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Coffee and Catch-Up… Let’s Chat!

Hi friend ~ It's great to be with you today! I've missed you. Pull up a chair as we catch up over coffee and treats. No calories. No worries. And no bad stuff---because that's what the news is for, right? Now, for those who've asked---yes, I'm still here. Yes, I'm still blogging (though, as I mentioned a few months ago, my priority just now is writing---as in completing another manuscript). Currently, I'm immersed in a novel that's near and dear to my heart. It's a contemporary inspirational romance set within the Ozark foothills, and it's a story that I love, love, love. I'm on a self-imposed deadline, so while I'm still active on social media, I'm not as active. I do hang out on Facebook and Twitter and I'd love to connect with you there. In recent months, I've also added some fun, new Pinterest boards. In addition to those boards and pins that reflect the "feel" of my stories,
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Coffee and Catch-Up… Let’s Chat!

A Dose of Truth for the Weary Writer

I know. But don’t let the blog title fool you. It's good truth. I promise! Today’s thoughts are all about the love. And who can’t use more of that? Great! Let’s go! {{{HUG}}} As a little girl, I created masterpieces. I rocked my world with art and zany inventions. I made stuff from unusual materials. Egg cartons, fabric swatches, wallpaper samples---you name it. I used all of it. I adored anything I could put my creative stamp on and call my own. I liked to color, paint, and make things with my hands as kids so often do except I was the one who used glitter instead of plain, old crayons. I chose the neon palette over the run-of-the-mill “normals.” I shunned same in favor of bling. In Vacation Bible School, my macaroni necklaces rivaled Sally Show-Off's because I used gold spray paint and not the standard watercolors---watercolors being the safer choice that washed easily from little hands and clothing. I wasn’t a rule breaker, and yet,
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A Dose of Truth for the Weary Writer

10 Ways to Love Those Who Are Different

As a child, I didn't understand the complexities surrounding those who society deemed as "different." I didn't grasp the nuances and innuendo until I was much older. Though things didn't always work as my five-year-old rationale naturally thought they should, being different seemed somewhere on the fringe. It didn't affect me like it did others. Now, don't misunderstand. I wasn't privileged or born into money. In fact, one year I wore the same gold leotards I had the previous season because we were too poor to afford new ones that winter. Mama restitched them in several places to accommodate my growing legs and I alternated between those and another pair all winter long. In that era, though, most folks in our sleepy little town were all in the same boat. There wasn't as much distinction between classes then, nor did people have black and white television sets in every room of the house. Some families didn't have a TV,
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10 Ways to Love Those Who Are Different

Peace Despite Chaos

Ahh, my friend. Another difficult blog post to write. I debated. I really did. I've always said my little niche here is your safe place. Peaceful. Hopeful. Loving. The place where we can chat, share a smile, and part happy as we go on about our day. I still stand by that. The thing is, though, when tragedies like the one in Las Vegas rock our world, I believe it's best to address the elephant in the room and not tiptoe around it. If you received my recent newsletter, you know I touched on this, as well. Wow. This is tough, but let's jump in. Here. We'll hold hands. For just a few moments we'll tread water together. I've got you! Okay. I'll be brief. Chaos isn't comfortable. It's surreal and unyielding. It wields fear and doubt. It shoves us from our comfort zones and makes us question our sanity. Like many, I heard the news as I awoke Monday morning. Another mass shooting. Another one. I turned up the volume on the television. Did
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Peace Despite Chaos

September Update from My Niche in the Ozarks

As September draws to a close, there’s a hint of fall in the Ozarks. Though the metamorphosis is subtle, change is on the horizon as leaves grow restless and weary with the shifting season. It’s the time of year when earth yawns and new colors emerge replacing summer greens and once-vibrant blossoms. Usually, there’s a nip to the air by now, though, in my little niche we’ve hit a brief heat wave and we’re into the nineties again. Go figure. Though I’m unable to attend the 2017 ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers) conference this week in the great state of Texas, my thoughts and prayers go out to all conferees. May you meet with fabulous connections and divine appointments! For those not attending the conference, be sure and follow along at the ACFW website where updates and links will be posted. If you’d like to catch the awards ceremony on Saturday, September 23rd, check here for more info. (Watch for
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September Update from My Niche in the Ozarks

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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