Yesterday morning I poured in water and measured beans into my favorite kitchen appliance: the Grind ‘N’ Brew coffee maker. There’s nothing quote as fabulous as the sound of grinding beans in the morning. Except for maybe the smell of that delicious brew percolating and filling the carafe. Well, it happens that hubby has been collecting…
The One and Only Author: Emily Giffin © 2014 Publisher: Ballantine Books Genre: Literary & Fiction Subgenre: Women’s Fiction, Domestic Life Reviewer: Sara Synopsis: Shea Rigsby, a thirty-something Texan, who lives and breathes football. She works for her Alma Mater and favorite team, Walker. Her boyfriend, Miller, is a former Walker quarterback and her best friend…
A few weeks back during one my far too frequent trips to the vet, I noticed a poster. “K9 Adventure Race!” it advertised. A local company organized a race at the local police SWAT training facility. Cool. The race is actually part of a fundraiser for an organization, which provides service dogs to wounded and recovering veterans. Interesting race,…
Frog and Toad All Year Author: Arthur Lobel © 1976 Publisher: Harper & Row Genre: Children’s Books Subgenre: Friendship, Animals, Frog & Toad, Beginner Readers Reviewer: Sara Reviewer: Sara Synopsis: Four tales of best friends, a frog and a toad, as they share many adventures, meals and holidays through the seasons of the year.…
Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…
Calico Joe Author: John Grisham (© 2012 by Belfry Holdings, Inc) Publisher: Bantam Genre: Literature & Fiction Sub-genre: Sports, Coming of Age, Family Saga Reviewer: Sara Synopsis: Summer, 1973. The baseball season would prove unforgettable: Joe Castle, a quiet man from small-town Calico Rock with a mighty swing, rose from the minors on…
You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…
I’ll start this post with a sage piece of unsolicited advice…for EVERYONE. Keep only those things you are comfortable knowing someone else (a child, a spouse, a well-meaning friend, relative or neighbor) may see. If you choose to forego this advice and keep say, a racy picture, a journal, raunchy magazines, some scandalous letters or a…
One night a few weeks ago, Big Dude made his way into my room a little after 2 a.m. There had been an incident. Hubby was away on a business trip, so I shook off the confusion from my middle-of-the-night sleep disruption and hustled Big Dude to the bathroom. One bath and a striped bed later, we made our…
I’d say make it strong…better yet, this week, you might want to add some adult flavoring. If we were having coffee, I’d sit quietly a lot. My smiles would be fewer. I’d struggle mightly against tears and tidal waves of sadness. If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my mother died on Thursday. And I would…
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