Sometimes I Feel Like a Piece of Bologna

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Ever Feel Like This?

I do... All the time...

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Friday, April 08, 2011

Fiction Friday: Beside Still Waters

Do you love Amish fiction? It's one of the most popular genres these days, and having spent time in Lancaster Country, I must confess I'm fascinated with this culture. If you also like Amish stories, I think you'll enjoy Tricia Goyer's Beside Still Waters.

Marianna Sommer believes she knows where her life is headed. Nineteen years old and Amish, her plan is to get baptized into the church, marry Aaron Zook, and live in the only community she's ever known.

When Marianna's family moves from Indiana to Montana she discovers life and faith will never be the same. As she builds an easy friendship with local guy, Ben Stone, Ben not only draws her heart, he also gets her thinking about what loving God and living in community is all about.

As Marianna struggles to find "home", she also encounters God in intimate ways. It's a gentle book, but one that takes enough twists and turns to be interesting. As a country girl, I loved the descriptions of Montana. I'm delighted this is the beginning of a series, because while it wraps up nicely, it also leaves some unanswered questions. And an open door for  sequel.

I love all of Tricia's fiction. She's an amazing writer and the author of twenty-six books including Songbird Under a German Moon, The Swiss Courier, and the mommy memoir, Blue Like Play Dough.  To celebrate the release of the first book in the Big Sky Amish series Tricia is giving away 10 copies of Beside Still Waters and a pair of super cute antique Amish salt & pepper shakers. Details at Tricia’s blog, It’s Real Life. BONUS! Each person who enters the giveaway will receive a FABULOUS Montana Amish Calendar. Hurry, it’s only available while supplies last!Visit  for more info.

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Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Age—A Matter of Perspective

My mom turns 90 on Sunday. That’s quite a milestone. Not only that, she’s still reasonably healthy. In fact, she still drives and runs errands for the “old people.” Yes, I drive with her every time I'm there, and I'm still comfortable with her driving skills.

It’s interesting to me how differently we look at things. She looks at her wrinkled and bruised skin and disdains it. I think she looks pretty good for 90. She gets upset that she’s a bit unstable on her feet and tires so easily. I'm amazed at how much she does in a day. She worries about having enough money. I ask what she’s saving it for – her old age?

On the other hand, I guard her far more carefully than she guards herself. I try to help her in ways she doesn’t want or need. When I was in high school and college, I thought she was so old. As I've been looking back at photos in preparation for her birthday party, I'm astounded at how young she looked. In fact, she was quite a looker.

Awhile back, when we were helping Son and DIL with painting their kitchen, Son kept “taking care” of me. He worried about my stamina (and he was right…). At one point I asked him point blank, “Do you think we’re old?” He hesitated, then said, “Well, yeah…” I was a little startled, but I understood what he meant. From his perspective, Mom and Dad are old. From my perspective, we’re still 35.

I'm sure Mom feels the same way. She may be 90, but she still thinks she’s 50 and can’t figure out why her body doesn’t cooperate. I can relate…

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