Hello Everyone! As my eyelids opened this morning and I reached for the alarm I thought to myself, "God is good!" I am feeling better than yesterday thankfully yet before my feet hit the floor I realize I was a touch whiny on yesterday's blog. My apologies to each of you. Doesn't the Bible tell us not to whine? Of course it does.
1 Thessalonians 5:18 (MSG)
Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live.
Although I am not at 100% I will rejoice! I awoke with gladness in my heart. There is electricity and heat in our house. There is love and acceptance within our walls. We have food in our cupboards and gas in our two vehicles. We have shoes on our feet and coats to keep us warm. So I may have a cold or sinus infection of some sort yet there are so many more wonderful blessings in my life beyond feeling yucky. :)
As I drive to work (thankful for my job) I will pray for continued strength to carry me through the day and rest in God's loving embrace for healing, strength and grace today.
What makes you whine? Me...being sick! lol
I don't know if it is being sick or the medication but my brain is unable to process thoughts. I feel like this growth at the base of the my parent's oak tree. lol
Another day of sleeping past 9 a.m., missed Sunday school due to the slow-moving and inability to focus. As we arrived at church, standing for the worship drained the little energy I had. With my daughter as my assistant I taught Bible Explorers, from sitting in a chair most of the time. Ugh...at the conclusion of church we came home.
I nestled into my jammies and snuggled on the couch with my pillow and hubby's Marine Corp. blanket and called it a day. I awoke at 6 p.m., managed to put porkschops and stuffing in the microwave for dinner and assumed my position back on the couch until the "Beep...beep...beep" forced me up once again.
Long story short...my brain is still in a fog and my energy is zapped yet I know God is with me, as is my husband (...in sickness and in health) and my daughter. Tomorrow is a new day, pray for renewed strength and complete healing. Sorry for the short and not so deep blog today...resting inste
Last night’s reading at the River’s End Bookstore in Oswego was wonderful. I am thankful for this opportunity to share my writing with the community. Thursday evening when I heard my answering machine I started to think, “What do I read?” In one sense I want to share a snip-it of the book yet don’t want to disclose the book too much until I have a publishing contract and a book to share.
BUT I do want to share my story and the way God has worked in my life and this is best illustrated through the words in my manuscript. So in less than twenty-four hours I copy and pasted a synopsis of the book together for the reading. I skimmed it briefly to make sure the pasting together from the prologue to chapter fifteen meshed and would share my book without giving it all away.
I read it aloud to one of my biggest fans and she said, “Sounds great Mom. You’re a great writer.” I think there was shock in her voice, which brought a smile to my face. I invited her to join me and we were off.
Julie greeted us as soon as we walked through the door and thanked us for coming. Oh my gosh, thank you for having me. Thankfully I read near the end so my friends who came after dance were able to hear me read too. I read my synopsis but half way through I started to become choked up myself.
This is good. Wow! Thank you Jesus. As I read aloud, I was overwhelmed by my own writing. Each time I sit down to write I pray for God to guide my fingers and thoughts. Listening to my own story and hearing the thoughts spoken and making eye contact around the room as I read…powerful.
Please don’t misinterpret this as arrogance but instead…shock! It isn’t that I’ve thought my writing isn’t good or worthy yet I have underestimated God’s blessing, power, and flow in the words. I write from my heart and with my heart. God is organizing and orchestrating the details. As if this realization wasn’t enough, the conversations that followed warmed my heart and I drove home on emotional overload with an elevation of praise and thanksgiving for all God had and is doing.
I read a bit about the searchers. One gentleman came up and said, “I was one of those searchers…my faith has wavered over the years but yours is solid. You are an encouragement.” I was able to thank him in person for all he did seventeen years ago and hear his memories and thoughts of those first days. A true blessing, I have always written to glorify God and help others ~ this gentleman’s words are priceless and appreciated. This is why I write and speak…
I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
I will be glad and rejoice in you;
I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.
Today’s Youtube video is of me and my friend, Amy Quonce following the public reading. The camera froze during our readings so we put this together afterwards for your enjoyment and viewing pleasure. Hope it brings a smile to your face
Would you like to hear another snip-it from my book Where's Heidi? The Search Begins? If you are saying "Yes!" then the River's End Bookstore on the corner of State Route 104 and West 1st Street in Oswego is the place to be TONIGHT at 7 p.m. http://www.riversendbookstore.com/
Local authors and writing talent will entertain and inspire you through their words and heart at this reading. See you there!
Isn’t life about taking chances and trying new things? Some will try out for a sport’s team, a theater performance, or even a new job. The expectation and hope following the tryouts is to hear “You’ve made the team!” or “You’ve secured the spot or position.” But with a limited number of positions and spots ~ someone or many will hear, “Sorry, not this time!” and others might hear “Sorry, This may not be your calling.” Regardless of the outcome, at least they tried.
My daughter tried out for the junior high volleyball team this week. Although the tryouts were a lot of work and her skills were in the “learning” stage, she worked hard and did her best. In preparation for tryouts she used the money she saved to purchase a volleyball and spent hours outside bumping, setting, and learning to serve in the my parent’s backyard. As I watched her practice with both her father and grandpa I was blessed with memories of my sister’s volleyball years.
My parents found Heidi’s volleyballs from her Bishop Cunningham days. Elation transitioned to despair as we noticed the volleyballs had dry rotted from being in storage and unused for so many years. Even though my daughter couldn’t use her aunt’s volleyballs, the conversations and memories flooded the Allen kitchen once again. Heidi was known as the “Tower of Power” in the early 90’s for her exceptional skills and kills on the volleyball court.
The balls couldn’t be played with yet the writing brought both smiles and tears. “The Final Chapter” in black ink with the starters’ names listed below it. The girls were robbed of their Senior Year at BCHS due to a failing budget yet they didn’t let this ruin their spirit and spunk on the court. With the Hokey-Pokey playing as a warm-up song ~ the girls enjoyed each other and the game.
I am so proud of my daughter for trying out for the volleyball team this year. Although she didn’t make it past the first round of cuts, she did try. She endured the running and training with a positive attitude and hope. As she approached the van after the cut I watched her face. She wasn’t crying or distraught yet she was skipping with a joyful ear to ear grin. Hmmm? Once in the van, “I didn’t make it to the next round but God must have something else in mind for me.” I could have cried ~ first for her loss and second, for her trust in God for her future. We are super proud of her and I know her Aunt Heidi would be too…a great kid!
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human master…
From a baron trellis to an isolate white rose. Each time we drive by the D & W (now Sunup #7) Convenience store I look at both the building and the garden. Say a prayer for my sister’s return and closure for the case. As my husband made the right-hand turn I noticed a white rose near the center of the Heidi Memorial Garden.
On our return trip we stopped so we could investigate this lone rose, blooming in mid-October. And sure enough, it was a rose. Not only were there two roses, a couple new buds were preparing to open in the next few days. “Doesn’t this beautiful rose know it should be sleeping?” My wise husband said, “Maybe it is Heidi’s way of smiling at you today. The song worked up your emotions.” Hmm…
God blessed me Sunday with a beautiful song about her kidnapping and absence from our life and wrapped the entire morning in the hug of the white roses. Roses proving miracles still happen…a newly bloomed rose in the middle of October in Central New York? Only God…
Blessings in disguise and out of season ~ Heidi may be missing but she will NEVER be forgotten.
Then Jesus said to him, Unless you see signs and miracles happen, you [people] never will believe (trust, have faith) at all.
John 4:48 AMP
This photo was taken this summer after working in the garden with my Dad. The roses were in full bloom with the brilliance of red and burgundy brightening the backside of the garage. Each time we went for a buggy ride, walked the property, or worked in the garden we talked about that middle rose bush. The vacant trellis was a constant reminder of the rose bush that didn’t make it until…
As I walked about snapping photographs, the sun seemed to be aglow the backside of the garage. I paused and my breath was taken away. Instead of seeing the center trellis as a failure or vacant ~ with the sun shining upon it, another thought. With tears in my eyes it was a reminder of Calvary. Three crosses, two sinners and the One who took on my sins in the center. It only makes sense the center trellis is empty ~ Jesus isn’t here. He has risen and lives with His Father in heaven.
Peter replied, “Repent and be baptized, every one of you,
in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins.
And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.
The promise is for you and your children
and for all who are far off--
for all whom the Lord our God will call.”
Be sure to read tomorrow’s blog to learn how a white rose blooming out of season was a blessing.
It took me nearly five years to complete my first book. The initial draft filled the pages in seventy-two hours yet the revisions, additions and rewriting took five years. It was a wild and adventurous journey. As I worked on my final revisions and prepared to submit my entire manuscript for the first time, it dawned on me – strangers are going to read my story! This may seem like common sense yet as I wrote, I was writing for God so others can know the power and healing open to them through a relationship with Jesus. It didn’t dawn on me this required me to share my innermost thoughts, fears, and emotions with complete strangers. While this concept took my breath away I was also encouraged, it was only with God’s help I was able to do it.
I shared this revelation with my mother. She smiled and with a nonchalant tone, “I thought that was the goal.” Of course she was right yet my brain hadn’t comprehended the depths in the publication of the book. My prayer was and is for lives to be changed and drawn to Jesus. I want others living in the darkness of grief to know they aren’t alone and God is right there. Once the shock settled in, I hit the send button with a prayer.
Less than twenty-four hours later, relaxed and lost in the aroma of the breeze coming in from the lake my mother asked a question that caused me to shutter. “So what is the next book about?”
With eyes of a child on Christmas morning I reply, “What? You’re kidding, right?”
“No. I’m serious. I know you and the way you think, what is it?”
“I don’t know Mom. I have a couple ideas but haven’t settled on the direction.”
I was dumbfounded at the number of times I heard this question after people heard I had submitted my first manuscript to the publishers. I didn’t have a contract or published book for my first book, yet people are asking about the second one. This has to be a good thing, right? Good or bad, it made me nervous. School starts in less than two weeks and the idea of beginning the next book took my breath away.
As I pray for God’s guidance to carve some writing time in my schedule. I should have more time than last year since I cleared my schedule yet of past commitments. So then the big question is “What is the next book?” while I wait for the publishers and edit the first.
You will have to wait and see…a few ideas running through my head as I pray for His direction. Maybe I could put them in a survey, hmm…that is something to think about.
The mall is an interesting and busy place to observe. A friend asked if I could manage her table for her today until 4 p.m. so she could do another show. I enjoy people watching, helping a friend and of course, the mall. Instead of being the shopper, I was the retailer today. It was very slow in the morning so I enjoyed conversation with my retail neighbor, Linda and nearly completed Dr. Dobson’s book When God Doesn’t Make Sense. In between the few sales I had and reading, I enjoyed watching the people patronizing, browsing, and walking the mall.
One couple in particular captured my attention. They were a seasoned couple, with gray hair and a love for each other evident to all who slowed to notice them. As they walked with their one (yes, one) walker in the middle of them – they exchanged smiles and a wink while passing my table. He walked to the left holding all the bags for his bride in his left hand and holding on to the walker with his right. She walked to the right of the walker, holding it with her left hand with only her handbag to carry on her right shoulder. Neither walked too fast or too slow, but at just the right pace so the neither was any farther ahead, or behind. She must have needed a break yet without any words, her knight in shining armor understood and paused until she caught her breath and adjusted her purse slipping off her shoulder.
As I watched them walk in unison, able to communicate without a single word I thought – isn’t this what God wants of us. To walk “with” him – not ahead of him or behind him but right where He wants us to be. What would have happened if everyone racing past this couple would have slowed for a moment to enjoy the synchronized and blessed relationship between the two? I pray to walk with God – not before or after. He wants us totally dependent on Him…
Proverbs 3:5-6 (NLT)
Trust in the Lord with all your heart;
do not depend on your own understanding.
Seek his will in all you do,
and he will show you which path to take
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Hello everyone! Thank you for following my blog ~ you are an encouragement to me. As you know my book proposal is being considered by a few publishers, with one reading my entire manuscript. Each considering "Where's Heidi? The Search Begins" for publication ~ while they pray and conteplate...I create.
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Thank you for your comments, emails and notes of encouragement following my previous post. Dying young is different for everyone – some will say to die before graduation of college is too young, others will tell you anything less than 100 is young. Regardless of where you fall on this spectrum ~ I pray you live your life every day as if tomorrow doesn’t come.
Make choices that bring you joy and put a smile on God’s face. Don’t make rash decisions or do foolish and hurtful things BUT look to God for guidance. How can you live to be a witness of God’s love to others? Have you shared Jesus with your friends and family? Are you reading your Bible daily? Are you sharing and exhibiting joy to the people around you? Are you being the person God has called you to be? What does your legacy look like?
The Holy Spirit tickled my heart during Sunday school and church for this blog. The conversation with my husband and daughter on the way home and then over lunch with my parents brought about a clearer direction. The afternoon concluded with a walk through the New Haven cemetery. With my daughter by my side we walked and talked from one side of the cemetery to the other. My Aunt Nancy and I would spend countless hours doing this same thing. I could hear her say, “No one will remember what you did fifty years from today if you don’t write it down.” She would share the stories and history she knew of the various headstones and encouraged me to never forget the past, “It is what makes you who you are today.”
What if tomorrow never comes? Will Jesus open His arms and say “Well done…” and welcome you to an eternity of joy and beauty? You have that choice…
Take a few minutes to start the youtube video of Kenny Chesney and then watch photos taken during our walk through the cemetary...a reminder if tomorrow doesn't come ~ it isn't about the words on the headstone but the reception you might receive from Jesus. If tomorrow doesn't come...where will you be?
Our Sunday school class is reading Crazy Love by Frances Chan, http://crazylovebook.com/. We have only just started this journey yet the first couple chapters have triggered questions for the future and both smiles and regrets of past decisions.
In 1994 when my sister, Heidi M. Allen was kidnapped, I attended church yet didn’t have a relationship with Jesus. I honestly thought going to church once a week, helping to teach a Sunday school class, making food for those in need, or volunteering at the food pantry would get me in to heaven. Please don’t misinterpret my thoughts ~ I still believe in all these things and do them yet I know it isn’t my work blessing me with eternity in heaven. It is the relationship I have with Jesus.
Chapter two of Crazy Love challenges the reader to ask some serious and thought provoking questions. “If you knew you would die in five years from today ~ what would you do and/or change in your life?” Or “If you were to die tomorrow – what would you change today?”
Great questions – some might view them as morbid yet I don’t believe they are. Instead of trusting my sister to Jesus over seventeen years ago, I harbored the pain and loss for over a decade. Worry and stress ruled my heart and life, although sometimes masked behind a partying and smiling face. In the midst of this tenth year, God used a bold and faith-filled student to change my view on the world and open my heart. November 2004 I surrendered my heart, sin, and life to Jesus – instead of worry, stress, fear, anger, and depression I started my journey to a hope-filled and victorious life trusting Jesus.
I may never know where my sister is BUT I do know God is in control – as Francis Chan says, “God is the main character in the movie of life…” not me or my sister. Until then, I’ll trust Him. We are not guaranteed tomorrow or even our next minute – yet when we seek His face and have a relationship with Him…we have the hope of eternity.
Who are you trusting? How or what would you change if your tomorrow never came?
I am blessed with a wonderful relationship and friendship with my parents. Among the small blessings are warm apple crisp just from the oven as I walk through the door on a Friday afternoon and dinner in the crock pot so I don’t have to cook when I get home. Our lawn was mowed, our daughter safely off the bus and relaxing before we even leave work. While these are wonderful and bless us, the greatest blessing is the time spent sitting around the kitchen table visiting with my parents.
It is a special gift to have your parents as friends later in life. With the day’s events shared and the conversation blossoming I notice across the yard there is more than discussion in bloom. I was shocked, “Mom, the flowers are in bloom again!” Although they “shouldn’t” be in bloom this late in the fall, they are. I excused myself from the table so I could capture this joyful entry on film. As I walked over I thought to myself, Isn’t this so God. Gardening books and man’s research say this flower should be entering a dormant stage BUT it hasn’t. The beauty takes my breath away and brings tears to my eyes. Thank you Jesus for blessing us with the opportunity to view it. My gosh…what could Heaven look like?
With bold and brilliant pinks it stands out among the reds, oranges, browns and yellows of a Central New York Autumn. Anything is possible with God…in His time. We all have something in our life we “wait” on. Some of us wait to hear our loved one has been found or if a publisher will choose to publish our book. Yet not everything is life altering. Sometimes we wait in line at the grocery store, in traffic, or for the birth of our first child. Regardless of the “what” we wait on…it is ALL in God’s time, not ours.
How are you living as you wait on the Lord? Have you accepted it is in God’s time, not yours? Are you making good choices and using your time wisely as you wait? What are you waiting on? How will you praise and thank God when the waiting is over?
How are you living as you wait on the Lord? Have you accepted it is in God’s time, not yours? Are you making good choices and using your time wisely as you wait? What are you waiting on? How will you praise and thank God when the waiting is over?
My friend, mentor and amazing author - Elaine W. Miller announced today the release date of her next book - We All Married Idiots: Three Things You'll Never Change About Your Marriage and Ten Things You Can. I am excited, elated, overjoyed and praising God for opening this door for Elaine's writing and for the marriages that will be blessed from April 1st, 2012 and beyond through her writing and words. Congratulations dear friend!
I am praising, praying, dancing and celebrating with you! Can't wait to give you a huge hug in person...You go girl!
Check out Elaine's blog today:
Talk about the ups and downs of a roller coaster – this is my writing life in the past twenty-four hours. Yesterday’s peer review left me frustrated and full of doubt but this evening’s speaking opportunity brought be home full of inspiration to write and for the future of our college bound high school graduates. I had the pleasure to speak to one of Cayuga Community College’s writing classes at their Fulton extension this evening.
With a Power Point to guide us through our time together we set sail for an hour and half of discussion, teaching and learning. I pray they each learned something new that helps them improve their writing and their outlook towards writing. While the purpose of my presentation was to teach them ways to write “outside the box”, their participation taught me some new things. I love to learn new things.
I learned a student’s IEP is honored at college through a conversation about talk to text software. This inspired me ~ the same software we start teaching fourth graders to use for state testing purposes will be accepted (and provided) at the collegiate level! Wow! I know an IEP follows the child yet to know they are followed and are tools to support student learning, I am so very thankful. I will share this tidbit with students for years to come – one student’s willingness to share will be an inspiration too many of the students I work with at school ~ it is possible to go to college and be successful with an IEP. This young woman is proof positive.
As we talked about things we can do to help writer’s block or the environment we write in ~ students shared their personal favorites and accepted challenges from me on ways to mix things up a bit. Their hunger to learn was motivating ~ they choose to attend college and they are giving it their all. Kudos!
At the conclusion my presentation I shared a bit from my book, “Where’s Heidi? The Search Begins”. I read my original opening and then the final revision sent to publishers. Their response warmed my heart and brought tears to my eyes. I’ve been blessed with the help of editorial friends and critiques group yet to share my story with a potential reader can take my breath away…their response humbled me and inspired me to keep writing. (And I’m revising the final chapter in the near future, lol)
Thank you Ruth and CCC for a wonderful evening of learning, inspiration, and motivation! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
My endeavor of to write a children’s book in five weeks while simultaneously maintaining all my other responsibilities…success or failure? Well anyone who has written a children’s book will be the first to say “You can’t write an entire children’s book in five weeks, even if it is the only thing you are doing.” I hear you! I didn’t expect to have an award winning book ready for submission at the end of the class but I did anticipate having something drafted and in progress. So for this goal…I failed.
This was confirmed in class during the "feedback" time. Our assignment was to submit a piece of writing a child would read. The piece I submitted is written from the point of view of the teacher (which is against the rules of children’s book writing – a lesson learned in the past month) yet it was written for children and since I had nothing to submit ~ I used it to meet the professor’s deadline so I would have something to share.
After the feedback ~ I should have not submitted anything and stayed home. As stated in earlier posts I have contemplated if I writing a children’s book is in my future. If this evening’s feedback is a predictor of this…it has been confirmed – I will not be writing for children! Yet if I apply the strategies and skill sets taught in class, there is hope. And maybe one day I will attempt to write a children’s book for children.
Until then...I’ll hold the smiles, giggles, and joy of my students as I read the book aloud to them at the end of the school year forever in my mind. To know they still visit me from first grade to say “Mrs. Buske, ___ can’t tie her shoes. She needs you as a toe truck driver.” This is why I write and teach ~ to touch lives. While my “Toe-Truck Driver” story won’t be published ~ it is a success!
BUT I did learn a lot about children’s book writing and some of the ins and outs that will improve my writing and writing for children and not about them. I have pages and pages of notes, handouts and emails to trigger my memory. I have made new writing friends and enjoyed an evening out to improve my overall craft to write. I may not have a children’s book written but I do have oodles of ideas spinning in my head and new techniques and strategies ready to be utilized. Someday…maybe a children’s book…for now…watch out adults! I am writing to and for you.
Thanks to the River’s End Bookstore on the corner of State Route 104 (Bridge Street) and West 1st Street in Oswego – you are always a warm and welcoming host. I look forward to having my first book signing at your bookstore someday.
It has been an exciting and busy week. Sleep has been a challenge in spite of my exhaustion ~ a prayer for sweet sleep...answered with a solid six hours. Ever since I was a child I have struggled with crankiness and self-doubt when I am tired. So it only reasons to have the same struggle as an adult. During my morning prayer time I gave all this doubt over to the Lord. I prayed for a confirmation I was hearing from Him and not myself. I shared this prayer only with God...and only He could have answered so quickly and clearly. As I checked my email later that same day there was an email from a woman interested in meeting me for a potential speaking engagement. I closed the email and thanked God for hearing, answering in a black and white manner, and loving me so much. In the morning after more thanks and praise...I responded to the email.
God is good...who do you put your trust in?
My parents were sorting through a box yesterday when this postcard fell from between the envelopes to the floor. It wasn't a box of Heidi's personal items, momentos, or keepsakes yet hidden within the paperwork was one of the most precious postcards I have ever read. With tears I read Heidi's note to all of us...
Memories...lost and found. Nearly thirty years later and her note to me brought tears to my eyes. I still miss you Heidi! I've written an even longer note to you now ~ through my blog and my book. As I wiped the tears from my eyes I smiled...my sister always knew how much I loved her and understood I missed her when she wasn't here. Even as an adult...I miss my sister!
May God bless my writing ~ to keep Heidi's memory alive & help others heal ~ there is hope found in a relationship with Jesus. Have you experienced this hope yet?
Have you ever "thought" you knew where you were going, only to realize you might be driving in the direction? How much time, money, and thought did you invest in your "dream" or "notion" before you realized ~ "I'm not sure this is the route I want to take."
For the past month I have taken a children's book writing class with fifteen other dedicated and creative writers. Some of the faces are familiar while others are new for this class ~ not only do they write, but they also illustrate their own writing. With my first adult non-fiction in consideration for publication with a few different publishing houses, I decided to venture and learn how to write a children's book.
Oh brother! I feel as if I am not only going in the wrong direction but doing the direction on a one-way street. I have an idea for a book - one written to help young children understand kidnapping BUT I can't seem to put words (that a child or an adult for that matter) on paper or in my computer.
I have until Midnight on Thursday to submit a children's book/story to my professor. I generally work well under pressure yet I'm not even sure where to start. My motivation to write is pure and full of good intention but a storyline hasn't developed. Am I not meant to write for children? Is it that I'm still adjusting to my back-to-school schedule? Am I overthinking it?
I do have a few blogs near to my heart with a message I believe God gave me - I would rather write those than the children's book this week? Is that the reason - the children's book isn't for God first? Hmmm...
I pray to hear from the publisher soon and start to speak and share Heidi's story, my story, and the way God has worked through both.
I love the Fall weather - the cool and brisk mornings, football games, and the change of seasons. This photo is from a couple years ago when we traveled to Lowville to watch our nephew's Pop Warner football game - the other red head is my sister-in-law Pamela.
After church and lunch yesterday afternoon my husband escaped to his brother's house to watch football because the game he wanted to watch wasn't on regular television. While he was gone, I took a 3 1/2 hour nap on the couch! Oh my gosh, I can't remember the last time I napped so long. I awoke to the sound of the dishes being done and supper being prepared - a wonderful way to wake up.
Before focusing my eyes I grabbed my pad of paper and pen from the table next to me and wrote down all the ideas I plotted out during my nap before I forgot them. With my chicken sctratch notes written I join my family in the kitchen and then back to the couch to chill. I read a couple chapters each from three different books, did school work, planned a bit, and enjoyed my family. Thank you Mr. Hummingbird!
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323