Seeing the Flavor

Must try this xx Rowena

Rantings of an Amateur Chef

Yesterday I told you of a trip to Niagara Falls. I’ll continue the story here.

We drove to our hotel (the Cataract Inn) and parked. It was small and pretty run down. As I was poor and didn’t have many choices, we decided to go inside and check in.

The counter area was sparse and upon going in I was first to the desk. I gave the elderly lady my name, credit card and ID. She grumbled a welcome and gave me a key to my room. Next was my friend. Upon seeing his ID her face lit up. She asked him if he was Polish (his last name ends in “ski”) and when he said he was, suddenly she was the nicest person in the room. She checked him in and asked him to hold a minute. She went into the back room and came back with an armful…

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Promiscuous Love

The Thoughtful Pastor

acorns-blurThis time of year when the acorns and pecans cover sidewalks liberally here in North Texas, I start thinking about how nature, with its powerful urge to reproduce itself, shows us much about the nature of God’s love. There is so much of it that we can trample on it and still have plenty left over to feed wildlife abundantly and see many new trees sprout in the spring.  The nuts fall apparently without discernment–they are not parceled out or rationed, but are available to all comers. Promiscuous, actually.

And, quite a picture of God’s love. The Bible simply abounds with stories about people who really seem unlovable that God just decides to love anyway. Really, it is God’s promiscuous love, a love that seems to show no discernment and gets scattered anywhere, to such a point that it almost seems immoral. I mean, some of those people really, really don’t…

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Blind Artist’s Vision is Clearer than that of Sighted Individuals

This is such an encouraging story! xx R0

Outside The Lines

For an artist, how important is the ability to see? For example, does a painter need sight in order to make artwork? Yes, such an individual does need sight, but not necessarily the type that comes through the eyes. Rather, they need sight that comes through the imagination. Artist John Bramblitt is proving this to the world by creating incredible paintings with only his fingers and his imagination at his disposal.

Studio artist John Bramblitt sees life in color, despite the fact that he is blind. His blindness, caused by epilepsy, intruded on his life about nine years ago, when he was just thirty years old. Adjusting to living with blindness after a lifetime of sightedness was certainly not easy. When asked what shade his initial depression was, he said, “Oh my word, it was the worst black. It was like being in a hole.” Amazingly, the artist began to…

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#FREE help For #Authors

Rosie Amber

It’s come to my attention that some of you lovely authors out there need a little help with reaching your audience.

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Now I’m no professional in the matter, just a mad blogger who loves books, but this is what I’m seeing more and more of and it alarms me greatly.

When someone offers to help an author with some FREE publicity, some of you run for the hills in the opposite direction. “FREE that can’t possible be right! What’s the catch? What do I have to do? I haven’t got the time for that? It’s sounds scary, better not bother” Hands up if a bit of FREE publicity frightens you.

How many of you have a one page draft ready which can be used as a base for any publicity piece? All you need is a bit about yourself, where you’re from, when you started writing, what genres you write in…

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Story for a Sunday Morning

Such a moving story xx Ro


I heard this little story a while back, and I thought I’s share it with you today…

Bobby had Down  syndrome.  His parents always took him to church on Sundays, and Bobby was in the third grade Sunday School class, but he had problems fitting in with the other boys and girls.  Third graders can be cruel when a child is different, and despite the best efforts of the teacher, Bobby was the butt of many unpleasant comments from the other children.

One day in early spring,  a day when the sun was shining and the birds were singing outside, the teacher took the class out doors.  She had a box of big eggs, the kind of big plastic eggs that nylons come in, and gave an egg to each child and told them to find something the symbolizes the new birth of spring and put it inside their egg.

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