all spelled out in
the directions below: -Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">HOME FOR OUR BOOKS<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From CD Hersh</span></b><span style="color: #265e15; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.2pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It started like this:</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 8.4pt 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SZCQz_znO3JwU6x0EvW0oDq_KBUMGQHp3WyzR2IA8vqfOgiPfevI_3k6TbCZvl8ZKg9kmAAebIEbdFEy4OGQspujW1lCsx_YTSB-IPNL0wLo93whsCQI_inu487hsNNClzGDW4F9x9LOypttPwZlO_lFcNPU_jB-cCxuBoyVtGrZ9gb7n29yUY1e/s211/CD%20HERSH%20BOXED%20BOOKS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="211" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SZCQz_znO3JwU6x0EvW0oDq_KBUMGQHp3WyzR2IA8vqfOgiPfevI_3k6TbCZvl8ZKg9kmAAebIEbdFEy4OGQspujW1lCsx_YTSB-IPNL0wLo93whsCQI_inu487hsNNClzGDW4F9x9LOypttPwZlO_lFcNPU_jB-cCxuBoyVtGrZ9gb7n29yUY1e/w264-h304/CD%20HERSH%20BOXED%20BOOKS.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.2pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">and ended like this:</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdqshC5isZ-gR6IWck1JjMeGEGYmVHPOTHxdn8nvq2vXd1xeDmlUGNWfLBXW0FfAkn3VDSZIU4NPzjwB-PYJlp5CRtvr_5pYx3rLCwrwO5B2W3OWNeJExMftVtuBXFML7Pe_FvKkz1SLo8Nz1n-uAqas_mjirrMq24O_UonTI3AGPzskmZfBvj8Rk/s211/CD%20HERSH%20BOOKSHELF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="211" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdqshC5isZ-gR6IWck1JjMeGEGYmVHPOTHxdn8nvq2vXd1xeDmlUGNWfLBXW0FfAkn3VDSZIU4NPzjwB-PYJlp5CRtvr_5pYx3rLCwrwO5B2W3OWNeJExMftVtuBXFML7Pe_FvKkz1SLo8Nz1n-uAqas_mjirrMq24O_UonTI3AGPzskmZfBvj8Rk/w262-h276/CD%20HERSH%20BOOKSHELF.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Are you wondering what you’re looking
at?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It’s paperback stud cubby bookshelves,
made by Donald, the carpenter-handy half of C.D. Hersh, to store Catherine’s
romance novels and other paperback book collections, which were layered two
deep in her office shelves. They now adorn the ‘library’ section of our
basement family room.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Wall studs are the perfect depth for
holding 4-inch wide mass market paperbacks. Donald installed an adjustable
shelving system on the sides of the studs by dadoing a recess so the metal
shelving system was even with the wooden studs. Then he cut the shelves to fit,
nailed trim around the openings, painted and stained the surrounding wood and …
instant bookshelves! Well, maybe not instant, but certainly a clever storage
method.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If you don’t have any bare studs in
your house you can still create these fantastic book cubbies by removing a
section of drywall and installing the shelving systems between the studs. <i>(Donald
note: Use interior wall not extirior or you loose insilation.)</i> The
shelving system can also be attached to the stud without recessing it. You’ll
lose a couple of inches in storage, but won’t have to mess with power tools.
Find your studs with a studfinder tool, make sure the space you’ve chosen is
hollow, and be careful when you cut the drywall to insure you don’t hit any
hidden wiring or pipes. Adding trim around the opening makes for a neater
looking opening.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We’ve had these clever bookshelves in
several of the homes we’ve lived in. They’re handy for books and other small
items you want to display. Put a door on the surface and you’ve got some
covered storage. We happen to like our book cubbies open; it’s easier to read
the titles and adds color to the wall. Not only are they handy, but they make a
great conversation piece when your guests visit. But watch out … with all your
books visible you may become their favorite lending library!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">There are quite a few empty stud cubby
shelves downstairs since Donald created two whole walls using this creative
storage idea. I guess that means a few more trips to the bookstore! Yeah!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What clever ideas do you have to create
bookshelves in your home or office?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now kick back, relax and pick up a good
book to read. You might even try one of ours that you can find over on
our </span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><a href="https://cdhersh.wordpress.com/books/"><b><i><span style="color: red; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">book page</span></i></b></a></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, </span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">under the menu at the top of the page
or on our<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><a href="http://amzn.com/C-D-Hersh/e/B00DV5L7ZI" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Amazon Author Page</span></b></a></span></i><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span style="color: red; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.</span></u></i></b><b><u><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">C.D. Hersh–Two hearts creating
everlasting love stories:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Putting words and stories on paper is second nature
to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers
and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high
school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true
love and happily ever after. They have a short Christmas story, <i>Kissing
Santa</i>, in a Christmas anthology titled </span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://amzn.com/B0186SCT74" target="_blank"><i><span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Sizzle in the Snow: Soul Mate Christmas Collection</span></i><span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">, with seven other
authors. Plus their paranormal series titled </span></a></span><i><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Turning Stone Chronicles</span></i><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKm37rIImSo_2dTGcALCYsRRvr1cZw3pElJqeuEH575yt9hAth9orNktzYR_BBMH26N87ZGCUw0_MFp7a9s-0TtZlcLrvMcbwZPgDeLWTHr9CG95N9WM6xsdMzhvYomyQ0UTPbrvwdvA3Ve8kY9wciW4T5bWT0I4at0Jjma-iHLcHwwYHjcgtPeia/s367/THE%20TURNING%20STONE%20CHRONICLES%20BY%20CD%20HERSH_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="367" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKm37rIImSo_2dTGcALCYsRRvr1cZw3pElJqeuEH575yt9hAth9orNktzYR_BBMH26N87ZGCUw0_MFp7a9s-0TtZlcLrvMcbwZPgDeLWTHr9CG95N9WM6xsdMzhvYomyQ0UTPbrvwdvA3Ve8kY9wciW4T5bWT0I4at0Jjma-iHLcHwwYHjcgtPeia/s320/THE%20TURNING%20STONE%20CHRONICLES%20BY%20CD%20HERSH_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p>
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and book sales, and a lifetime of happily-ever-after endings on the page and in
real life. </span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><a href="https://twitter.com/AuthorCDHersh" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Twitter</span></a></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-18705764305026501152023-01-15T04:51:00.004-08:002023-01-15T04:51:55.491-08:00EVERY DOOR OUT IS A DOOR IN<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">The following
is my little make-believe story, which is a metaphor for the virtue of keeping
a clean house and mind and heart and soul:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">EVERY DOOR OUT IS A DOOR
IN<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZJrSf3J8uXNQHDlm1q9gJhjPn8G8YU4FxK7Tma9qmvTJojWexgqXWopPJe1dPxkZZ-NBHNztmaiewnFWwxBiNmIllfc3cDAil-jriwPVnT4I-WPMOMfZKFT0i231fXSUrQvR3HGev61P1Qy_Vgy-xYc3gdajS6zhIdOqEFsjeI2XTviTjALjjXhg/s3883/PEEK%20A%20BOO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3883" data-original-width="2900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZJrSf3J8uXNQHDlm1q9gJhjPn8G8YU4FxK7Tma9qmvTJojWexgqXWopPJe1dPxkZZ-NBHNztmaiewnFWwxBiNmIllfc3cDAil-jriwPVnT4I-WPMOMfZKFT0i231fXSUrQvR3HGev61P1Qy_Vgy-xYc3gdajS6zhIdOqEFsjeI2XTviTjALjjXhg/s320/PEEK%20A%20BOO.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Greta arrived
home one day to the awful discovery that her house had been vandalized. The
thieves, in fact, kicked the back door in—clear of its lock and hinges. They
stole some of Greta’s favorite things, and while she regretted the loss of her
possessions and her sense of personal safety, the most potent result was a
feeling of having been violated—an eerie feeling of someone having rifled through
her personal life and poked around in her soul without permission. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Friends,
relatives, celebrities, you name it, are cut down by the Grim Reaper at an
alarming rate, and each of them is nearly always of an age that Greta is
tiptoeing around so as not to excite the interest of that courier of death. Greta
figures one way to escape the Reaper’s notice, or at least the swing of his
lethal scythe, is to shrink down in size as much as possible. Nature is lending
a hand. Greta’s last checkup revealed that she is a full 2-1/2 inches shorter
in height than before. The culprit is diminishing discs of her spine. And while
she’s rapidly qualifying for a cameo on the little people’s show, her house is
still way too easy for the Reaper to pull up on his GPS. It’s time to downsize
and tidy-up, big time. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">While
Greta’s vertebral discs are doing their part in her vanishing act, her head is
another matter. It craves minimalism as well, and not just to trip-up death or make
way for a spiritual life, but as a defense against a different type of doomsday
scenario. The thought of people rummaging through the leftovers of her and her
life after she’s gone gives Greta the same kind of creeps she felt after her
house was burgled. “Who cares? You’ll be dead!” Greta hears voiced from the
peanut gallery. Dead or alive, no matter, Greta does care. She has done all her
end of life paperwork for the obvious reasons, and she also wants to protect
her image. She wants her digs and her record to be clear and clean<span style="color: red;">. </span>She wants to leave nothing incriminating behind. She
wants to take her dirt to the grave with her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Greta has had her heart broken while
undertaking the responsibility of sorting through the “stuff” left behind by departed
loved-ones. Among the “stuff” were papers and other articles that should never
have seen the light of day. Greta doesn’t want to put her kids through that if
she can avoid it. Maya Angelou said that we need much less than we think we
need. Holding on to needless “stuff” feels to Greta like she would be leaving grist
to grind in any busybody’s mill, and if that were to come about, there would be
nobody to blame but herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greta is fortunate in that her special people love and support her despite
her known mishaps and misdeeds. As for her secret transgressions—well, they are
nobody’s business but Greta’s and her forgiving God’s—and Greta’s God needs no
documentation of them whatsoever. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 3.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: wave windowtext 3.0pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: wave windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Time passed and the new and better back
door to the house installed, Greta invited people in to help her celebrate the
restoration of her feelings of security. Greta cooked up a big pot of soup for
the occasion. As she and her guests ate, Greta thought to herself, “Good soup!
Good friends! It’s almost heaven again.” But in the back of her mind is imbedded
the neon reality that every door out is a door in.© –Linda Lee Greene <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: wave windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">BEEFY CELERY, CARROT,
AND ONION SOUP<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkLpSvF8icqjq9LZuQrQgfebBZMCmY1yJq3z0arEZV9Lyc_2bHwYahHt7wUaAfsIWO_D4Wj8HYto2xENhJpaho5sq7E1LxlZ1PU99DhpUKQDU2_GJukC3wOrzyEc4SIYegAdswGT5l1HC7fg7OrcGaKHUwWLrrmFY0ue0rFJwzItLXabEBfSwIdnJ/s1681/BEEFY%20CELERY%20CARROT%20AND%20INION%20SOUP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="1681" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkLpSvF8icqjq9LZuQrQgfebBZMCmY1yJq3z0arEZV9Lyc_2bHwYahHt7wUaAfsIWO_D4Wj8HYto2xENhJpaho5sq7E1LxlZ1PU99DhpUKQDU2_GJukC3wOrzyEc4SIYegAdswGT5l1HC7fg7OrcGaKHUwWLrrmFY0ue0rFJwzItLXabEBfSwIdnJ/s320/BEEFY%20CELERY%20CARROT%20AND%20INION%20SOUP.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">1 lb lean
ground beef browned on stove top. When fully cooked, place in colander over a
disposable container and drain meat of the fat/grease<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">½ bunch celery,
washed thoroughly, trimmed of stringy tops with potato peeler, and then cut
into bite-size pieces<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">1-1/2 cups
shredded carrots or whole carrots cut into bite-sized pieces or whole baby
carrots<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">1 large onion
cut into bite-sized pieces<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">2 tbsp minced
garlic<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">1 envelope
dry onion soup/dip mix<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Several
generous shakes (to preferred taste) each of dried thyme, dried parsley flakes,
dried chopped chives, dried coriander, dried turmeric, or fresh of the
recommended herbs if on hand<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">4 generous
shakes Emeril Lagasse’s Original Essence<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">4 generous
shakes Calde de Tomate (tomato bouillon)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Add pink
Himalayan salt and black pepper to preferred taste<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif";">Place all
ingredients in Crock Pot or equivalent slow-cooker, add 32 oz low-sodium
vegetable broth or stock. Turn heat setting to high. Cook for at least 4 hours
or until vegetables are tender, and then scarf it down…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
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Lee Greene’s award-winning novel<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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in the security of her twenty-year marriage, archaeologist Lily Light bids
Jacob, her professional partner and husband, farewell as he quits their work
together and embarks on a long-term study of ancient cultures in the Southwest
United States. Over time, Lily grows alarmed by changes she sees in Jacob
during his weekend returns to their Ohio home. What is he hiding? Is there
someone else?<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
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woman’s search for the truth behind her husband’s infidelity unearths dark
secrets and monstrous circumstances, chilling exposures that in the end
illuminate her path to a new and better life<span style="color: #1d2129;">…told
from varying viewpoints in varying states of existence and so becomes quite
unique and utterly fascinating." </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Segoe UI Historic"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;">#MayaAngelou, #declutttering,
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Segoe UI Historic"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-25304936072189357292023-01-13T10:54:00.000-08:002023-01-13T10:54:14.787-08:00WINTER WARM UP<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-top: 15.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was born on a steamy and sticky Friday the 13<sup>th</sup> eons ago. I
cannot imagine hot soup perking away on the stove and English Muffins right out
of the oven were on the menu that day. But on this cold and damp Friday the 13<sup>th</sup>,
the combo is just right. My author friend, Helen Carpenter has whipped up
fabulous recipes for them, which I am happy to feature on my blog today. –Linda
Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-top: 15.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">WINTER
WARM UP<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-top: 15.0pt; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>by <b>Helen Carpenter</b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Some like it hot, some like it cold,
some like it in a pot nine days old. Remember the Mother Goose “pease porridge”
rhyme? While today we may think of porridge as cereal, in the sixteenth
century, “porridge” was a derivation of “pottage” or “potage” meaning cooking
pot. “Chowder” also comes from the word pot, via the French “cauldron.”<br />
<br />
However you like your soup—hot, cold, or nine days old—combining savory
ingredients in a pot and letting the flavors mingle is a time-tested menu
favorite.<br />
<br />
But what if you want your soup NOW? Well, you’re our kind of person, and we
have just the recipe for you. Using already cooked ingredients makes this soup
a quick lunch, ready in twenty minutes or less.</span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CuXLPdpB1nqbPLWsiVy5ZMXFJD6WXq9udZxRH3fjeG0Buv8tGH9IvfY5lz2HKhRv4hrgrnVQnQlAFPBfiFn_LNrP9DsCkwySowwx1iLwVcDyQuH5TE0fAGqalL4UK6LMaMfcaayDYLEi6CrMouVWxi_9PG7anvuKJ57BrQeGzFsF4OMNs5r_qlDU/s267/CORNY%20CLAM%20CHOWDER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="267" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CuXLPdpB1nqbPLWsiVy5ZMXFJD6WXq9udZxRH3fjeG0Buv8tGH9IvfY5lz2HKhRv4hrgrnVQnQlAFPBfiFn_LNrP9DsCkwySowwx1iLwVcDyQuH5TE0fAGqalL4UK6LMaMfcaayDYLEi6CrMouVWxi_9PG7anvuKJ57BrQeGzFsF4OMNs5r_qlDU/s1600/CORNY%20CLAM%20CHOWDER.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 15.3333px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">
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</span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Corny Ham Chowder</span></b><span style="font-family: "Open Sans","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Open Sans","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 cup milk<br />
1 can cream style sweet corn<br />
1½ cups cooked ham, cut into chunks<br />
1½ cups cooked potatoes, drained and cut into chunks (canned works too)<br />
1 tsp. onion powder<br />
1 cup (4 oz) sharp cheddar cheese, shredded<br />
Green onion or scallion slivers (optional)<br />
Salt or chicken bouillon to taste<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mix milk, corn, ham, and potatoes in
medium pot. Cook, be sure to stir occasionally until heated through.<br />
<br />
Add cheese. Cover pot and let cheese melt completely.<br />
<br />
Serve with a chunk of hearty bread.</span><span style="font-family: "Open Sans","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<br />
</span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bonus Goodness:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Open Sans","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Crave added richness? Substitute ½
cup of cream for ½ of the milk.<br />
<br />
Are you a vegetable fan? Toss in the veggie of your choice, either frozen or
fresh. We like frozen carrots for the added color—and the nutrition too of
course.<br />
<br />
No ham? Smoked sausage is a nice substitute.<br />
<br />
Bland potatoes? Mix in sweet pickle juice. A teaspoon gives the soup zing.<br />
<br />
Need more soup? Add more stuff. The converse works too.<br />
<br />
Fighting off vampires? Switch out the regular salt for a teaspoon of garlic
salt. If you have a bad infestation, add ½ teaspoon crushed garlic to the soup
and serve with a wood spoon.</span><span style="font-family: "Open Sans","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Open Sans","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><a name="comments"></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Helen Carpenter</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">
shares six and a half tips in a recipe for making<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Perfect English Muffins<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLL2VSi8xHrqjoTCnkq7c7fCrdUu_WLCdKCkz3AaMsNUZlpNCzyGSHhA_4vhY_nFkAmVI0B-iVMxTvlSXTs8BOCLJU4CJGlVTDURGY2L2xTgM2So9ItYz7uCE9DUCOhObWBkKq96ADlOVN0JMK3ZGbNgsiWvgy7e-9fvm5_OhQZBWrb-AW-y_RDDF/s280/ENGLISH%20MUFFINS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="280" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLL2VSi8xHrqjoTCnkq7c7fCrdUu_WLCdKCkz3AaMsNUZlpNCzyGSHhA_4vhY_nFkAmVI0B-iVMxTvlSXTs8BOCLJU4CJGlVTDURGY2L2xTgM2So9ItYz7uCE9DUCOhObWBkKq96ADlOVN0JMK3ZGbNgsiWvgy7e-9fvm5_OhQZBWrb-AW-y_RDDF/s1600/ENGLISH%20MUFFINS.jpg" width="280" /></a></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; text-align: left;">You don’t have to be British to enjoy hand-made English
muffins. This recipe is an easy menu addition for Sunday morning brunch or a
special breakfast. English muffins are a snap to prepare, require only an hour
to rise, cook quickly on a griddle or frying pan (no heating the oven!) and
taste great, either plain or with butter, jam, or your favorite topping. An
added bonus is the delicious, yeasty scent of fresh bread that fills the
kitchen.</span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here are tips to help you make perfect muffins:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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1. While the yeast is dissolving, fill a 13” x 9” pan with hot water and place
it in your unheated oven. Muffins rise best in a warm, humid environment.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2. If your recipe calls for honey, spritz your measuring
spoon with cooking spray. The honey will slide right off the spoon.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3. Instead of using a rolling pin and cookie cutter to form
your muffins, divide the dough into even parts. Then press out the dough pieces
in your hamburger patty mold. You’ll get just-the-right-size, perfectly round
muffins.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4. Once your muffins have risen, hand-transfer them to the
heated griddle. They’ll keep their shape better than if you try to slip a
spatula beneath them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(Bonus tip: Prefer using a spatula? Dip the edge in cornmeal
so it slides easily under the muffins.)</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">5. To test for doneness, lightly tap the top of the muffins
with your fingertip. A hollow sound means your muffins are cooked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">6. When you’re ready to toast, split the muffins with a fork
instead of a knife. Your toppings will fill the resulting nooks and crannies.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And here’s the perfect recipe for Perfect English muffins.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What you’ll need:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
2-3 quart bowl<br />
Standard-size cookie sheet<br />
Griddle or frying pan<br />
1 package yeast<br />
1 cup warm water<br />
3 cups flour (all-purpose or whole wheat)<br />
3/4 cup shortening<br />
2 tablespoons honey<br />
1 teaspoon salt<br />
Cornmeal<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dissolve yeast in bowl in warm water for five minutes. While
yeast is dissolving, sprinkle cookie sheet with a light coating of cornmeal.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Add flour, shortening, honey and salt to
yeast-and-water-mixture to form dough.<br />
Coat dough with flour; knead until elastic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Divide dough into 12 equal balls. Use a hamburger patty mold
or the flat end of a glass dipped in flour or sprayed with cooking spray to
flatten each ball into a 3-inch circle. Put the muffins on the cookie sheet as
you form them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cover the cookie sheet and let the muffins rise for an hour.<br />
Heat the griddle or frying pan to 375 degrees (no oil necessary).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cook the muffins, turning once, until golden brown on both
sides.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Split with a fork, toast, and enjoy with your favorite
topping.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 8.4pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.4pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Once
upon a time there was a mother/daughter author duo named Helen and Lorri, who
wrote as <b>HL Carpenter</b>. The Carpenters worked from their studios in
Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, was unreal but not
untrue. Then one day Lorri left her studio to explore the land of What-if, and
like others who have lost a loved one the magical place lost much of its magic.
But thanks to family, plus an amazing group of wordsmiths named Authors Moving
Forward (AMF), the magic is slowly returning.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClIzaR0d0d5yduJIBiA_r1tqE-rIxFR6PIR98okKk7g9P44Y3bCRCj1Qqo1GdvbBoK7aJbPJwewmZ37dpvXcDGTijX34kgnjRr-yErlogLFcxa-dmvhqy0JJp258CGUyMUsn6IYTdHwcrDg8CVR5S-bB57keeoiT3h8GpygUap4rscPfn3cTqF3xv/s522/HL%20(HELEN)%20CARPENTER.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClIzaR0d0d5yduJIBiA_r1tqE-rIxFR6PIR98okKk7g9P44Y3bCRCj1Qqo1GdvbBoK7aJbPJwewmZ37dpvXcDGTijX34kgnjRr-yErlogLFcxa-dmvhqy0JJp258CGUyMUsn6IYTdHwcrDg8CVR5S-bB57keeoiT3h8GpygUap4rscPfn3cTqF3xv/s320/HL%20(HELEN)%20CARPENTER.png" width="174" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Helen Carpenter</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> loves
liking and sharing blog posts from other authors. She lives in Florida with her
husband of many years and appreciates every day, especially those without
hurricanes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Labels: clam </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><a href="https://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/search/label/chowder"><span style="color: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">chowder</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><a href="https://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/search/label/corn"><span style="color: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">corn</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><a href="https://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/search/label/ham"><span style="color: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">ham</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, soup,
English Muffins, Helen Carpenter, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><a href="https://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/search/label/What%27s%20Cooking%20Wednesday"><span style="color: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">What's Cooking Wednesday</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419968291633346111.post-40886110283564045392023-01-08T09:47:00.000-08:002023-01-08T09:47:28.044-08:00TWO APPLES A DAY KEEP THE DOCTOR AWAY<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 1.0pt 0in 0in 0in; padding: 0in;"><span style="display: none; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hide: all;">Bottom of Form<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #202124; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Raw, stewed or sauced apples are rich in soluble
fiber and act as a prebiotic, which feeds and multiplies the beneficial
bacteria in the gut, thereby reducing inflammation</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #202124; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. </span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I<span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">nflammation</span> is the main
culprit in <span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">gut ailments</span> such as </span><a href="https://fairfieldnutrition.com.au/2021/02/13/how-to-heal-your-gut/"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: windowtext; font-family: Constantia, "serif"; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in; text-decoration-line: none;">IBS, IBD, bloating, pain and constipation</span></a><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.
Apple consumption also increases the absorption of minerals like calcium, increases
immune system tolerance, helps control appetite and balances blood sugar and
cholesterol.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; vertical-align: baseline;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #202124; font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Apples contain polyphenols (micronutrients) found in
plants, fruit, vegetables, tea, coffee and wine. </span><span style="font-family: Constantia, "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s a good idea to eat the skins
and core (remove seeds and their hard casings) of raw and cooked apples,
because the skins and core contain more polyphenols, dietary fiber and </span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">minerals than the fleshy part
of the fruit. </span><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One
apple typically has about 100 million bacteria cells, and if you don't eat the
core, you only get about 10 million bacteria cells. One study showed that
organic apples had better bacteria than conventional apples, and eating two
apples a day instead of only one is better at keeping the doctor away.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Anyone
educated about the harm that man-refined sugar reaps on the human body
recognizes the truth behind William Dufty’s assertion that it is a “‘human
pesticide,’ ‘white poison,’…and is more lethal than opium and more dangerous
than atomic fallout.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/Linda/Documents/Lindas%20Documents/Homemade%20Applesauce.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> My applesauce recipe contains no sugar or
sweetener of any kind, and the finished product is delightfully sweet all on
its own. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">HOMEMADE SUGAR-FREE APPLESAUCE<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94xZZc63_gM1-_IfktnRGKQGuZPtuVLb8LHL6x3MjQoSe8XOsz_u8dOSaMh4Jojrg6_8oHOdE47JRRllv2-rdX_hMlEasffq-RsRqLyplolf8m2elApaOyXYNyiUB8m4LTyuWDSHPCLX81oqAswD0htmFJxu4XNnSy3v5aEi6zDbjKKbapij-lz7y/s3264/APPLES%20IN%20CROCK%20POT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94xZZc63_gM1-_IfktnRGKQGuZPtuVLb8LHL6x3MjQoSe8XOsz_u8dOSaMh4Jojrg6_8oHOdE47JRRllv2-rdX_hMlEasffq-RsRqLyplolf8m2elApaOyXYNyiUB8m4LTyuWDSHPCLX81oqAswD0htmFJxu4XNnSy3v5aEi6zDbjKKbapij-lz7y/s320/APPLES%20IN%20CROCK%20POT.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">APPLES IN CROCK POT</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Constantia, "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Ingredients</span></div><p></p>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">16 unpeeled, whole
and baked apples (preferably organic), chilled in fridge or thawed from
freezer <o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1-1/2 tablespoons lemon
juice or apple cider vinegar (more or less to taste); and 3 drops of
a lemon essential oil <o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2 tablespoons vanilla
extract<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A few dashes each of ground
cinnamon and ginger<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3/4 cup water
(preferably filtered)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1/4 teaspoon salt<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4 tablespoons salted
butter (it gives a yummy, creamy consistency to the applesauce)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4 ounces natural
cranberry juice</span></li>
</ul>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cut
whole unpeeled baked apples with cores intact into quarters. Remove the
seeds and seed casings. Place in Crock Pot or equivalent appliance with
water, lemon juice or vinegar and lemon essential oil, vanilla extract, cinnamon,
ginger, butter, cranberry juice and salt. The acid in the lemon juice or
vinegar and lemon essential oil brightens the flavor and balances the natural
sweetness of the apples.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cook
on high until mixture is mushy (about an hour).<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Puree
the cooked apples with a potato masher or hand mixer or standing blender. (If
using a standing blender, do only half the batch at a time, and do not
fill the blender bowl more than halfway).<o:p></o:p></span></li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-left: .5in; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If the finished applesauce is not sweet enough,
add stevia sugar substitute to taste. If too sweet, add more lemon juice or
vinegar or lemon essential oil. However, if this recipe is followed faithfully,
the level of sweetness should be just right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This
applesauce is delicious either warm or chilled. It pairs well with pork or
other savory dishes. It’s wonderful with cottage cheese, vanilla ice cream
or yogurt, and scrambled eggs or omelets.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-left: .5in; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: .15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This is a good recipe for canning. It freezes
well and will last at least a year in a freezer. If freezing, make sure to
allow enough headroom (at least an inch) in the container for expansion. It
will keep well in the fridge for one to two weeks. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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which a mysterious encounter with an eccentric Aboriginal potter and a kangaroo
in Australia’s outback sets the stage for ex-pat American Nicholas Plato’s
journey into parts unknown both within himself and his adopted home. </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/</span></a><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="font-family: "Constantia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
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22 & 25</span> </p>Linda Lee Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385637401977170236noreply@blogger.com2