Monthly Archives: February 2015

BROWNIES OR COOKIES? WHY CHOOSE?

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A friend described a recipe to me the other day and I tried my own spin on it.

My daughter calls them triple-layer brownies.

First, take your favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe and spread in the bottom of a greased 9X13 pan.  On top of that put a layer of oreos cookies.  I spread the cookies out so that they’re not touching.  Then, take your favorite brownie recipe (one that will fill a 9X9 or an 8X8 pan) and spread thinly over top, making sure that the cookies are covered.  Bake covered for half an hour at 350 degrees.  Then continue to bake uncover until top is dry.

This recipe I can make gluten free and dairy free.  Believe it or not there are gluten free brands of Oreos.

MORE WISDOM FROM A SIX-YEAR-OLD

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“This is my fun side,” my son said, pointing to the left half of his face.  And then after pointing to his right, he says, “And this is my bad side.”

Um, I’m noticing he’s not saying anything about a “good” side.

UP AND READY TO WRITE

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I have a working climax.  Now to polish it and on to the last two chapters.

Haven’t been able to Blog Much

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Sorry about that, folks.  The chronic illnesses have been dragging me down and school’s been out.  Hoping to catch up on things this weekend.

THE MIRROR LASTING

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When I look in the mirror lasting, I see a landscape,

Where death has not walked and sanity leaves no footprint.

Stars cut the mountains and the horizon bleeds.

So shines the mirror lasting,

Through which the dark things feed.

ANOTHER EPISODE FROM “SNOWED IN FOR A WEEK” (with the kids)

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After playing another 100 games of Uno … the Uno deck has mysteriously disappeared.

I may have been the last person to see the deck.  But I’m not talking …

YES!

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Found a way to keep the climax of the novel from fizzling.  I think one of the hardest things about writing in first person is being able to see what happens to everyone else.  Found a way to bring in what’s happening to Dylan and also all of his friends.

Getting closer to the ending.  YES!

THE NEIGHBOR

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Merle Shiflett loves pick-axes.   He has a special one that he sanded down so that his hands fit perfectly around the middle. He loves to stare at their handles and let his fingers trace down where they are thick at the top and then slope inward like a woman’s calf. When he wraps his fingers around his favorite pick-ax, Merle is always reminded just how magical and wonderful the world can be.

Merle Shiflett loves it when the doorbell rings.  Because that means visitors.  And Merle Shiflett loves visitors, too.

Especially when he knows they’ll be staying forever.