by PJColando | Nov 11, 2020 | Uncategorized
If you wonder how to be happy, begin with a look at your God-given gifts. List them and then examine them for your purpose. How do you make a difference, so that your presence would be missed? During our protracted and shared pandemic, I’ve had plenty of time to...
by PJColando | Nov 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
Meanwhile, Ferg continued muttering while he scraped and re-scraped the griddle. The ham was long gone, and he was about to run out of pancake mix. Maybe I can water it down…and serve meals on paper plates. He muttered some more, sighed, and then re-focused on his...
by PJColando | Nov 5, 2020 | Uncategorized
By the time she’d made her way to Booth #1, Grace’s legs felt as if she’d slogged twenty-four miles. Her heart had met its test of endurance—so far. “It’s a goldang mess,” Ferguson muttered to no one in particular, though Grace overheard his remark. There wasn’t a...
by PJColando | Nov 4, 2020 | Uncategorized
Albert Camus once said, “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” Flannery O’Conner said, “I write to discover what I know.” https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com Authors across time and distance have had many reasons to write....
by PJColando | Nov 3, 2020 | Uncategorized
Grace turned off the water tap after she’d effectively soaped both palms. The Camp Fire was 100% disaster and fury—marching across Butte County, CA as if lit by Sherman in his scorched earth policy that helped to end the Civil War—so she focused on the small. After...
by PJColando | Oct 27, 2020 | Uncategorized
Startled, Amy whipped her body around, causing vertigo. When she righted, she saw a soft-spoken older woman, clothed in a luxurious robe and glitter-covered mules. Holy Mother of Whomever, it was the Widow Braghorn, a prominent member of the community Amy had once...
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