Laughter Lifts the Heart
Several years into it, and this blog still refuses to be categorized. It's eclectic and includes everything from writing posts to snippets from my ordinary life.
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Ride to the Altar
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A Southern Season: Four Stories from a Front Porch Swing
Skydiving to Love: a Novella
The Cat Lady’s Secret
Writing in Obedience
Tag Archives: cats
Western Wisdom: Hard work and faith in God got me yet another Winning novel for the Circle Bar Ranch series–and I’ve been promoting Ride to the Altar like crazy this week! If you haven’t been keeping up with me, scroll down and … Continue reading
Today on the tour, I share with fellow author, Cecilia Marie Pulliam, a lesson I learned from my cats, Cuddlebug and PB. Critters have such amazing personalities, and I believe God uses them to teach their human owners a thing or … Continue reading
Cuddlebug is mad at me. Because of a thyroid condition, she has to eat special food–but she doesn’t know that. She just knows that PB gets to eat in the living room from a fancy earthenware bowl that gets whipped … Continue reading
The tiny town of Dogwood, Texas, has its share of homeless and feral felines, and Millie has taken it upon herself to get every last one of them off the streets and in a home. Until she can find a … Continue reading
This is Belle sleeping. Such a sweet sight. But just moments ago, she was standing in the kitchen, yodeling in her “I’ve got a present for you!” voice. I tense every time I hear that voice. My immediate response is, … Continue reading
Each of my three cats have different personalities. Belle, the oldest, is laid-back and fearless. She’s quiet, rarely complains, and wants to be wherever I am–especially if I am in the kitchen. Her favorite place there is between my feet. … Continue reading
This little girl is around seventeen years old. Her name is Belle, and don’t let her age fool you–she’s a mighty huntress. Or she was until 2007 when, after two consecutive years of battling fleas inside my home, I sentenced … Continue reading
The temperature was in the high 70s when I got up yesterday and the skies were darker than usual in the pre-dawn hours. By eight a.m., the air outside was a wet, heavy 80 degrees. Storm’s a-brewin’. And before long, it … Continue reading