For the last month, our neighbor’s adorable cat has been cozying up on our patio chair or feeling on top of the world sitting at the bar! We’ve never met this little guy, but now we know his name is Zephyr, and he is so friendly. Our family believes that his visits have a deeper, serendipitous meaning, which resulted in a poem, and I was lucky to take a few photos of our new friend…
A Perception of Intervention
His collar reads Zephyr friendly as can be purrs when we pet him eyes close to dream. He lives down the street roams outside each day finding our cozy chair to nap afternoons away. Copper knows we miss him so he sent a feline friend in gray coat and green-yellow eyes to bring comfort, to mend.
Secondly, Manuela Timofte has stepped down from her Editor position at Gobblers by Masticadores, and she will be missed. I felt honored when she featured my work. Changes are always in the air though, so Gobblers has moved to LatinosUSA, a larger website with six editors: Barbara Leonhard, J. Ré Crivello, Nolcha Fox, Michelle Ayón Navajas, Francisco Bravo, and Robbie Cheadle. I decided to submit a Christmas poem to Juan, and I was thrilled when he accepted my submission, which is live 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 come true When years become displeasing?
To read the full poem, I would love if you visited Juan at LatinosUSA by clicking on the link below. Thank you again, Juan, for publishing my poem. 🙏
Lastly, in case you have last minute holiday shopping to do:
King Copper: A special poetry collection about our Chocolate Labrador, Copper, who received his angel wings on March 3rd. The ultimate gift for dog lovers or anyone who considers their pets family. Cora’s Quest: A children’s story about getting lost but discovering that courage lies inside each one of us just waiting to shine. A message for all ages. Ever So Gently: Poetry that speaks of love on a broad spectrum, nature’s gifts, and the mysteries of life, and encourages us to live life ‘ever so gently.’ More than Coffee: A poignant and reflective collection of verse and prose that touches on love and loss, nature and endurance, and marriage and parenting, and is best enjoyed sipping your favorite coffee roast.
From the bottom of my heart, thanks for spending your precious time here, and I wish you a wonderful holiday! Stay safe, be well, and I’ll see you in January 2026! ❤️🎄💫🥳
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. I’m extremely grateful for your support!
In “Christmas After Loss,” 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 didn’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 wouldn’t start. She called the only person she could think of, her husband’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.
BLURB:
Miracles saturate the sweet-scented Christmas season—a reminder we aren’t alone.
Miracles & Ghosts Past: A Christmas Collection brings eight stories from past holidays. Rita buys train tickets for her and Morris’s 30th anniversary in the novelette, “The Christmas Train Mystery.”She’s convinced this trip will bring her and Morris closer—if he can find the time. A murder mystery excursion will change Rita’s life in more ways than one, but will she go with her workaholic husband or by herself? In the first short story, “Christmas Rescue,” 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. “Is There a Santa?” goes back to the 1920s, where a widower is desperate to hold on to his farm and children. He doesn’t want charity, just a bit of luck or a miracle. In the final stories, you’ll meet an eleven-year-old who’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.
EXCERPT FROM: Christmas After Loss, 1980
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 she’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.
“I know, I know. You’re hungry,” she said to the petite gray cat.
Cuddles looked at her empty bowl, and then those mesmerizing gray eyes took in Sheila.
“Daddy sure spoiled you,” Sheila said.
A grin almost crossed her face before the pain of the loss seeped back in and weighed down her expression.
The cat wound around her legs as if to agree as her bowl was filled.
Cuddles had won her husband’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 wasn’t anyone to lean on other than the helpful Sam, who’d bonded with Randy the first time they met. Although at times it seemed like Sam was a little too bonded, and she’d pointed that out to Randy.
Randy had grinned. “I knew guys like him in high school. Just a bit on the needy side is all. I know how to handle that, don’t worry.”
Still, Sam remained in the pest category until Randy’s passing. After losing her husband, she appreciated Sam’s support. As a thirty-two-year-old widow who owned and ran a café, she didn’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.
“Sometimes I think this place is cursed, Cuddles. Maybe we should go back home, like my sister keeps saying. Be near friends and family. They’d spoil you too.” 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 wasn’t like she’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. Cuddles’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.
I love gift giving, but I’m not a skilled gift wrapper. I’m thankful for gift bags.
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 children’s books, adult fiction, and poetry. She continues on her adventure with an open invitation to all readers to join her.
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!
My 5-star review:
D.L. Finn’s wonderful storytelling isn’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, we’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 “…to find your miracle not only during the holiday season but year-round.”
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 “The Christmas Train Mystery” and “She’s Home Alone.”
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. “She’s Home Alone” evoked memories of a movie I saw years ago, so the story’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 ‘no’ then you will discover newfound beliefs after turning the last page. Highly recommended for you who would welcome a little Christmas magic! 💫🎄
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This will be my last post for the year, then I’ll be going offline until January. It’s been a great 12 months with my health improving, many adventures throughout, and concluding with the publication of Cora’s Quest(even with the current snafu). I love spending time with all of you on your blogs, reading your beautiful poetry and stories, oohing and ahhing at your stunning photos, and traveling vicariously through your virtual itineraries. The support I receive for my writing and books is so appreciated, even I can’t find the words!
I searched high and low for my muse, but she has already departed on holiday vacation, so I didn’t write anything new for today. I’m sharing instead a poem that seems to circle back now and then. I hope you enjoy again, or for the first time. I included an audio as wellfor your listening pleasure. 🥰
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 don’t know your story The details are yours alone But I do wish you Happiness That you may seize and truly own…
As we listen to the marching rhythm Of the exultant Christmas drum For these holidays upon us And for the New Year to come.
I also hope you’ll forgive another (subtle) plug for my book, Cora’s Quest…the good thing is it’s not a Christmas story, so children (and adults) can enjoy reading about Cora anytime of the year! The paperback is still out of stock (hopefully, not for much longer), but the e-book is available. So, you can wait for the paperback or you can purchase the e-book and read about Cora immediately. If you choose to add my first children’s book to your home library, thank you in advance! 🙏
“I thought your message to children through Cora was outstanding, a lesson that even adults wrestle with. Get out of of our comfort zone because overcoming our fears is one of the most overpowering feelings in life.” ~ Pete Springerfrom petespringerauthor.wordpress.com
A Huge Thank You for visiting my cozy corner in WordPress, and I wish you all a peaceful holiday filled with nothing but joy. The holidays aren’t always happy for everyone though, so if you’re struggling in some way, I hope you have support to help you find even a tiny ray of light. I want nothing but harmony and magic to fill your days during this month of December and in each day to come. Happy Hanukkah and Happy Kwanzaa to those who celebrate as well! I’ll respond to comments if you’re kind enough to leave one. Sending virtual hugs! ❤️🎄🙏
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! 🥰
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 Finn’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 doesn’t love a friendly ghost or two?
I enjoyed this entire collection, but a few stories that stood out were the novella, “A Perfect Ghostly Christmas Novelette.” From a child’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. “Words Hurt” underscored the realization that once words are spoken, they can never be taken back – an important reminder for all of us. Finn writes about a fractured relationship, death, forgiveness, and new beginnings. I empathized with Danielle in “Miracle in the ER” 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 wouldn’t believe in Santa all over again?! Other favorites were “At the Mall” and “A Man and His Cat.” A lovely collection of stories everyone should read during the holiday season, and if you don’t believe in miracles, Finn’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 – 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 isn’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 couldn’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 “strive to thrive, then plant new seeds and watch how they bloom.”
This entire collection touched me, gave me insight into Watson’s unfair toils with abuse, but a few that stood out were “Cut Me Open” “Lioness” and “Letter to My Inner Child.” 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 Foster’s vivid descriptions. This time, Amanda and her friend, Leah, visit Amanda’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 Leah’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 doesn’t feel like a textbook read. Traveling with Amanda on her adventures is simply fun, and it’s always fascinating to learn about other cultures. This book can be read alone, but I encourage readers to explore Foster’s prior Amanda Travel books. They are all entertaining. Highly recommended.
All the Words I Kept Inside by P. J. Gudka is the author’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 isn’t uplifting, but it is authentic. The truth is simply the truth, and the sun doesn’t always shine where truth is revealed. Gudka’s poems are beautifully written, but they pack heavy emotions deep in the core of their purpose. The title says it all. The author’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. Gudka’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 couldn’t choose one favorite, but a few that stood out were “Boundaries” “Bullets Don’t Always Hit the Right Target” “Caged” “Acceptance” and “My Ugly” which I’m sharing, and I highly recommend this heartfelt and poignant collection.
I don’t want you to love me for my beauty I don’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 – 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 Pisturino’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, “Father Sun.” I knew that choosing a favorite or two out of 365 haiku would be impossible, so I’m spotlighting a few and I highly recommend this amazing collection.
sunlight penetrates the mountains with life-giving force – 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
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. 🙂 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!
Happy Reading, Happy Shopping, and Happy Holidays! Virtual hugs to you all!
I hope you enjoy my series of tanka poems for this holiday season, and I might have veered away from the rules a few times. So, good thing I’m not being graded. 😁 Enjoy ,and I wish you all a peaceful and happy holiday season!
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This jingle jolly season delights young hearts as they bake cookies for the white-bearded man in red joy through the eyes of children
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Christmas carols play on the old record player while snowflakes fall in slow motion and candles sway to the festive melodies
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Hustle and bustle begins after Thanksgiving for shopping galore but commercialism slays the magic, so stay focused
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I grew up learning about a baby boy born on this Christmas day who would become a teacher of unconditional love
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‘Tis the season to be with family and friends bringing joy to hearts for their company is the best gift of all to receive
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Lights twinkle on homes when evening accommodates all aglow in their shimmering reds, greens, and golds uplifting somber spirits
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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 favoritetanka? Do any resonate with you?
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 centuryall 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 remindsme 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 groupcrochetsmall, meaningful items that are placed in randomlocations 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!
I have never heard of this organization, but any act of kindness is commended, and I can see how these handmade items would uplift the spirits of many people, especially during the holiday season when not everyone sings, “Joy to the World.” I’ve always loved dream catchers, and Lorelai is so adorable! How can you not smile when you see those purple glasses, vibrant colors, and cute, yellow beak?
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 thatI’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 don’t know your story The details are yours alone But I do wish you Happiness That you may seize and truly own…
As we listen to the marching rhythm Of the exultant Christmas drum For these holidays upon us And for the New Year to come.
Just click on the image to purchase your copy, and if you enjoyed this collection, please consider writing a review, a hug for indie authors. 💚
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!!!! 🎄⛄️❄️🎉 ~ Lauren ❤️
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 decorationsthat 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! 🎄🎉🎉🎉🎄
It’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, we’ll be drinking champagne and kissing at midnight, ringing in a new year, 2023. Decades ago, these numbers sounded straight out of The Jetson’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 do…shop!!
And if you’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:
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 reader’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 father’s love story that endured for nearly 70 years having begun in WWII with all its uncertainty and lengthy periods apart, and the author’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 winter’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, I’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.
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.
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
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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! ❤️🎄❤️
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author 