Saginaw Series, Holiday Series, and Much More: August 2019

UPDATE!

We are getting closer and closer to publishing my book!

All the editors have given their input. All the corrections have been entered. One more final read and hopefully only minor changes and I'll upload into Amazon.

This has been a long journey. It will be such a blessing to finish it.

So by this time next week - it should be ready to order.

Woohoo!

Buying Trip Itinerary

In my book, "Enough Kindness to Fill an Empty Heart"
Corey, Beth and Rebecca go on a buying trip in Michigan.
Here is their itinerary:

Saginaw to Lansing 75 miles

Lansing to Grand Rapids 67 miles

Grand Rapids to Grand Haven 34 miles

Grand Haven to Pentwater 56 miles

Pentwater to Interlochen 13 miles

Interlochen to Traverse City 14 miles

Traverse City to Mackinaw City 118 miles

Mackinaw City to Tahquamenon Falls 81 miles

Tahquamenon Falls to Mackinaw City 81 miles

Mackinaw City to Saginaw 191 miles

Inspiration from East Side Soup Kitchen

Webber House

Obituary Inspiration

My eyes were pulled toward this obituary in the Saginaw News. When I read the description of Rosalie I knew immediately I wanted her in "A Light Shines Forth" - after talking with her daughter and emailing her granddaughter - I was so inspired. Thank you new friends. THIS IS FROM THE OBITUARY: From homesteading the farm to owning a local eatery, she raised her children by example of frugality and superior work ethic. She could stretch a penny into the next month and could feed an army on a squirrel. (And yes, thered be seconds.) Rose was a master gardener (often times with strangers stopping to admire) and was known to sleep on a cot along the row of dill to figure out how the deer got in. A canning magician, each year would produce a family squabble over who would get the last quart of dilly beans or tomato jam. An avid outdoors and fisherwoman, she raised and sold bait, smoked and sold fish, and was known to wrestle snapping turtles (for soup, of course) into her trunk on her way to pick blueberries. She was an excellent bowler, loved liver pate and cheap whiskey, produced miles of beautifully knitted and crocheted anything (no, really...anything) and was the dog whisperer of the family. For years she refused to use a microwave and she never used credit, boasting that the only plastic she owned was her laminated AARP card. She conducted her five foot self with grace and dignity but even at 85, she could swear like a sailor and wasn't afraid to take your money at the card table (or an IOU if you didnt have it). Affectionately known as Nonnie, she will be eternally missed by the grandchildren and great-grandchildren who claim that she first hung the moon and then scattered the stars.