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I don’t know about where you are, but as usual, summer has arrived far too early in Northern Indiana, From this point on, I’m hunkering down until October, when I come alive again. In any case, here in real life, I get through the summer by pretending it’s not happening as much as I tend the garden early in the morning, and then spend every minute I can indoors. To those of you who still love summer, I have to ask, why? I’d really like to know.

I think Cinderella would do the same. Though hers is a story told in cultures the world over, I think that whatever way her family marked the I imagine her sitting in her kitchen, once her stepsisters, stepmother, and father have gone out to a The first time I made this recipe, I understood why Charles Dickens described the smell of Christmas (I always used the fridge.

Note: This was originally published in 2021 in a small newspaper I used to write for. I won’t set foot out of the house on Black Friday. People are too nuts! You stand in line forever, and the best deals have come and gone before I wake up.  By the way, I haven’t tried it yet, but I think this could be quite good in a smaller dish.  This recipe was a real success for us and I hope it will be for you as well!

The oldest and youngest brother repaired two broken wheels and the other three gathered the woman’s belongings I thank you. I am not just an old woman. I am a weather witch and I would reward each of you with a boon, a wish if you will. “I hate winter. I hate cold and I hate chopping wood. I would have no winters on my land.” I hate rain. I would have no spring on my land.” “Summers make me sweat. I hate heat.

He is still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her. “I…what…who?” He gives her a serious look. “I am here beckoning you to join me on a trip to meet our people.” The vessel lands gently in a lush green meadow, where a large pack of Little People have gathered. "I… this surprise… why me?” Tellie stutters. “I will look into this,” she whispers.

It was and is a different kind of poem for FTM, and I think you’ll find it thought provoking. again “'Why do you need a doctor when prayers can heal every sore,” the saint would say like an actor, “I ring his old rusted bell to draw milk from a cement cow He had some sleight of hand some tricks to gather

Her sorcery-cloaked sisters come seeking her spells. Stirring storms of fire and ice, Water and wind, Shadow and light, The Weather Witch obliges. Her cauldron brimming with Gale and flood, she speaks the spells Her sisters seek. business executive who after years of being committed to the bottom line is gaining equilibrium in her psyche through her endeavors in folklore.

Juliet and Jonathan report to Rosings with their fathers in tow, confronting a long list of suspects discovering their own deepening feelings for one another which are met with opposition by their respective fathers This was the first book in the series that I read, and I plan to go back and enjoy the first two as well You can pre-order the book here. her at https://kellyjarviswriter.com/

The wine was excellent, although rather spicy. I am uncommonly weary. I said... What I want to say... Stop! Sister! Thank the man for his hospitality. Her most recent published work of fiction, September Harvest, can be found in The Monsters We Forgot,

Editor’s note: Just when I thought I’d seen everyone possible permutation on “Snow White,” Marsheila I think you’ll see why I was delighted by this story back in 2021. Enjoy. I am selling these lovely apples, the finest—” the witch began, her voice crackling with illusory age her true identity from one who knew her so well? girl hurried to clean it up, the one who fancied himself a healer prescribed a concoction of common herbs

I, too, have found it difficult to be hopeful. be unpredictable, so I started meditating. Here’s my nicest trick: Every morning before I get out of bed, I think of three things to look forward Mine usually include things like a great book I plan to read that day, some tasty treats I can enjoy, I hope you’ll find some enchanted rest in my suggestions.

(Note: I originally published this in a small weekly newspaper that I wrote nearly a thousand columns I hate to see them disappear, so I’m recycling them. I haven’t made it yet, but I went to the website that originally published the recipe, and it looks so yummy and so easy that I had to share it. Here we go.