*low-altitude recipe* 1 lb. dried black-eyed peas Salt pork (1- or 2-inch piece) 1 med. diced onion 2 cloves fresh garlic pulp (don’t slice) 1 stalk celery, sliced ¼ to ½ cup carrots cut into small chunks (optional) 1 can Rotel diced tomatoes and green chilies. For slightly spicy,…
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Did early Americans invent embroidery to make samplers and decorate hope-chest items for hopeful young ladies waiting to become wives and mothers? Hardly! The art of embroidery started in China thousands of years ago. China began to weave silk from silkworm cocoon fibers about 5,000 years ago. Producing silk fabrics and silk threads inspired the…
These days, it’s popular to think of oneself as a “Rule Breaker” … a “Rebel;” and, to some extent, that’s fun and exciting. Truthfully, where can we as writers hedge and when must the rules be doggedly followed in order to be accepted by the readership we’re trying to reach? Grammar and Punctuation Ironclad I…
If ever an Ellipsis were to run for President, what would be the platform? No more dot-to-space-ratio lawlessness, of course! Yet, enforcing the Ellipses Laws may be trickier than a politician practicing magic tricks. The underground world of ellipses No punctuation mark is more misunderstood or misused (might I suggest “abused?”) than the humble ellipsis. What’s…
Old-Fashioned Version 2 cups sifted flour 3 tsp. baking powder ¼ tsp. salt 1 cup sugar ½ cup lard (shortening) 3 eggs, separated. Put egg whites in the refrigerator. ¾ cup milk 1 tsp. vanilla Sift flour, baking powder and salt three times. Work shortening with spoon until fluffy. Add sugar gradually. Continue to…
*All grammatical errors intentional* 1933. December 24, 7:30 p.m. If I wanted Doodles to sleep warm as buttered biscuits, I’d have to do some more quilt tucking. I pressed it in good and tight all along her side and under her chin. There. Now she wouldn’t shiver in her sleep or roll off to the…
Right off the bat, I need to let you know that I haven’t conducted a Gallup Poll about who does and doesn’t read romance novels. I’m not basing my opinion on any audience measurement, or public-opinion tallies or anything else quite so snooty-wooty. My theory evolved accidently. I truly didn’t expect it. Flashback: Long ago.…
Personally, I don’t see how we can survive these days without the Land of Ish. I mean, think about it. You’re due in a meeting at work at a certain time, say nine o’clock. You did everything you should have done to be there on time – got up early, out the door on time,…
At times, my writing focus is about as clear as swamp water. Sometimes I inadvertently go on a writing sabbatical. Things get in the way. When the “match” goes out, it’s like getting a D.C. politician to tell the truth challenging to restart the flame. For example, recently: There I sat. Alone in my office. Staring. Staring some…
Verella awoke to the sound of her wrist ringing. Her wrist wasn’t really ringing, but the compact instrument strapped to it demanded her attention in a screechy, nagging tenor. “Yes?” she whispered groggily, pushing her RESpond button. Her other hand rubbed her temple to quell the throbbing inside her head. “Verella? Great! I caught you…