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April Newsletter Prep

My apologies for missing a recent blog post. I usually mention it beforehand if I find it necessary to step away, but sometimes unscheduled breaks happen. Thanks so much for your patience. This month has been particularly busy as I complete a few projects before deadline. I'm also working on another story, as well as finishing my April newsletter. As you know, my newsletters are labors of love. Because I include a great deal of content, there's a lot of time and attention to detail involved. In other words, I strive to bring you my best. Now, just a reminder--- If you've had issues signing up for my monthly e-newsletter via my FB page or website, please be sure and confirm your subscription by clicking on the coordinating link in the e-mail that will arrive in your inbox. This two-step opt-in completes the sign-up process and also complies with CAN SPAM laws. Once you've confirmed your subscription by way of a simple
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April Newsletter Prep

When Spring Came With Growing Pains (Part Four – Final Installment)

I have to be honest. Actually, fall is my favorite season. When these old hills and hollows are awash with saffron, red, and orange, there's nothing more beautiful...except maybe the month of spring. I can think of only one time I wished fall would hurry and pass---when color gave way to dormant browns and grays and stayed that way, at least in my world, for almost a year. It was the fall I turned twelve. That fall my family moved to the northern part of the state, far away from our Mayberry-like community where everybody knew everybody and a kind word and a nod were the order of the day. This new town---the place our family now called home in light of my father's recent job transfer---was a fry cry from our beloved Mayberry. If you've missed my previous posts, you'll want to catch up before continuing with this last installment of my spring series. You can start here: Exhausted? Buckle Up,
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When Spring Came With Growing Pains (Part Four – Final Installment)

When Spring Came With Growing Pains (Part Three)

Ahh. Spring. I sense it. Can all but touch it. Last week we hit the upper seventies in my little corner of the Ozarks. Yesterday? We struggled to make it past the freezing mark. Last night? A hard freeze. My poor crabapple trees, laden with fresh, new buds and ready to bloom, may not---at least, this spring. Alas. There's a life analogy in that, of course. Sometimes, spring isn't what we thought. It doesn't come as soon as we expect, or perhaps, it comes too soon and temperatures plummet again. New growth and vibrant blossoms are temporarily stunned---dazed by nature's cold fist and the parting season's last hurrah. When I was twelve-years-old, I experienced a season like that. (For more about that time, you'll want to check out my previous posts here and here.) It was a hard time. A time of loss and mourning. Why did Daddy have to accept the job promotion in the northern part of the state? Why couldn't we just stay
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When Spring Came With Growing Pains (Part Three)

Spring is Coming (Part Two)

Spring is a marvelous season ripe with promise and new opportunities. After long, cold months of sun-starved days and muted browns and grays, we're more than ready to discard Old Man Winter and move on. We're excited about what's up ahead. The past is behind us and the world is our oyster. And yet---sometimes, new seasons don't come without growing pains. Growth can be subtle and slightly uncomfortable or it can be drastic and upend us. The fall I turned twelve, my world leaned more toward the drastic. (If you missed my previous post, you'll want to start there.) You may remember my father's promotion and job transfer ushered in a world of change. Instead of being excited, I had this deep sense of foreboding. I wanted to be happy---really, I did, but as a pre-teen kid, loss overwhelmed me. That and something else I couldn't quite name. I didn't want to. Suffice it to say, at the beginning of my sixth grade
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Spring is Coming (Part Two)

Exhausted? Buckle Up. Spring is Coming.

By the time March arrives, I'm a little battle-worn. I'm tired of cold, dreary days, limited sunshine, and colorless landscapes.  I'm ready for that glorious new season brimming with beauty and blossoms---spring. A friend voiced the same sentiment. "You know, I'm exhausted. I think the winter must be a writer's bane. We hibernate in our caves so much that we sometimes forget there's a world beyond our own four walls---until, that is, we glance outside and realize we almost missed the miracle." Rebirth. God's natural order of things, but indeed, miraculous. In my recent newsletter, I talked about the Ozarks and how these old hills and hollows suddenly shift from sleepy shades of winter to magnificent hues of spring. Dormant bulbs burst with color as dry, brown earth yields to green. Death takes a hike as new life arrives. Fitting. I'm awed by the process, really. Who would think anything beautiful could be resurrected from dead underbrush and barren tree limbs? Certainly, not me. I remember one
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Exhausted? Buckle Up. Spring is Coming.

Meet Cindy

A hopeless romantic, wife, mother, lover of the Ozarks, and passionate follower of Jesus. And that’s just for starters…
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