TTOT

Ten Things of Thankful-February 4, 2024

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Happy TTOT time! Let’s pour a cuppa and have a chat.

So, how has you week been? I have been super busy but finding time to meditate on being thankful. Some of the events of this week have been: 1 The Call for Submissions for the Cadence anthology closed, and I am grateful that most of the entries were still available when I sent contracts. We won’t talk about the elephant in the living room that sat on the criteria. 2. I have been focusing on getting more movement in and that is going super well. We just came in from a walk to the drug store. It’s nice to be a safe walking distance from there. 3. It’s cool, but sunny and has been that way most of the week. 4. My sweetheart did a lovely presentation at the Raleigh Content Creators Group yesterday. 5. Cabbage. We have an abundance of cabbage. I put two heads in the crock pot with some carrots. This is such a healthy food. I can make a meal of just that. We will see about the rest of them. My mother and I used to have cabbage for lunch. I would cook it while she was working in the gift shop. We never had it for supper. We had to air out the apartment so when dad came home there was no evidence. He had the best nose and could detect cabbageness. There are some other things we fooled dad about. By the time I was a teenager, I knew how mom cooked her meals. She usually liked to be left to cook by herself and asked when she needed someone to do something. I am the same way. Mom was so tired of cooking by then that we traded off. She would work in the gift shop, and I would cook supper. It was our little secret. If dad knew someone else had cooked his meals, he wouldn’t have liked it. Yes, we were sneaky, but it was mom approved and dad was none the wiser. I did tell him much later in life when he would come to our house to eat. He just smiled and said I was taught by the best. 6. Groceries are high, that’s for sure, but I am grateful for stores like Aldi’s and Lidl. The quality is not sacrificed for the names. 7. Daughter is having a birthday on the 12th and is excited about her upcoming Night to Shine event, sponsored by the Tebow Foundation. 8. Daughter did the prayer at church today, during the sacrament service. 9. I have on reading left to do. Or so they say… 10. YOU! What’s your thankful? Please share in a post or add in comments. Have a blessed week.

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poetry, Poets & Events

“You Are the Poem” by Jill Sharon Kimmelman – Coming Soon

It is with my great pleasure, on behalf of Prolific Pulse Press LLC, to announce the debut poetry book “You Are the Poem” with be available November 13. I interviewed Jill recently for my podcast & YouTube channel:

Would like to attend the virtual Book Launch for You Are the Poem? Register below to get your tickets. The event with be on Zoom.

Book Announcements

Cookies, Cookies, Cookies!!!

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Now that I have your attention… I am excited to share that my friend and fellow blogger, Deanna Martinez has a new cookbook coming out and it is all about COOKIES!!!

Deanna tells about it in her blog post: Family History and traditions with Author Deanna Martinez-Bey

OKAY! Maybe I am spoiled because I already have Deanna’s Cheesecake cookbook…so there is that…

Here’s what I like about Deanna’s recipes:

They are easy to follow

The ingredients are practical

The recipes are created by someone who has proven herself in the food world

So…you might want to check out her new book:

This is totally voluntary and I am not even getting cookies for telling about it…at least, I don’t think I am…”Oh…Deanna…!”

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poetry

Baked from Midwest Sun in Strawberry Fields to Table

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Many summers ago, in Iowa’s July heat, we spent a day.

Sun baking my freckled skin, I knelt in the wild strawberry patch.

My friend nearby, reminding me when I wearied, of the promise.

As night came, and we were back to our Illinois homestead,

we set the table with whipped topping centermost.

With growl inducing scents of batter to steam

from the waffle iron, we started losing our cool.

Sitting at the table, holding holds for grace,

we were indeed grateful for our day,

Ending with strawberry waffles.

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