Inquire, Inspire, Aspire
I first started writing this blog ten years ago, because I was told I needed an online platform for my first published book. Little did I know how much I’d enjoy blogging.
Since the book was a short story memoir anthology, for the blog I decided to write little anecdotes about life. One of the stories in the book was/is about my adventure in learning how to cook. So, I added a recipes page. It’s been a while since I posted a recipe, so I thought I’d share one again.
Imagine you lost memories of part of your life. You remember being a child and growing to an adult age, and you remember the last three years of your life, but you have no memories from twenty years in between.
That’s sort of how I feel. No, I wasn’t in a coma, didn’t have a stroke, and do not have amnesia.
Continue reading “Missing Twenty-Five Years”
Thank you for reading my blog. Yes, you who are reading this right now. I have benefited from the support in this blogging community and would like to give support in return by offering a once per month guest post.
Life is so difficult these days, isn’t it? I mean, they had it so much easier years ago.
My mom has only lived in two places since I was born … the house I was raised in, and the house she moved to after I left the nest.
The recipe I planned to put on this post today is perfectly fitting for what we experienced in the Midwest this weekend.
I’m waiting for the PROOF of my paperback novel, Whit’s End, to make sure it all looks good. I can’t wait to share it. For now, I’ll tell you a little about my winter experience from over the weekend.
I’m putting up a quick blog post just to let everyone know not to miss this last day my short story memoir anthology, Home Avenue is free. To get it, click on the book cover or the above link. Anyone who has already downloaded and read it, I’d greatly appreciate a review on Amazon and Goodreads.
Note: The above offer ended November 26th. The below sale ends November 28th. Both books ARE available on Amazon though.
Also, don’t miss the the special introductory offer price of .99 cents for my novel, Whit’s End. This special price lasts through Sunday. Reviews would be great for that one too.
I’m excited to learn what you all think of Ava and Meg’s simple yet complicated family 
lives. Simple, because these are real people living out every day lives, going to work, raising children, paying bills. Complicated, because their family relationships are all screwed up. Ava seems to be forever trying to fix things, while everyone else continues to live in their comfortable misery.
So, get them on special while you can. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your weekend.
I hope everyone is enjoying family, friends, feast and some fine goodies. May those who don’t celebrate this American holiday be blessed as well.
I just finished making pumpkin cookies for Thanksgiving treats.
I finally did it. I published my novel, Whit’s End.
NOTE: The special offers in this post have expired, but please do check out these books and see if they are something you’d like to read.
I haven’t done any substantial writing in <gasp> about 20 months, other than some poems, blogging, and editing my work. In May 2015 we moved across country and rented a townhouse until we could find a home to buy. So, we never really got settled.
While I’m working on getting my novel, Whit’s End, published, I’d like to talk about memories. How do we remember certain times in our lives?
There is a curse upon our feet!
You’d think the stories I told about injured feet before were enough, but no, fate has brought me more.
About every four to six posts, WordPress does not deposit my new post in their Reader for followers to see. From what I could tell, my September 12th post did not go into the Reader, at least not on that day. Since I posted an important accomplishment, and few people visited, I’m re-posting. I apologize to those of you who came over to read this already. Thank you in advance for your support.
P.S. Would love some reviews on Amazon or Goodreads or both.
I finally did it!
This is the second installment of a day in the kitchen with mom. Only this time, it was our other mom.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.
My husband has asked me to write about a subject near and dear to his heart … to both of our hearts.
When I posted my views from a morning walk and views from an evening walk, I showed photos from my neighborhood stroll with the dog. Many people commented about the nice area where I lived, but I’m going to let you in on our dirty little secrets … literally.
Lori's Lane 