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The holiday season is nearly upon us. Anyone else freaking out? This year I feel a lot of pressure to make the holidays, and Christmas especially, the best ever because…well…because there won’t be Christmas next year for us. No Christmas trees. No Christmas decorations. No Christmas baking. Next December, for us, will be filled with the excitement and stress of moving to a new state and a new duty station for my military husband. So, the clock is ticking, and the list is growing to make this year one to remember. I’ve already snuck in and hid some presents in the garage (shhh….don’t tell my kids) and bought tickets to a real-life Polar Express experience on a steam train. Hot chocolate, pajamas, and a book come to life? Yes, please!

But even with the added pressure and knowing our holidays will look different next year, I’m thankful because our family will still be together. And that just may not be the case in future years as I know it’s not this year for many military families. So, even if you find your turkey dry, an ugly sweater waiting for you under the tree, or a bit of drama with the in-laws, give your loved ones an extra hug.

If you’d like to support the troops who will not be able to be with their families over the holidays and brighten their day even a little by sending them a card, check out the Operation Christmas Cards for Troops Overseas Facebook page at




Sarah Monzon is a Navy chaplain’s wife and a stay at home mom to the two cutest littles in the world. Playing pretend all day with them isn’t enough, she spends the evenings after their heads hit the pillow to create her own imaginary characters. When she isn’t in the world of make believe, she can be found in the pine forests of western Washington taking care of her family, fostering friendships, and enjoying all the adventures each day brings.

Her debut novel, The Isaac Project, skyrocketed to Amazon bestseller status while her Sophomore book, Finders Keepers, won the 2017 SELAH award for contemporary romance.




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Mamaw Avon’s Pink Stuff


Southerners love their “get-togethers,” especially if the holidays and food are involved. My husband Danny’s family is no exception. Though his mother, Mamaw Avon, now lives in her heavenly residence, her bright smile and recipes live on. Thanksgiving meant turkey, Christmas meant ham, and for both holidays, she made cherry fluff, or as we called it, pink stuff.


On Thanksgiving Day, we’d wake early to the smell of the turkey which had baked all night. “Dressing,” which is a southern-type of cornbread stuffing, was tasted and re-tasted to get the spices just right. Vegetables were cooked and the house filled quickly with family and friends bearing casseroles and cake plates brimming with delectable dishes. The pink stuff was mixed together and chilled before the start of our late afternoon celebration.

The large crowd would be quieted before we’d give thanks to God for His abundant goodness, then to the feasting. Most of us ate our pink stuff with the meal, but a few would save a bowlful for desert later. The left-overs brought us all together for several days thereafter and the fun would begin all over again.


Yield: 10 servings

1 can cherry pie filling

1 small can crushed pineapple, drained

12 oz. Cool Whip

1 can sweetened condensed milk

1 cup miniature marshmallows

½ cup pecans, finely chopped


Mix all ingredients in large bowl; mix well. Pour in decorative bowl and refrigerate for one hour.




Jennifer Hallmark writes Southern fiction and fantasy, an interesting combination that keep the creative juices flowing. She’s published 200+ internet articles and interviews, short stories in several magazines, and has co-authored three book compilations.

When she isn’t babysitting grandkids or gardening, you can find her at her desk writing fiction or working on one of her two blogs. Or even watching American Ninja Warrior.







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Author Confessions: When Social Media Is NOT My Comfort Zone


Everywhere you look there are blog posts, webinars, online courses and websites all shouting the same message: Join social media! Engage, connect, network! Build your audience! Everyone says that authors must navigate the social media waters to be successful. Is this true?

Well, unless you happen to be a celebrity or are gifted with a giant promotional push from a publisher…then probably yes, if you hope to reach a wider audience.

And herein lies the problem: many writers are introverts. They like having the computer screen between them and the world, thank you very much. They don’t want to get involved in every newfangled social media platform, or blog with no idea what to say, or try to find an ‘in’ on a site when it seems like everyone knows each other already.

When it’s been decades since you’ve had to walk the playground and make friends, the idea of entering a giant online cocktail party can be hive-inducing. So what is a writer to do when they feel they are not suited for social networking or are simply terrified by the very idea of it?


Stay Within Your Comfort Zone

If the idea of social networking is overwhelming, pick something contained and more likely to be in your comfort zone. Forums may feel less intimidating than the biggies of socialization like Twitter or Facebook. In a forum, rather than being bombarded by hundreds of people, interaction is more intimate. Joining conversations in a forum (either with other writers to network, or on focused topics that tie into your book’s audience) will put you together with only a few people at once, and the topic is focused. You can learn, share and make friends at a slower pace.

If you want to find your potential readers, run a google search for a subject of interest that ties into your book. Chances are, if you like it enough to write about it, there’s a forum for it somewhere. If you’re struggling to know who your audience is, read this post. You can also search Goodreads, and look for discussions about books that are similar to your own that you’ve read. This is a good way to start a relationship with people through discussion on something you all enjoy.


Become A Lurker

Rather than be pressured into jumping into the fray, do some lurking. Think about the blogs you visit for book research, the ones that will help you improve your writing and marketing, and other blogs that tie into your interests. Read the comments so you can understand how people engage.

Check out how other writers interact on Twitter by searching up some hashtags like #writersroad #ontheporch or #writechat. See what they share and click on some profiles to find people who interest you. Run searches for your interests. If you like cycling, you’re not alone. Try #Cycling in twitter search. If your book is for dragon lovers, search for #Dragons and you’re sure to find fans.

If you have Facebook, check out a few groups! Again, search by interest to find groups that have interests or passions that tie into your book in some way.







Dip Your Toe In…On A Trial Basis

If you did some lurking and found a social networking medium that seemed like it could be within your comfort zone, then step in, slowly. Reach out and share a bit–it can be things that inspire you, what you find funny, or something about writing (if you want to connect with other writers for support and community).

Friend or follow a few people and comment on what they share. If you’re looking to connect with your direct book audience, then share content that you know they will enjoy (as it ties right in with topics you touch on in your books). Soon, conversations will start and you’ll be off to the races. If you find you enjoy it, great! And if not, then you can walk away, wiser for trying. Just be authentic and open – be yourself!

Social Networking can seem intimidating at first. Some worry it will chew up all their writing time and that they need to be everywhere to be successful–Twitter, Blogs, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr and more. Honestly it is much better for you to choose one or two and do them well than scatter yourself across all networks. And remember, YOU are in control. Engage as much or as little as time allows. Writing should come first.


What tips would you share with people looking to start using social media but who are a bit nervous about it? Let us know in the comments!



ANGELA ACKERMAN is a writing coach, international speaker, and co-author of six bestselling resources including The Emotion Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide to Character Expression. A proud indie author, her books are available in six languages, are sourced by universities, and used by novelists, screenwriters, editors, and psychologists around the world. Angela is also the co-founder of the popular site, Writers Helping Writers ®, as well as One Stop For Writers ®, an innovative online library filled with unique tools to help writers elevate their storytelling.








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My Fiction Fantasy Vacation

Earlier this year, Carrie shared her Bookish Places Bucket List over at Reading Is My Superpower, and it got me to thinking of all the book-related places I’ve dreamed of visiting. So I asked myself, “If money grew on trees and I could spend one year visiting any and as many of those places as I like, where would I go?” The result was my fiction fantasy vacation:

First stop would have to be Prince Edward Island since I’ve been dreaming of visiting L.M. Montgomery’s Green Gables since I was a little girl.

Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice raved so beautifully of the countryside in Derbyshire it would seem almost sinful not to include it in my fiction fantasy vacation. From Chatsworth to Stanage Edge, there is much to see and do in this beautiful part of England.

Photo from PeriodDramas.com


It may be cliche, but some of my favorite historical romances have taken place along the Oregon Trail. Therefore, I would love the opportunity to retrace or reenact the experience of those brave pioneers (not forgetting the tragedies that went along with this westward expansion). In a perfect world, I could travel back in time and actually join a wagon train for the entire length of the journey – bringing with me my modern medicines and a magical helicopter that could instantly transport me to a very modern hospital in the case of emergency, of course. Barring that, I’d love to do something like the tour outlined here and then take part in a reenactment such as this one.

After my last pick, it will hardly come as a surprise that I also enjoy a well-written cowboy romance. So of course, my fantasy vacation needs to include the closest thing this city girl can get to actual ranching experience:  a dude ranch! Only I’m just crazy enough not to want to simply hang out at a ranch and maybe ride a horse or two. I actually want to muck stalls, drive cattle, groom horses and maybe even learn to lasso. That’s easy, right? Well, whatever the case, I figure one of the top 50 working ranch vacation places listed HERE ought to suit my fancy.

Those horns are soft, right?


I’ll probably be all tuckered out after my stay at the ranch. What better way to recharge than a nice long train ride? Yep. I like a good train romance, too. Although I don’t think it is possible to get the full ash-in-your-face, week-long-travel-on-a-hard-wooden-bench experience, these days, I would like to experience traveling from New York to San Francisco by rail. And perhaps while I’m riding, I’ll travel back in time by reading the “first-person” contemporary accounts available HERE.

Then, to round off my vacation, I’ll test my seafaring skills by learning to crew a gold-rush era replica schooner off the coast of my hometown, San Diego.

What do you think? Would you enjoy coming along on my fantasy fiction vacation? What would your fantasy fiction vacation include?



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This post and all images originally appeared on Kathleen’s blog in August last year:




Kathleen Denly writes stories to entertain, encourage, and inspire readers toward a better understanding of our amazing God and how He sees us. She enjoys finding the lesser known pockets of history and bringing them to life through the joys and struggles of her characters.

Sunny southern California, a favorite setting in her stories, is also her home. She lives there with her loving husband, four young children, two cats, and too many fish to count. As a member of the adoption and foster community, children in need are a cause dear to her heart and she finds they make frequent appearances in her stories.





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Faith. It’s a little word, but holds powerful meaning. People have faith in different things, but often find that they cannot count on the things they have faith in. It could be a family member, best friend, boss, even a church member. These are just people though. They are bound to make mistakes, break promises, and let you down at one point or another, sometimes through no fault of their own. Our Heavenly Father, however, will never let us down. We may not always like what He has to say, but we can have faith that He knows what is best, and will never let us down.

I recently went through a test of faith with the Lord – and boy, did He test me. I have a fifteen year old daughter who is interested in missions. Has been for a few years actually, but I always assumed her interest would go away. Don’t get me wrong – I love and support missionaries. But MY daughter? My one and only child going to who knows what country, for who knows how long? Yeah, I’m not sure my heart can take that.


Have faith.


These words have been whispered in my ears for a few years now. I ignored it at first. I wasn’t ready to let her go. Then came the good news – our minister and his wife made arrangements to take Caitlin to stay with a missions family our church supports in Mexico. Mexico. The place that seems to be the crime capital of the world.


Have faith.


Boy did I put on a good front. I pretended to be so excited and happy for Caitlin, and honestly part of me really was happy for her. I mean, what young woman in today’s world decides at such an early age that they are interested in serving the Lord in this way? But Mexico? I mean why couldn’t she be going to somewhere in the US?


Have faith.


There were those pesky words again. I heard them over and over during the planning stages. I prayed for the Lord to give me wisdom and comfort. I prayed that if this was truly what He wanted, to make things so smooth in the planning stages that it was obvious this was His will. Guess what? Everything came together so easy and so quickly that God was sending a clear message to me. Know what that message was? Yep – I needed to have faith.

You see, as a mother you are very protective of your children. You want them to grow and succeed, as long as it’s right there beside you where you can catch them when they fall. I am probably overprotective – anyone who knows me tends to point that out. So to allow my daughter to go to Mexico without me was going to be a HUGE step. But I needed faith. I trust the Lord with so many things in my life, why was I struggling to trust Him with my daughter?


Have faith.


The bible tells us in in Matthew 17:20 that we need only faith the grain of mustard seed. When you put it in perspective, it’s not all that much. So….I decided to give it my best. I was going to be a woman/mother of faith, and was going to walk around knowing that my daughter was safe in the arms of my Heavenly Father. It didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen over time. Let me say this – the Lord is great at bringing us closer to Him. As much as this trip was for Caitlin, it was for me. I needed to learn to let her go. I needed to learn that she will still be okay even if she’s not in the same county as me, or the same country for that matter. I needed to learn that I’ll be okay too. Most of all, I needed to learn to have faith.

The day she left I prayed harder than I have ever prayed in my entire life. Talk about getting closer to the Lord – I was with Him all day long. Amazingly (but not shocking to the Lord) they arrived safely and had absolutely no problems at any of the airports or going through customs. Caitlin kept in contact with me throughout the week, and I continued my contact with the Lord through prayer. When she was back home, safe in my arms, I kind of blew a sigh of relief. But it was only a little one. For you see, I wasn’t as worried the day she came home as I was the day she left. My faith in the Lord had grown and multiplied, and I knew without the shadow of a doubt that He would keep her safe.

You’ll never guess what the message at church was on the Sunday after they returned…….

Yep, faith. Having faith that the Lord will provide. Having faith that the Lord will take care of us. Having faith enough to give your daughter to the Lord, and trusting Him for her life. Okay, our minister didn’t say those words, but God did. Straight to my heart.


Have faith.


I challenge you today – if there is something in your life that you are stressing over, give it to the Lord. Have faith that He will take care of it for you, whatever it is. Trust me, when you do finally let go, you will feel a HUGE weight lift off your shoulders. Won’t you allow the Lord to ease your burdens?






Jessica Baker lives Central NY with her husband, teenage daughter, beagle and cat. She loves Jesus, her family and her church. She is a wife, mother, church youth group leader, and avid reader.  She loves cooking and baking for family and friends in her spare time.

Jessica’s love for reading began as a young child when her grandmother read her the book Teeny Tiny Woman. In fact, most of the books she read as a child were given to Jessica by her grandmother, to whom she is eternally grateful for encouraging her to read. Today Jessica has a diverse taste in Christian books, ranging from Amish to dystopian, historic to contemporary, and everywhere in between.

Jessica loves sharing her passion for reading with others, and connecting readers with authors. In addition to her blog, she provides support in managing street teams, proofreading, beta reading, copy edits, and assisting authors in any way that she can.











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“Maybe you have to know the darkness to truly appreciate the light.” —Madeline L’Engle


Bonjour. My name is Simone Bishop. I’ve been invited to tell you all about my day, and I must say I’m a tad baffled. There’s nothing special about me. I’m an ordinary woman, living an ordinary life. Rather like any other woman of my station in 1914.


I suppose, though, that recent events have shed light on my, er, shall we say, conflicted life. And as such, have also piqued interest in what my days are like.


To begin, Yeto and I have settled in Russellville, not far from Pearl and Rolf. Our Rowan has just had his first birthday, and I must say the bulk of my day is chasing after him. If anyone had thought I’d have a nanny or governess, they were wrong; as it turned out, no one thought such. I’ve been apart from my family for so long, nothing will come between me and them again, especially my children.


Cece is five now, and she reads her stories the same as her namesake. She’s quite introspective, that one—just as my dear friend Mercedes.


As for my days. Ro awakens the house with the roosters. Not that we have roosters, as we are in the town. He is a monkey, climbing on anything—not so unlike me, I suppose, when I was a child. We’ve had to barricade the stairs at the top, as his crib does not contain him. Most mornings I awaken to him sitting on the floor next to our bed. On his papá’s side, of course. Yeto is a remarkable man, and takes our son to change him and dress him, then takes him downstairs with him while he cooks our breakfast. Leaving me to get dressed, and get Cece dressed. She, too, awakens early, but so different to her brother, she waits in her room with her books or her dollies until I come to get her dressed. She is at least like me regarding her hair; she does not like any fuss with her hair, and I have, in fact, had it recently cut.


We enjoy a grand breakfast—my Yeto is a superb chef—before he leaves for his new restaurant, Bishop House Restaurant. On sunny days, I take the children for a stroll to the park. Even at just a year, Ro resists riding in the pram. He has climbed out on more than one occasion, most recently in the middle of the street with an auto fast approaching. I have deferred to fastening a harness about his waist and chest that is attached to a short cord. I feel as though I’m walking one of the dogs, but if it keeps my child safe, c’est la vie. On rainy days we go to the library instead. Wherever we go, Cece pushes her own tiny little pram with her favorite dolly, Dorothy, so named for the little girl in her favorite book, The Emerald City of Oz. Cece tucks her Dorothy under a pink satin blanket. Ro, of course, carries his wooden train engine everywhere we go, proclaiming to everyone who passes by, “Choo! Choo! Choo!” And quite loudly, too.


After lunch, I put the children down for their naps, and I must confess I was rather at a loss as to how to occupy my time. I’ve never been the reader like Mercedes or Pearl, and though I learned how to sew, I have neither the talent nor the skill our Scarlett has. Needlepoint and embroidery has never held interest for me. I much prefer being out, bustling about. Not so much climbing to the top of our Versailles, or the barn roof anymore, but visiting and tending laboring mothers. With the tumult of the past two years, though, I’ve hardly tended any births, and none since Rowan was born.


I have maintained correspondence with my friends in Saisons. I correspond quite frequently with Tante Vivienne and Papá and Mercedes and Scarlett. Papá, I’m happy to say, is doing famously. He is quite recovered from his madness, and is living in an apartment in the manor house. Violet is blissfully married and off on her wedding trip, and Suzi has not forsaken her passion for women’s suffrage, but has discovered a different passion—her strapping twin sons, Will and Georgie.


These past years have piqued a new interest for me, as well—mystery and intrigue. I have surprised myself by delving into some of Mercedes’ detective stories. But the biggest surprise to me of all, is that I have tried my hand at penning my own stories. I’m sure I’m no great judge of literature, but I must say I do rather like the stories I’ve put to paper. I have decided to send one to Mercedes under a nom de plume, Cyrus Woods.


Afternoons are spent in a variety of ways. We walk to Bishop’s at least once each week, and drive out to Pearl and Rolf’s farm. Bonnie is such a tiny girl compared to my Rowan, even though she’s a few weeks older. Cece has quite taken Bonnie under her wing, and leads her about like her own living dolly.


I’ve hired a piano instructor to give the children lessons. Of course, only Cece is learning just now. I remember afternoon tea quite fondly from my younger childhood years, and am teaching the tradition to Cece, though far less formal. I’ve made grand new friends here in Russellville, and we visit one another several times during the week. They all have small children and it makes for quite the boisterous and entertaining afternoons. We play croquet and tennis, or go riding on bicycles.


Yeto may own Bishop’s but he is no slave to it; he is there of a morning, overseeing luncheon preparations, and then through the afternoon doing what he loves best—cooking. And he does create the most divine dishes. Only two or three nights does he remain at work. The rest of the time, he is home to have supper with me and the children. I learned to cook when—well, never mind that. Suffice to say, I can prepare a fair meal. Still, we hired a cook and housekeeper to allow me more devoted time with the children. Hattie met Yeto’s standards, and we’ve not been disappointed with a meal yet.


I have also come to enjoy the piano, and have polished what feeble skills I ever did have. After dinner, we sit in the front room and Yeto tells me anecdotes of his day, and I regale him with the children’s antics. He sings to the children at bedtime, and once they are asleep, Yeto and I sit in the swing on the front porch, or we go for a stroll through the park. Hattie lives with us and she is happy to sit with Cece and Ro while we’re out.


Not so much an exciting life, but quite grand all in all. Quite grand for me, leastways, as I never imagined such a happy and normal life. I suppose my life now is far more an adventure than anything I ever dreamed as a child. Certainly, it’s more exhilarating even, than climbing to the top of Versailles.



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“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”



            * as written for http://readingismysuperpower.org/2018/06/16/guest-post-and-a-giveaway-robin-e-mason-the-seasons-series/


 “The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”



Have you ever wondered what authors do when they finish a new book? Well, I’m here to tell ya. For this author, at least.


Mentally, I crash. Well, physically, too. ‘Specially this last series—I mean, come ON! Four books in one year?!?!?!? What was I thinking?

Okay, okay, let me ‘splain. Writing is an intense journey, hard work and hard deadlines, even for Indies such as myself. Research and hyper attention to detail, especially for the OCD-er ones. (like moi) And when it’s over, it’s not unlike the release after a rigorous work-out. Or a hike up Mount Everest… Or childbirth. And there is post-authorum letdown, if not depression.

Truly, I feel rather at odds, staring at ALL.THE.THINGS I have neglected these past months. And in my case, this time at least, the ten days remaining (at the time this post goes live) before major surgery. Which, by the way, was deferred till after the writing got did.

So now that this story is finished, and wrapped up in a pretty cover, what does the author’s brain do? Why, we noodle around with notes and ideas for our next story, of course! Or stories, as the case may be.

In my case, I’ve two new series’ swarming around, both of which took root some years ago. Kid stories, something I’ve wanted to do for a while, and a mid-grade series for my granddaughters.


The notes from Seasons will soon be tucked away and replaced with notes for the next series, files on the laptop will be set up—truly, I’ve already started that endeavor.

But the non-writing stuff, that’s what’s begging my attention. Basic housekeeping #hangsheadinshame, neglected and languishing projects #Imanartisttoo, and the rearranging of furniture to accommodate post-surgery recovery.


Perhaps the hardest and yet sweetest won “task” is nothing. And by nothing I mean doing nothing. Truly, I adore sitting on my front porch, watching the trees be trees. Watching the birds flit about, and squabble. Watching the kids on my block ride their bikes as the race and carry on great adventures.


It feels strange, this sitting, half-idly, thinking about all the stuff to do and not having the stress and pressure to get it done. Methinks it’s part of the creative cycle, not so unlike a rigorous exercise routine. Warm up, bust it for a while, cool down; warm up, bust it for a while, cool down; warm up…


Not so unlike life in general. Our days fluctuate between work and family, obligation and pleasure, high pressure and down time.

That down time is rather like recovery after surgery. I failed to allow for that two years ago after my first knee replacement, and had to adjust my book deadline. This time, I’ve blocked out the rest of the summer for recovery. And reading. You didn’t think I’d be totally idle all those weeks, did you?

Even Father God takes a day of rest. And He’s God. He doesn’t get tired, He never slumbers or sleeps. But He is our example and He says to take a day of rest. Or two. Or ten. “Be still and know,” He says. Basically, rest. Chill out. You’ve done well, now it’s time to kick back and enjoy.

So, the aftermath of writing for this author? I be chillin’. I be kicked back. And I sure be enjoying.



““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”



““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”



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