James, My Football Playing Grandson
I know every grandmother is convinced her grandchildren are the most talented in the universe. I am no exception. My grandson, James, (my daughter, Jody's, son) is on the varsity football team for his junior high school. I attended his game yesterday afternoon and watched him make two punts, both close to 35 yards. Maybe 40. He had one big run and caught a pass, which had me on my feet cheering. Both plays resulted in first downs–the only two first downs in the entire game. What can I say? This family is just loaded with talen
Of Football & Books
Wayne and I were at the Seahawk game on Monday night and while that game, especially the last play, will go down in the history books, it will remain in my memory for another reason as well.
Race for a Soldier
Wayne and I helped sponsor RACE FOR A SOLDIER, a half marathon last Sunday. Our son, Dale, was a runner, and it seemed a fitting way to honor his memory.
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Manly Men
I mentioned yesterday the advice I’d read about training dogs and husbands, and that reminded me of an incident that happened with Wayne and his best friend some years ago. Wayne and his buddy Norm are two peas in a pod. They’re both big and burly and for years worked as construction electricians, driving trucks that required a step ladder. Men’s men. The kind who would feel right at home in Texas. Hunters. Gatherers. Well, Wayne and Norm decided to go in the woods with their guns and their dogs and do manly Read more
Training Incentives
Recently I read a magazine article about the essential elements for training dogs. Apparently dogs respond best to three . . . Read more
Fried Green Tomatoes
That’s what I chose as the top winner at the Kendall-Jackson Heirloom Tomato Festival in Santa Rosa, California this past weekend. Wayne and I flew in on Thursday and met up with our friends. Read more
Heirloom Tomato Festival
Wayne and I had the opportunity to take our first real vacation in years last April, and it was wonderful. We took a cruise down the Rhone River in France on a wine tour sponsored by the Kendall-Jackson Winery. Read more
Let Us Not Forget
Everyone remembers where they were on 9-11-01. Wayne and I happened to be in Spokane, WA, where I was scheduled to do an autographing that evening for the first book in the Cedar Cove series (16 Lighthouse Road). Instead, we ended up spending the day driving back to Port Orchard, tuning in to the radio station and listening intently to any news. Like so many others, we were in shock, grieving for those who were lost and for the pain their families must be suffering. We both felt the need to be close to our own family, to gather together those we loved
Whenever I Get Too Big for My Britches . . .
While on tour, I talked about the ways God keeps me humble, mentioning the time Bogie raced around the swimming pool in front of our friends with my underwear. It seems I have lessons yet to learn, for I so proudly told everyone during my talks that I would be raising the 12th man flag at the September 16 Seahawks home game, only to find out yesterday afternoon that I have been cut from the team. I believe I’m on the practice squad now and may be called up later. Next time I'll wait until I have the flag in my hands!
Thank You!
I’m back from tour and had the privilege of meeting so many wonderful readers. You’re the best. Thank you to all who made the effort to come out and meet me. Your enthusiasm and support helped THE INN AT ROSE HARBOR sail to the #2 slot on the New York Times bestseller list!
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