Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Good Stuff”
Okay, so, I know I didn’t blog much in February. It’s because, well, I was offline. Having…fun!
First, there was this….
AKA, Dinner out with my hubby for Valentine’s Day. It’s a little frightening, I know, when I’m enthralled with a piece of cake, but this was simply gorgeous (and tasty too).
Wow – first I just have to say how blown away I am with the number of people who entered the contest that ran during the blog tour – over 1200 of you! And again I say WOW! We used RandomInteger.com to choose a winner … so congratulations to #690:
Melissa McNicol from Florida!!!!!
http://www.litfusegroup.com/Blog-Tours/troubles-back-double-trouble-by-susan-may-warren.html
Susan May Warren's delightfully funny heroine is at it again … P.J. Sugar finds herself in Double Trouble this time!
With one solved case under her belt, PJ Sugar is ready to dive into her career as a private investigator.
PJ is back!Her continuing adventures hit the shelf! See what people are saying here!
Announcing the Double Trouble Contest
Double Trouble, my brand new PJ Sugar novel, is in stores now! To celebrate the release, we’re running a HUMDINGER of a contest!!
Holy.
Holy. Holy is the Lord. The familiar catch of breath. The sting in the
eyes. And the tears begin to flow with the falling rain. Or do the
tears fall with the flowing rain. What is it in these words that I
whisper that wrenches at my heart so?
Whos, Here, we are Whos here, smaller than the eye can see. Whos here, we are Whos here, I’m a Who and so is she…
I’ve always wanted to live in a musical. When I was a kid, I loved Oklahoma, Sound of Music,
Christmas in a Barn
by Mary DeMuth
The
Christmas of 2006 we were homeless. We didn't have keys. Not to a car,
not to a home. We'd flown halfway around the world, leaving behind a
ministry we toiled over. Much, particularly in our hearts, lay in ruins.Read More
by Holley Gerth
Ten years ago my Grandma Frances went home to heaven in her sleep just before Christmas.
My
Grandpa carefully handed me a brightly-wrapped box on Christmas morning
and said, "This is her gift. Now I want you to have it."
