Blog Tour: Ghosts & Miracles Past: A Christmas Collection Two by D.L. Finn

I’m thrilled to share about Denises’s new Christmas short story collection! I read the first and loved it! So, I turn the floor over to you, Denise!

Thank you for having me on your incredible blog today, Lauren, to share the release of Ghosts & Miracles Past: A Christmas Collection Two. Iโ€™m extremely grateful for your support!

In โ€œChristmas After Loss,โ€ Shelia is a widow in her early thirties. It has been a year since Randy tragically died. He had a bad heart, the doctor told her, and at the time she didnโ€™t question it. Later, though, in the quiet hours of the night, doubts surfaced. Still, Shelia did the best of running their diner and hoping to build their dream house. Christmas was two days away, and she just wanted to get through it, but her car wouldnโ€™t start. She called the only person she could think of, her husbandโ€™s friend, Sam. Rescued, she trudged through her day. Alone in the diner between the lunch and dinner crowd, she gets a customer. What he tells her is alarming. This is when she finds out who she can trust.

Miracles saturate the sweet-scented Christmas seasonโ€”a reminder we arenโ€™t alone.

Miracles & Ghosts Past: A Christmas Collection brings eight stories from past holidays. Rita buys train tickets for her and Morrisโ€™s 30th anniversary in the novelette, โ€œThe Christmas Train Mystery.โ€Sheโ€™s convinced this trip will bring her and Morris closerโ€”if he can find the time. A murder mystery excursion will change Ritaโ€™s life in more ways than one, but will she go with her workaholic husband or by herself? In the first short story, โ€œChristmas Rescue,โ€ Opal trusts the wrong man and loses her mother in the same year, leaving her feeling lost. On a mission to get candles for the dinner table, she makes an unexpected find. โ€œIs There a Santa?โ€ goes back to the 1920s, where a widower is desperate to hold on to his farm and children. He doesnโ€™t want charity, just a bit of luck or a miracle. In the final stories, youโ€™ll meet an eleven-year-old whoโ€™s home alone, a family living in the aftermath of war, a girl who gets some shocking news, a widow with a warning from beyond, and a woman trapped on an elevator with Santa. Hope underlies these stories; it endures even in the direst of circumstances. Whether help comes from a ghost, Santa, or an angel, miracles are just within reach.

When Sheila was young, she believed in miracles. Life stripped away that youthful fancy the moment her thirty-two-year-old husband died unexpectedly on Christmas Eve. She barely recognized the person sheโ€™d become. The glass had always been half full for her, and Sheila had been the optimist among her friends. It was what Randy loved best about her, and now, along with him, that optimism was gone.

Still, she managed to push the darkness back enough to get up every morning and face each day. Sheila had a business to run that allowed her to just cover the bills and hold onto the property and the trailer she and Randy had purchased, intending to build a house later. That and many other dreams were gone, but at least she still had Cuddles by her side.

โ€œI know, I know. Youโ€™re hungry,โ€ she said to the petite gray cat.

Cuddles looked at her empty bowl, and then those mesmerizing gray eyes took in Sheila.

โ€œDaddy sure spoiled you,โ€ Sheila said.

A grin almost crossed her face before the pain of the loss seeped back in and weighed down her expression.

โ€œItโ€™s gotta stop hurting so much, Cuddles . . . someday.โ€

The cat wound around her legs as if to agree as her bowl was filled.

Cuddles had won her husbandโ€™s heart when he found her on the side of a road as a kitten three years ago, and taking care of her brought Sheila some peace. She was still relatively new to the town, so there wasnโ€™t anyone to lean on other than the helpful Sam, whoโ€™d bonded with Randy the first time they met. Although at times it seemed like Sam was a little too bonded, and sheโ€™d pointed that out to Randy.

Randy had grinned. โ€œI knew guys like him in high school. Just a bit on the needy side is all. I know how to handle that, donโ€™t worry.โ€

Still, Sam remained in the pest category until Randyโ€™s passing. After losing her husband, she appreciated Samโ€™s support. As a thirty-two-year-old widow who owned and ran a cafรฉ, she didnโ€™t have much in common with the local women her age. Having Randy had always been enough, along with their dream property that included a well, pond, electrical hookup, septic, and a little stream surrounded by pines. The previous owner had planned to build before his health deteriorated.

โ€œSometimes I think this place is cursed, Cuddles. Maybe we should go back home, like my sister keeps saying. Be near friends and family. Theyโ€™d spoil you too.โ€ Sheila petted the purring cat, who was now gobbling the wet food.

The hair rose on her arms as she sensed she was being watched. Was Randy there with her? It wasnโ€™t like sheโ€™d have to worry about a Peeping Tom in the country, right?

The phone, which Randy had finished installing right before she lost him, rang. Cuddlesโ€™s usual reaction was to puff up her fur and growl, and she did exactly that and stopped eating until Sheila answered it. She tried to keep her voice cheerful, but she knew what a call before the sun had risen meant.

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D. L. Finn is an independent California local who encourages everyone to embrace their inner child. She was born and raised in the foggy Bay Area, but in 1990 she relocated with her husband, kids, dogs, and cats to Nevada City, in the Sierra foothills. She immersed herself in reading all types of books but especially loved romance, horror, and fantasy. She always treasured creating her own reality on paper. Finally, surrounded by towering pines, oaks, and cedars, her creativity was nurtured until it bloomed. Her creations include childrenโ€™s books, adult fiction, and poetry. She continues on her adventure with an open invitation to all readers to join her.

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To celebrate the release, I will be giving away three Amazon Gift Cards: $5, $10, and $15. At the end of the tour, I will randomly pick the three winners from those who leave comments during the blog tour. Good Luck!

D.L. Finnโ€™s wonderful storytelling isnโ€™t new to me. Miracles & Ghosts Past is the second collection of Christmas stories with an ethereal flair. Eight stories of real-life dire circumstances grabbed my attention, and I had hoped for eight happy endings. Speaking of hope, this desire for a positive outcome, coupled with a strong belief in miracles is beautifully woven through each tale. But I also wondered if help would arrive. And in what form? After all, weโ€™ve heard of angels, and the jolly old man with a white beard wearing a red suit, not to mention, friendly ghosts. By gifting us with this beautiful collection, D.L. Finn invites the reader โ€œ…to find your miracle not only during the holiday season but year-round.โ€

I immediately became immersed in each story – the characters, their perseverance, and the authentic settings. My heart ached through the challenging times and beat faster through the trepidation of not knowing what I would read at the end. Each story stirred emotions, but two favorites were โ€œThe Christmas Train Mysteryโ€ and โ€œSheโ€™s Home Alone.โ€

Finn inserted the perfect quantity of suspense to keep me on the edge of my seat. In the first story about the Christmas train, Rita buys train tickets to surprise her husband for their 30th wedding anniversary. Only she is the one who will be surprised by the events to come. โ€œSheโ€™s Home Aloneโ€ evoked memories of a movie I saw years ago, so the storyโ€™s suspense affected me in the same way. Brilliant writing! An eleven-year-old girl is home alone with her imagination that goes wild. Her fright will reach the hearts of all parents.

Do you acknowledge the presence of ghosts, angels, and Santa? If your answer is โ€˜noโ€™ then you will discover newfound beliefs after turning the last page. Highly recommended for you who would welcome a little Christmas magic! ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŽ„

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to your home library!
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ยฉ Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com

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An older photo of Copper enjoying the warmth.

A Christmas Soliloquy

The noble fir smells heavenly
Pervading throughout the room
Lights twinkle in red and green
Adding to its festive costume.

Stockings embellish the mantel
Eager to be filled with treats
Garland graces letters in gold
Spelling out P.E.A.C.E.

Dangling to model icicles,
White lights sparkle on eaves
Ornaments shimmer on branches
All this, the stuff of dreams.

But can dreams still come true
When years become displeasing?
Amidst the tears and heartache,
Is there room for believing?

I have faith that joy weaves
Its way through the pain
Angels keep watch while Love
Is the magic that remains.

I donโ€™t know your story
The details are yours alone
But I do wish you Happiness
That you may seize and truly ownโ€ฆ

As we listen to the marching rhythm
Of the exultant Christmas drum
For these holidays upon us
And for the New Year to come.


ยฉ Lauren Scott

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Book reviews: Poetry, Christmas Miracles, Fiction, & Adventure

I’m sharing more (way) overdue reviews, and a wonderful line-up of books on my bookcase are waiting to be read. So, more reviews will come in January. Here’s the line-up: Sesi Says Goodbye to Granny, They Call Me Mom, Too Much Fun to be Legal, Mennonite Daughter, Surviving Sue, The Garden of Love, Celebrating Poetry: A Companion Guide, and Tell Me a Story in 99 words. So you can see, I have an abundance of great reading ahead of me. I apologize for not reading more this year, but life just got in the way.

Back to the reviews! I should write reviews soon after reading the last page. Sigh. Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda! Anyway, I loved all of these. They each offer something different to the reader in prose, poetry, emotions, and adventure.
You can click on each image to purchase a copy, and I hope you leave with some good reading for the holidays or last-minute gifts! ๐Ÿฅฐ

If you need a little nudge allowing the Christmas spirit into your heart, Miracles and Ghosts by D. L. Finn is the perfect option. This collection consists of seven short stories and one novella that will break your heart and make you feel delight at the same time. I was easily drawn into the settings with Finnโ€™s excellent and vivid storytelling, and the characters who seemed authentic. The tales remind us that when bad events occur, good can always be elicited from them. I read about loneliness, tragedy, kindness, and miracles. And who doesnโ€™t love a friendly ghost or two?

I enjoyed this entire collection, but a few stories that stood out were the novella, โ€œA Perfect Ghostly Christmas Novelette.โ€ From a childโ€™s worst nightmare to a mystery needing to be solved, to the support of family, ending with a new beginning, I felt heartbreak gradually grow to hope. โ€œWords Hurtโ€ underscored the realization that once words are spoken, they can never be taken back โ€“ an important reminder for all of us. Finn writes about a fractured relationship, death, forgiveness, and new beginnings. I empathized with Danielle in โ€œMiracle in the ERโ€ because she struggled to pay her bills while wanting to make Christmas the best for her two young girls. I felt this deeply having experienced something similar when my children were young. This is a story of miracles, more forgiveness, and the mending of a broken relationship. At the end, who wouldnโ€™t believe in Santa all over again?! Other favorites were โ€œAt the Mallโ€ and โ€œA Man and His Cat.โ€ A lovely collection of stories everyone should read during the holiday season, and if you donโ€™t believe in miracles, Finnโ€™s stories will surely make you a believer! Highly recommended!

Pieces of Me by Maggie Watson is a painful, yet beautiful account in poetic form telling of her experience living with domestic abuse. The abuse was not physical but mental with the label of gaslighting โ€“ a form that slowly and covertly chips away at self-worth. I know this author from her wonderful blog, Ephemeral Encounters, but I had no idea of her dealing with domestic abuse. There is no need to read between the lines, so to learn what she had endured really got my blood boiling. The preface alone was moving and inspirational:

From puberty to old age, a strong woman bleeds alone.
In the crimson waters of her menstruation, she bathes.
It prepares her for life with its cycles of pain.
From a young maiden to
becoming an old crone, the battles she will face.
A strong woman does so with grace.
Saltwater tears are the sustenance
on which she survives.

A strong woman is a goddess powerful enough
to hold her own without begging for the attention of

Any would-be king.
Her power lies not in weapons used to seduce.
She knows we all look the same when we die.
You can try to destroy her.
You will never win.
Like a phoenix, she always rises from the ashes to begin again.

In the prologue, Watson writes that poetry isnโ€™t always pretty. As a poet, writing is a destination for my emotions, whether they are joyful or sorrowful. For Watson, her emotions find themselves living among the lines in her verses, beginning with sorrow but ending in survival. There was a time when her voice was silent; she couldnโ€™t urge it to its deserved volume. In this compelling collection, her voice reaches its capacity, motivating others who are experiencing domestic abuse. She reiterates โ€œstrive to thrive, then plant new seeds and watch how they bloom.โ€

This entire collection touched me, gave me insight into Watsonโ€™s unfair toils with abuse, but a few that stood out were โ€œCut Me Openโ€ โ€œLionessโ€ and โ€œLetter to My Inner Child.โ€ I highly recommend this evocative poetry collection.

Darlene Foster has written another hit in her Amanda Travel series: Amanda in Scotland. I enjoy traveling wherever Amanda takes me. She is a 12-year-old full of adventure and curiosity, and I felt as though I was standing beside her, easily envisioning the scenery through Fosterโ€™s vivid descriptions. This time, Amanda and her friend, Leah, visit Amandaโ€™s Aunt Jenny on the magical Scottish Isle of Arran. What could go wrong on the picturesque island? Mystery and adventure have their ways of captivating Amanda, and sure enough, she finds herself in the middle of two mysteries while exploring the beautiful island. One involves the past and the other entangles Leahโ€™s father, which is more unsettling. Even though this book is written for middle-grade readers, adults will enjoy it as well. Foster sprinkles in history so subtly that it doesnโ€™t feel like a textbook read. Traveling with Amanda on her adventures is simply fun, and itโ€™s always fascinating to learn about other cultures. This book can be read alone, but I encourage readers to explore Fosterโ€™s prior Amanda Travel books. They are all entertaining. Highly recommended.

All the Words I Kept Inside by P. J. Gudka is the authorโ€™s debut book of poetry. In the beginning of this moving collection, I learn that she has poured her heart and soul into the poems over the past four years. Poetry can prompt an array of emotions, so her writing isnโ€™t uplifting, but it is authentic. The truth is simply the truth, and the sun doesnโ€™t always shine where truth is revealed. Gudkaโ€™s poems are beautifully written, but they pack heavy emotions deep in the core of their purpose. The title says it all. The authorโ€™s experiences and feelings that she has been afraid to publicize have finally reached the point of releasing the emotional burdens.

Even though the poems are personal, she urges us to dig deep inside to confront our darkest thoughts. The positive message is that we are not alone. What better method of healing exists than to provide freedom to plaguing thoughts by writing them down? Acknowledgement leads to recovery. Gudkaโ€™s poetry is honest and vulnerable, expressing unforgettable pain. Reading her words, absorbing their meaning, made my heart ache for her. However, I felt privileged to be given a glimpse into her life, heart, and mind. I couldnโ€™t choose one favorite, but a few that stood out were โ€œBoundariesโ€ โ€œBullets Donโ€™t Always Hit the Right Targetโ€ โ€œCagedโ€ โ€œAcceptanceโ€ and โ€œMy Uglyโ€ which Iโ€™m sharing, and I highly recommend this heartfelt and poignant collection.

I donโ€™t want you to love me for my beauty
I donโ€™t want you to love me for my charms
I want you to love for my ugly
I want you to love me for my darkness
Hold me when I can no longer stand
Hold me when I fall again and again

Sun Haiku by Dawn Pisturino is a clever collection in which each day of the year is given its own haiku โ€“ a concept that fascinated me. What touched me first before immersing myself in her poetry was reading the dedication to her brother, Mark, who passed away from melanoma. I was so saddened to read this, and the term melanoma hit home because my husband is a survivor of this most dangerous type of skin cancer.

Pisturino devotes her lovely collection to the sun, emphasizing its effects on people, the climate, and animals. We all know that sunlight is needed to sustain life, but it is also worshiped in many cultures. However, like anything in excess, the sun can cause negative ramifications such as drought and skin cancer as mentioned earlier. As I ventured into the beautiful and captivating poetry, I was in awe of Pisturinoโ€™s ability to create such vivid images by concisely weaving words together. I also enjoyed the Leap Year haiku at the end, along with the two powerful bonus short stories and poems, especially, โ€œFather Sun.โ€ I knew that choosing a favorite or two out of 365 haiku would be impossible, so Iโ€™m spotlighting a few and I highly recommend this amazing collection.

sunlight penetrates
the mountains with life-giving
force โ€“ peaks brush the sky

trees lift their branches
to the sun with holy praise
a forest temple

peach cobbler sunrise
whipped cream clouds over the bay
morning coffee brews

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Also, if you’re looking for a children’s book, Cora’s Quest would be a lovely addition beneath a Christmas tree. Unfortunately, the paperback is showing ‘temporarily out of stock’ on Amazon, which I don’t understand and I haven’t received any explanation. I’m frustrated, to say the least.
If you can share some insight, I’m listening. ๐Ÿ™‚
As an option though, the paperback is available through Abebooks, a subsidiary of Amazon, if you’re familiar with this company. The e-book is also available, but to me, the paperback would offer the full magical experience for tiny hands to hold.

I’m sharing new reviews of my book that filled my heart with gratitude, and thank you to all who have read Cora’s Quest and for the wonderful reviews!

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ยฉ Lauren Scott, BaydreamerWrites.com โ€“ All rights reserved.

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. Thank you!๐ŸŽ„โค๏ธ

A Tanka Christmas

Photo credit to my son.

1.

This jingle jolly
season delights young hearts as
they bake cookies for
the white-bearded man in red
joy through the eyes of children

2.

Christmas carols play
on the old record player
while snowflakes fall in
slow motion and candles sway
to the festive melodies

3.

Hustle and bustle
begins after Thanksgiving
for shopping galore
but commercialism slays
the magic, so stay focused

4.

I grew up learning
about a baby boy born
on this Christmas day
who would become a teacher
of unconditional love

5.

โ€˜Tis the season to
be with family and friends
bringing joy to hearts
for their company is the
best gift of all to receive

6.

Lights twinkle on homes
when evening accommodates
all aglow in their
shimmering reds, greens, and golds
uplifting somber spirits

7.

flour on faces
enjoyment in the blending
snowmen, bells, Christmas
trees frosted and sprinkled with
love sweetens gift of giving

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Do you have a favorite tanka? Do any resonate with you?

An older pic of me Christmas tree
shopping. ๐Ÿ™‚
Christmas baking sprinkled with love.

ยฉ Lauren Scott, BaydreamerWrites.com โ€“ All rights reserved.

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the Christmas tree.
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Celebrations, Chickens, Dream Catchers, and Christmas!

Gorgeous flowers sent by my colleagues.

Dear Friends,

This past Saturday was the Celebration of Life for my dear father-in-law. The sun shone boldly in the vast, blue sky and the air was cold in the mid 50s. Not weather for shorts or flip flops, but truly glorious for this special December event. It took a village to make the service what it should be, and the village was successful. The speakers (including me), the music, the memories, and the reception following with delicious food and conversation reflecting upon this ‘gentle’ man who lived a little more than a century all flowed seamlessly.

Verses from one of my poems were printed on the back of the bulletin:

A Life Well Lived

Tears may spill into our days,
but so do the memories
and celebrations
of a life well lived.


Our eyes are open to
the legacy he has left
and the yesterdays that
were shared with him


so, we will honor his wish…
we will smile for our tomorrows.

About 90 people attended, so you can imagine the many stories gently weaving around each one of us as we talked about our father, father-in-law, grandfather, and friend. It really was a perfect day and we knew Wil was present in spirit, smiling and laughing along with us. My husband’s second cousin flew in from Idaho, and she is one crafty woman! She reminds me of my mom and mother-in-law who could skillfully sew, knit, or crochet anything! It was great to see her, but it was also fun to catch up. She’s been working on a new project – crocheting items for Random Acts of Crochet Kindness USA. (Members in this groupย crochetย small, meaningful items that are placed in randomย locations in their communities for anyone to find. A thoughtful verse is included to brighten the finder’s.)

She brought some adorable and beautiful creations. Here are two that are reveling in the comfort and scent of our tree:

Traditionally dream catchers were made from a willow hoop or calabash covered with decorative fabric on one side and feathers on the other to be hung near a person’s bed. In this way, the dream catcher is said to protect people from bad things that happen in their sleep as well as bad omens during the day. (Googled)
Meet Lorelai!

Well, this post is coming to an end and will be my last post and day of blogging for 2023. I will visit as many blogs as possible today, but I apologize in advance for missing so many. Unfortunately, blogging has taken a back seat. Our son is home from his 7-month road trip, so we’re enjoying his wonderful presence, company, and humor, and even though Wil’s service is behind us, we’re in the middle of settling his estate and perusing his belongings where more treasures are surfacing. And we can’t wait to see our daughter and SIL for Christmas. I’m sure you can guess that I’ll leave you with a poem, one from 2020, but words that still seem fitting for today…

A Christmas Soliloquy

The noble fir smells heavenly
Pervading throughout the room
Lights twinkle in red and green
Adding to its festive costume
.

Stockings embellish the mantel
Eager to be filled with treats
Garland graces letters in gold
Spelling out P.E.A.C.E.

Dangling to model icicles,
White lights sparkle on eaves
Ornaments shimmer on branches
All this, the stuff of dreams
.

But can dreams still come true
After this year, so displeasing?
Amidst the tears and heartache,
Is there room for believing?

I have faith that joy weaves
Its way through the pain
Angels keep watch while Love
Is the magic that remains
.

I donโ€™t know your story
The details are yours alone
But I do wish you Happiness
That you may seize and truly ownโ€ฆ

As we listen to the marching rhythm
Of the exultant Christmas drum
For these holidays upon us
And for the New Year to come.

ยฉ Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com โ€“ All rights reserved.

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Thank you VERY much for stopping by, and I wish you a peaceful holiday season filled with lots of hugs, giggles, cookies, and carols. The gifts may be fun, but the people, the connections bring the most joy. Sending you all holiday hugs as I continue to keep those who are suffering in my heart.

I look forward to seeing you all in 2024!!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!! ๐ŸŽ„โ›„๏ธโ„๏ธ๐ŸŽ‰
~ Lauren 
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Merry Wishes with a Sprinkle of Sugar!

Christmas time is not only a season of Love, Giving, and Hope, it is a season of remembering…our minds return to the days when loved ones who have passed celebrated with us. And when I came across this old photo of our children from 1997, I couldn’t help the feeling of warm and fuzzy in my heart.

A season of noble fir fragrance, festive decorations that bring joy…

and cozy evenings with a flickering fire or dancing candlelight.

A season of traditional baking while adding a new sinfully, delicious recipe…

Toffee Bars:

1 c. salted butter, 1/2 c. sugar, 2 c. flour, 1/2 c. chopped pecans or walnuts (optional), 1/2 c. toffee chips

Directions: soften butter and mix with sugar and flour. Add toffee chips and nuts. Pat into a 9×13 ungreased pan. Be sure edges are straight. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. While hot, use a pastry brush to spread the glaze on: 1 c. powdered sugar, 3 T. milk, 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla

Let cool and cut into squares. Enjoy!

And the king of the house (Copper) will not be forgotten, sporting his new holiday hoodie to keep warm in his older years, while he wonders what Santa will bring him this year…

many merry shapes
frosted and sprinkled with love
from my heart to yours

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This is my last post for the year, and I’ll be on Christmas break
as of tomorrow. So I wish you all a holiday season
filled with lots of love and sweetness!
Thank you for your wonderful visits to read my thoughts in verse and prose.
See you in the New Year! ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ„

ยฉ Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Coffee in December…

Itโ€™s that time again when most of us wonder where the past year went and how fast it zipped by. In just a few weeks, weโ€™ll be drinking champagne and kissing at midnight, ringing in a new year, 2023. Decades ago, these numbers sounded straight out of The Jetsonโ€™s! But before the bubbly and the kiss comes Christmas, a Christian holiday for those of you who celebrate the birth of Jesus. But another jolly soul arrives, too, Santa, so you know what we need to doโ€ฆshop!!

And if youโ€™re looking for a gift, specifically, a lovely book that can be read in one sitting or savored by reading one poem or story at a time, look no further, my book, More than Coffee, may just be the perfect choice!

To give you a little peek inside the pages, here are some wonderful reviews:

By Sally Cronin Delightful collection of prose and poetry reflecting on a life

This is a delightful collection of prose and poetry reflecting on a life tinged with sadness but also a great deal of love and humour. The author celebrates moments from her early life and marriage of over thirty years with stories that will entertain and also bring the readerโ€™s own experiences to mind.

Sometimes it is the simplest things that evoke the warmest memories, such as a silver cutlery set, a toy frog called Sam, a yellowed kitchen chopper and the first time baking a traditional family birthday cake.

We are invited to concerts as a teenager overcomes self-doubt to solo in front of an audience of 2000 and fulfil a dream inspired by her idol Barbra Streisand. There are moments with spiders that might have you looking around your immediate surroundings, but you will also find yourself in some wonderful wilderness areas offering moments of reflection and a dip in a mountain pool.

Love is a central theme beginning with her mother and fatherโ€™s love story that endured for nearly 70 years having begun in WWII with all its uncertainty and lengthy periods apart, and the authorโ€™s own fateful meeting with her husband, involving a kitchen appliance!

The loss of parents, even after a long and wonderful life, leaves a hole in our hearts. Their stories and poetry dedicated to them in this collection are heart-warming and reinforce the extent of their loving influence on the generations that followed.

The final part of the collection reflects on the changes that come when children leave the nest, and whilst this is obviously a time of sadness, there is also pride and delight as new lives are forged with future adventures to look forward to.

I enjoyed all the stories and poems in the collection and I am hard pushed to pick just one favourite but this one touched my heart.

Simple Existence

I stare at this page, milk white as the
blanketed ground in winterโ€™s staging
where are the syllables?

I fear they have flown to faraway places,
across desert dunes and boundless oceans
and might not return so that I may tell him
(again) how irreplaceable he is.

Instead, Iโ€™ll touch his lips with mine
and steady myself in the arms of a man
who is satisfied with my simple existence.

I can highly recommend this collection to read in one sitting or to dip into when you are in need of gentle and uplifting moments.

By Jane SturgeonMore Than Coffee: So Much More Than a Memoir of Verse and Prose

I loved every word in this book. Scott’s style and loving expression took me into the heart of life and to what truly matters. Her thoughts of Wil, her father-in-law, are compassionate and delightful in equal measure. Scott’s love for her family and the life she and Matt have built for their children shine through. Belonging and Riding With The Wind are two of my favourite poems.

More Than Coffee is a delight from start to finish and I highly recommend it to anyone who needs a dip into the magic of life.

By Robbie CheadleA bright ray of sunshine

This lovely book is a mix of a memoir about the author/poet’s life with some beautiful freestyle poems included after each prose section to enhance the emotion and moments shared. The memoirs are relatable and cover delightful memories of family brought back through inherited items and stories shared by family members as well as the author’s own life experiences including achievements, romance, parental love, and overcoming fears. The author’s personality and humour comes through strongly in her writing and poetry, as well as her joy and pleasure in the simple things in life.

My favourite poem in this collection and the one that summarised for me the spirit and essence of this book is Fulfilled.

Fulfilled

Let me drink from the gaze in your eyes
Eyes that have me wildly mesmerized
Mesmerized under their vivid piercing spell
Spell which only you many cast over me
Me, with a heart madly in love
Love, a whirlwind of euphoric emotions so true
True in not only our hearts, but in our minds
Minds, fully aware of their endless thoughts
Thoughts so amorous of us entwined

Now, if after reading these beautiful reviews, you find your interest is piqued, simply click on the Amazon link above, and Magic! Your copy (or copies) will be on its way! ๐Ÿ™‚

So, I will end by saying that through the poems and stories in my book, I hope to inspire you to see the beauty around, to feel gratitude, to face challenges with verve, and to trek through that fear knowing you will find the light. I invite you to pour a cup of your favorite roast, or your preferred beverage, sink into your favorite chair, and enjoy the the rich taste while turning the pages. My wish is that you’ll find even a little nugget that resonates.

Thank you for reading, and I offer my utmost appreciation to you who have enjoyed my memories, and to those of you who have written reviews.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS,
AND HAPPY READING! โค๏ธ๐ŸŽ„โค๏ธ

A Blogging Breather

Dear Friends,

I wanted to share a Christmas poem, but the words just weren’t flowing. So, you won’t read anything fancy today, only that I’m taking a breather from blogging for the holidays and this will be my last post until I return sometime in January. As we all know, breaks are necessary so that we can recharge our minds, bodies, and spirits. But before I go, I want to thank you all for your continued support! It has been wonderful to meet and get to know so many talented artists in this virtual community.

On that note, I wish you all a holiday filled with Peace, Joy, and Love, everything we’ve heard before but all we truly need. โค๏ธ

Copper wishes you a Merry Christmas, too, and he hopes you get
lots of treats
and slobbery kisses!
Speaking of treats, here is a small sample of my Christmas cookies that I bake each year.

Sending holiday hugs, stay safe, be well, and I’ll see you in 2022!
Cheers, Lauren
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