Monthly Archives: December 2012
My Favorite New Year’s Tradition
Way back in December of 2006, my mother-in-law brought a Spanish exchange student to our house for Christmas break. We had a wonderful time introducing her to an American Christmas, and in turn we learned about her most important New Year’s tradition.
On New Year’s Eve she insisted that we buy grapes, and was astonished to see piles of them left in the grocery store when we went to buy them that night. She told us that back home she had to buy her grapes early because all of the markets sold out long before dark on the 31st. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 5
Hello again! It feels like I just posted part 4 of the story…oh wait, I did. ;) I hope you all had, and are still having, a wonderful holiday. Happy reading!
Isabella ducked around the corner and into the kitchen just in time to hear the doorbell jingle as Hunter entered the diner.
Her cup rattled slightly where it rested on top of her plate as her ears strained to hear the conversation. She tried to steady her hands but didn’t make it in time to catch Hunter’s words. She did hear Doc’s reply. Continue reading
(Very Belated) Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 4
Due to a major winter storm followed by a prolonged power outage, this is a bit late. Sorry to those of you who have been sitting on the edge of your seats, for two weeks now. :) If you celebrate, have a very Merry Christmas! If you don’t, have a wonderful week.
The first chance she had, she ran.
After about an hour of driving Isabella had told Hunter that she needed to use the bathroom. He’d pulled over at the next gas station, a dilapidated building at the outskirts of a run-down town.
He watched her walk into the station, and just as she’d hoped, a backdoor opened to the diesel pumps for truckers; beyond that stretched freedom.
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Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 3
A week passed, and then two. Every day Isabella rushed to get her homework done, only to find more chores waiting for her. She wanted desperately to tell her father, but by the time she was through with the work her stepmother invented for her, her father was closed away in his study, not to be disturbed.
She wondered if he noticed her absence.
One afternoon she did open her bedroom door a crack when her father came home, and felt a thrill of hope when he asked, “Where is Isabella?” Continue reading
Run With Me by Jennifer Luitwieler
Run With Me is a brave and humorous story about so much more than running. Author Jennifer Luitwieler speaks candidly about her personal battles with self-image, depression, and, of course, training the dog to poop outside. Her story is honest, … Continue reading