Friday, June 28, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
|Wife of one, mother of two, servant of four (cats)|
A spunky pastor’s wife of thirty-plus
years, Jeanette Levellie authors a bi-weekly humor/inspirational column, God is Bigger, a popular feature in the
Paris Beacon News since 2001. She has published stories in Guideposts anthologies, Love
is a Verb with Gary Chapman, articles in Christian and secular magazines,
greeting card verses, and poems for
calendars. She is a lively, popular speaker for both Christian and secular
groups, and a trained vocalist.
Monday, June 24, 2013
NO OTHER WAY by Martha Smock
Friday, June 21, 2013
Here I am back at Geezers and Gals. What do I talk about?
I could tell you about the wakeup call I got with some heart issues last
month, but I don’t want a lot of comments about hanging in there and to get
well. Instead I want to encourage others that are in my predicament.
You see I just turned 51 and have put on a lot of weight and
I am sure that there are many out there that have put on a few more pounds as
they have gotten older. Now I have done a lot of reading up on different diets
and fads and found one thing to be true. Fads don’t work. There are many that
will take off weight very quickly… bad move! Here is what I am doing and just
maybe it will help someone out there also. BUT before you start any regimen
please talk to your doctor to make sure it is safe for you.
The main goal… two to
three pounds a week will stay off longer than ten pounds a week.
The first thing I found is control. Portion control is what
I am speaking of. Many people like me grew up that leaving food was a bad
thing. Now leaving you plate when you are full is very important, but if you
start out with the right portions then you are less likely to overeat in the
first place. I have found from the dieticians that a deck of cards is your
friend. All your portions should be about the size of a deck.
The next big thing is to get some form of exercise. Even if
you exercise in your chair you will burn some calories. But a nice slow walk
around the neighborhood works great. You don’t have to join a big gym to lose
The bottom line is to stick to your guns. Use three words I
love… Faith, Focus, and Patience. It won’t happen in one day.
BTW… I have lost eight pounds in six weeks and keeping
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
So it's the second day of summer vacation and you suddenly hear something that makes you want to smack the wall.
It's your kid and she stands there in front of you and whines, "I'm bored!"
What?! You are certain that your child has taken up a new language, one you don't quite understand.
"I'm bored." With a pair of sad eyes focused on you, she slumps into an armchair, looking like she just might cry.
Your blood boils, your blood pressure rises and you sputter, "What? How? Why?"
There are three reactions parents have when the words "I'm bored" are said to them by an offspring.
First, looming large, is their reaction of guilt. Oh, no, parents think. What is wrong with me? I haven't provided enough for my child. If we had more money then she would be able to go to that wildlife camp in Alaska and have the time of her life. If I wasn't working a fifty-hour week, I could take her to the mall every day. If only . . .
The next reaction parents hold after hearing this line and feeling guilty is one of complete disbelief. "How can you be bored?" asks the mother who is working two jobs to support her family and wishing for just an hour to sit and do nothing. This mother would almost sell her gift certificate for the nail salon just for the opportunity to feel bored (but not quite because her nails are nasty and she would like to have them looking nice in case she does ever get the chance to lie on the beach and do absolutely nothing). "How can you be bored?" this mother repeats as visions of what she'd love to find time to do dance through her head.
Which brings us to the final reaction parents have and perhaps the best one. "You're bored." Calmly stated. No rise in tone of voice or blood pressure. "Good. This is a time for you to learn that from boredom comes creativity." And the father or mother goes into a long discourse about when he or she was a teen and experienced this so-called boredom during the lazy days of summer.
One mother I know well has even been known to say to her children, "Being bored is not at all a bad thing. Growing up in Japan away from all my American friends in a remote area, I learned how to handle my boredom. I learned to cook, to write stories, and my brother and I even invented our own radio show. We called it Talk a Mile a Minute and recorded each episode on a cassette recorder. It was a spoof on the Japanese radio shows that promised music but talked more than they played music." (This particular mother's teen-aged children are so sure she is wacko that they would rather be bored to tears than listen to her go on about those old days. They silently recant to their rooms.)
So this summer, when your kids say they are bored, say, "Good. You will appreciate what you gain from this experience when you are older. This is the time to discover the artist within, the writer, the reader, the dancer, and the chef." And if that doesn''t send your kids into a nirvana of happiness, then as a final line, it is perfectly okay to say, "There is a house to be painted, a car to be washed and a lawn to be mowed." Watch for their fearful faces before you hand them a bucket and then it is fine to ask, "Are you still so bored?"
And leave it at that.
Alice Wisler writes southern fiction from her home in North Carolina. She's the author of the novels RAIN SONG, HOW SWEET IT IS, HATTERAS GIRL and A WEDDING INVITATION from Bethany House and STILL LIFE IN SHADOWS from River North/Moody. Her newest devotional, GETTING OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING, is a companion through grief and loss. Thanks to the bored days of the summers of her youth in Japan, Alice learned to cook, write, fight with her younger brother and co-host the radio show, Talk a Mile a Minute. Check out her recent radio blogs and writing workshops.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
In 2011, Tom was selected as a semi-finalist in the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Genesis contest. He’s also been a two-time winner of MBT’s “Make Every Word Count Flash Fiction” contest. His debut novel, Dark Eyes, Deep Eyes, is available through WestBow Press, Amazon, BARNES & NOBLE, and other retail outlets.
He currently writes from his home in Richland Center, Wisconsin, and serves as the pastor of three rural Wisconsin churches. He posts articles at his website, A Curious Band of Others, and is a regular contributor to Geezer Guys and Gals.
Tom has spoken in churches across America, and in Europe, Asia, and the Middle East.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Over the past two years, I’ve had occasion to become involved with a group of traditional Amish in our Pennsylvania county. They’ve done some work for me, and I’ve done some work for them, and it’s been a delightful association.
Of course, I also see that the men and women work long hours to accomplish the same tasks we can do in minutes, thanks to our machinery, grocery stores, and dare I say it, Wal-Mart.
We visited one day when it was noodle-making time. Two long tables were covered in white paper and small piles of hand-cranked noodles graced every few inches, drying in the sun. The Cabana Boy and I were both fascinated with the small pasta making device and just watched in amazement. Could we do that? Sure. But where would we find time for so much else that has taken over our lives?
(We are growing our own sprouts and baking our own granola. It’s a start.)
Our family is too hopelessly tech-i-fied at this point, I’m afraid, to ever consider a switch to the Amish life. The Cabana Boy’s head would explode away from his cable modem line, and I’m so entrenched in the word processor and Internet at this point, it’s the only place my girls can find me on a regular basis. A life without cartoons for my scripted ones? Perish the thought.
Our friends in the community are generous to a fault. Whenever we stop out, we never leave without a basket of fresh fruit, or a crisp cookie for the children.
Imagine our surprise recently when we uncovered the plate sent home with us to reveal–pizza?
Pondering this earth-shaking revelation as we headed home, we considered what other modern wonders might still be hidden behind those painted Amish doors.
Are there hand-whipped mango-peach protein pack smoothies shared by giggling girls in the larders? Do the elders sit on the porch of an evening by candlelight with hand ground lattes and biscotti? Are there…briefcases?
Some things we’ll never know. It could be better that way.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Confession time: I am. Or least most of the time. I love rising and knowing I've got a whole lovely day ahead of me. Fresh and brand new, ready for me to go at it with renewed strength and vigor.
I didn't use to be that way. I liked (and still do on occasion) staying up late, then catching up on my sleep in the morning, although I've NEVER EVER been one of those who can sleep in till all hours. Sorry, that's not me.
Let me tell you what I like about the early mornings:
The misty dawn sliding up over the hill tops. We live in the hills--not mountains--hills. I don't know if there's anything more lovely than waking and seeing that beautiful blue-gray mist hanging over a valley.
Then there's the animals. They waken, and those dependent on us for their nurture--come bounding--big and small alike--awake and crying out for their sustenance of the day.
"Feed me, feed me!" the spoiled animals say.
And we caring humans bow to their demands. Their innocent and loyal faces ready and waiting patiently--or impatiently--whatever the case.
I love the dew on the summer grass, getting my toes wet or my nose when I bend to smell the roses. I love the new soft layers of snow--untouched and clean from the night's storm.
I like starting anew with a fresh aspect on the day. Sometimes it only takes a nighttime to clear my brain of a confusing fog of hesitation, to know what to do about a situation. I like starting my writing of the day with the new idea that came to me in the night.
I love the sleepy sound of birds beginning their morning songs. I like the sound of my coffee dripping into its pot. I like the tingle of coldness on a winter day before the house warms enough to take away the crispness. I like the patter of rain drops on my roof and on my umbrella when I dash around in it.
Now you can see why I titled this meander what I did. It's because I thank God for mornings.
Carole Brown's debut novel, The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman (a semi-finalist in the ACFW Genesis contest), releases September 2013. She's also published several children's stories. She blogs at http://sunnebnkwrtr.blogspot.com/ and at http://www.barndoorbookloft.net/ . She's a reviewer at the Suspense Zone and helps out at the ACFWBookclub. Besides being a member of ACFW, she also belongs to many writing groups, the Central Ohio Fiction Writers, Sisters in Crime, Romance Writers of America, and is the founder of the Circle of Pens where she mentors beginning writers. Connect with her on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/
She and her husband have ministered nationally and internationally and enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?
Friday, June 7, 2013
Hartline Literary Agent, Diana Flegal is GGG guest today
and reminds us of old favorites.
Reprinted from Hartline blog by permission of author
It is officially summer and it is heating up here in Asheville. Yesterday while running an errand I passed my local East Asheville Library. Impulsively I made a u-turn and pulled up to the front door.
There is just something about summer and books for me. I believe it is because some of my fondest memories were summer days when walks with my mother ended at the library, where I would check out a weeks worth of books and we would carry them home. After completing my chores, I'd lie on a blanket in the back yard or under my canopy bed with a book. Nancy Drew's and a Nurse Mystery series with a mystery solving female, Cindy Ames, were my companions.
Nancy Drew is a fictional character in a mystery fiction series created by publisher Edward Stratemeyer. The character first appeared in 1930; the books have been ghostwritten by a number of authors and are published under the collective pseudonym Carolyn Keene. Over the decades the character has evolved in response to changes in US culture and tastes. The books were extensively revised, beginning in 1959
Cherry Ames is the central character in a series of 27 mystery novels with hospital settings published by Grosset & Dunlap between 1943 and 1968.The series stars a job-hopping, mystery-solving nurse in the Nancy Drew mold, named Cherry Ames. Cherry joins the Army Nurse Corps, and, after the war, she moves to Greenwich Village. Whenever Cherry isn't working with the Visiting Nurse Service, Dr. Joe sends her on assignments in various parts of the country.
Yesterday I choose a new mystery author, Laura Childs and her Tea Shop Mystery series title, Oolong Dead as well as Maeve Binchy's, Heart and Soul. Maeve is a fav author of mine that passed away last year. I will miss her new titles, but know I will revisit many of my favorites again.
I feel guilty. Just a little.
I have a client manuscript I need to finish and submissions on my desk, but I will manage to carve out some evening reading- I must. After all it is summertime!
What is in your reading stack?
Diana Flegal is a literary agent with Hartline Literary Agency.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
I am single, live in Fort Worth TX and have three grown children and five grands.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Not Waylon, no way. To look at him back about 1950, someone new to town would swear that Waylon was a bum. He shaved whenever he thought of it, dressed in the same ratty-tatty clothes with his shirt held together with leather laces, and was famous for loving the married ladies around town and then leaving them with their mouths hanging open. Decades later, some of them were still talking about his “visits.”
Now Waylon had his own way of doing things. He and his friend went down to