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Ever hanker for something different? Well, Billy Gail’s Cafe near Branson, Missouri is sure to fit that bill. Last weekend, we kick-started spring break by meandering down south a ways to this delightfully deelish cafe, owned by the lovely Gail Blong—widow to Billy who passed away in 2012. I came across this profile of the place in our wonderful Rural …
As a little girl, nothing excited me more than Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. Without a doubt, those were the three biggest holidays our family celebrated and occasions I remember the most. Each holiday was marked with reverence and given it’s due. There was never a question where our family would celebrate. It was better than any mall, shopping center, or …
As we approach the holiday season, I often wax nostalgic. Maybe you noticed this in Monday’s post. I suppose it’s because my childhood and where I grew up are the inspiration for my stories. I’m drawn to those comfy places and I long to recreate them. When we’re children, I don’t know that we can fully appreciate our roots. In …
When I was a little girl growing up in the foothills of the Missouri Ozarks, I thought I was the richest kid on earth. In that day the gulf between class distinctions didn’t span as far and wide as it does now. It was a gentler time—a sweet, brief season of decorum and sensitivity mingled with understated regard for those …
I recently connected with a dear friend from high school. (If you missed that post, you can read about it here.) It’s been a joyful time. We’ve texted and played phone tag. We’ve reminisced and walked down Memory Lane, and we’ve made plans to spend time together toward the end of the month. I can’t wait! I’ve not seen *Beth …
Hello Cindy… The e-mail came by way of my website. …I’m a librarian at XYZ school and I would like to put your books in my library. I remember you telling me that you wanted to be a writer many years ago in high school… Congratulations! I’m proud of you. My breath caught. The sender’s name was oh so familiar. …
*Due to some personal deadlines, this is a re-post from a few years ago, but one I think you’ll enjoy. I grew up writing letters. The old-fashioned way. Sometimes, I’d pen long, drawn out missives on pretty stationery, and when that ran out, I’d use notebook paper decorated with magic markers, pencils, or crayons. Personal computers were unheard of, and of …
As a small child, I loved combing the hills and hollows of the Ozarks. It seemed like everywhere I turned there was a grand adventure waiting to happen. Often, we’d pile in the family car and strike out on the endless drive to nowhere. “Sunday drives” are less common now, but when I was a little girl, they were the order …
I grew up watching The Waltons and Andy Griffith re-runs. Life on Waltons Mountain and on the quiet streets of Mayberry seemed ideal. The folks there were friendly, faith-filled, and neighbor-oriented. As far back as I can recall, I knew those were towns I wanted to base my fictional series on. I wanted folks (readers) to be able to sit back, kick …
When selecting a book to read or buy, like most folks, my eyes automatically scan the cover for telltale clues as to what the book’s about. Many times, if the cover art is intriguing, it’ll cause me to give the book a second glance and I’ll at least peruse the book a little longer. I’ll probably read the back cover …
