Welcome Readers
First, let me answer the question I’m asked most often: how do you say your last name? It’s pronounced CARE. I love that name. It’s what we all should do. Care. I’m a self-published author from the Pacific Northwest part of the U.S. where I live with my Hubby of over 40 years. I’ve loved to write my whole life, but it wasn’t until I retired that I could focus that energy into writing fiction and non-fiction books. It’s become one of the joys of my life. Each week, I post a new blog about the things I see, I do, and I remember. Please join me in my adventures. Read my books. Leave reviews. Tell your friends. Let’s have a blessed day.
The Secrets of the storm
The Daughters of Time Series, Book 3
The Secrets of the Cottage
The Daughters of Time Series, Book 2
The Secrets of the Clock
The Daughters of Time Series, Book 1
Tornado Alley
I don’t claim to be a poet, but sometimes, the story must be told in a poem. I wrote one for a contest, and I’m
Masking Up
Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. Philippians 2:4 I HATE being sick.
Becoming a Mother
As I’ve said before, I spent years journaling. This Mother’s Day, I took out my journals written when my children were very young and reread
2005 Journal Entry
Last week, I talked about journaling and promised to give an excerpt from my own journal. I chose a section from what I wrote on
Journaling Prompts
A few weeks ago, my blog covered my many years of journaling (see A Life of Journaling). This past week, I came across an interesting
Thankful for Technology
Hubby and I are staying home these days. Our age and my asthma push us into the high-risk category for COVID-19 so prudence forces us
Another Year Older
This past week I marked another birthday. I know age is just a number, but when consulting high risk categories for bad things, I’m toeing
Lotta Shaking Going On
March went out like a lion, a lion getting out of a river and shaking himself dry. A strong earthquake hit southwest Idaho the evening
The Temporary Normal
If you’re like Hubby and me, you’re stuck inside until the invisible storm dies down. From what I hear in the media, it’s dangerous outside.
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