Thursday, May 26, 2022

Waterbury Winter by Linda Stewart Henley


About the Book


Barnaby Brown has had enough of freezing winters, insurmountable debt, a dead-end job, and his solitary life as a young widower with no one but his beloved parrot Popsicle. He yearns to move to California and reawaken his long-lost early life as an artist. But new troubles come in threes. His ancient car crashes into a snowbank. Popsicle escapes through a window carelessly left open.


A New York gallery owner offers to represent Barnaby’s paintings—but is he on the up-and-up? All of it serves to shock Barnaby into confronting how low he has sunk, and he vows—again and again—to change. He has a few obstacles, starting with his heavy drinking and long-term neglect of his ancestral home. As he takes steps toward a better life, he re-discovers the value of old friendships and latent talents seen in new light, and finds the courage to consider a second chance at love. Rejoining the mainstream of life presents several startling mysteries he must unravel, with a few mortifying but enlightening stumbles.


A heart-warming novel about ordinary people reclaiming their dormant potential, Waterbury Winter celebrates the restorative value of art and the joy to be found in keeping promises.


Find out more about Waterbury Winter by visiting GoodReads or the author’s website.


About the Author:

Linda Stewart Henley is the author of Estelle: A Novel. Among other honors, it won Silver in the Independent Publisher Book Awards for Historical Fiction and was a finalist for The Eric Hoffer Book Awards as well as for the 2021 Nancy Pearl Award. She lives in Anacortes, Washington, with her husband. Waterbury Winter is her second novel.


Praise for Waterbury Winter


“A reflective, witty, and fun story that elegantly crosses genres and addresses intriguing themes.”—Kirkus Reviews


“A heartfelt journey of two lost souls finding grace . . . and each other. Waterbury Winter is a must-read for anyone who believes in second chances and the power of kindness—or who wants to believe in them. This is one of those books that, when you have to put it down, you can’t wait to pick it up again.”

Donna Cameron, Nautilus Award–winning author of A Year of Living Kindly: Choices that Will Change Your Life and the World Around You


"... a page-turner. I found I could not put it down until I had reached the end. It makes you think about how you are handling your life and if you are stagnating because you are too afraid to take a chance. I enjoyed reading this book from the first page to the last and found the ending the best, due to the fact that I had started rooting early for the main characters."

Readers Favorite, 5 stars


“A tour de force reminiscent of A Man Called Ove. Barnaby Brown’s interactions and experiences unfold in such a way as to endear him to the reader. He’s not perfect, but his imperfections are what reveal his gentle and generous spirit, and we root for him at every upturn and downturn. Waterbury Winter is a memorable masterpiece.”

Saralyn Richard, award-winning author of the Detective Parrott mystery series and A Murder of Principal


“Linda Henley manages to combine drama, romance, humor, and even an art theft mystery in the highly entertaining Waterbury Winter. The novel introduces us to Barnaby Brown, an artist who is so down on his luck there’s no farther to slide. Through fast-paced writing and a series of remarkable plot twists, Henley constantly surprises the reader as Barnaby (accompanied by his faithful parrot, Popsicle) stumbles mightily in his efforts to redeem himself and become the man he wants to be. A many-layered novel, Waterbury Winter is, above all, a moving tribute to the healing power of art.”

Laurel Davis Huber, award-winning author of The Velveteen Daughter


a heart-warming story of loss and love, challenge and resistance, and the power of creative expression. Henley’s masterful descriptions of character and place make these pages the perfect spot to hang out. Readers will make themselves at home, cheer for the protagonist, Barnaby, and be totally charmed by his opinionated parrot, Popsicle.”

Romalyn Tilghman, award-winning author of To the Stars Through Difficulties


Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Until Next Sunday by Audry Fryer



After bravely leaving the life she knew to come to America, 
illness threatens Rosina’s happily ever after. 
When separated, will letters keep their love alive? 

Rosina leaves Italy to build a better life, but the reality in America is nothing like the dream. She is far from the Italian countryside and the beautiful olive groves where she grew up. Here the work is endless, and the winters are cold and desolate. She never expects to find love in such a place. 

Then she met him. Gianni, the shoemaker’s apprentice, is gentle, handsome, and everything she never knew she needed in her life. 

But when Rosina falls ill and is quarantined, their future is at stake. All she can do is cling to the beautiful letters Gianni writes. Each week she tries to survive the long, lonely days until next Sunday for his brief visit. 

Will fate bring Rosina and Gianni together once more? Or are they destined to remain star-crossed forever? 

Until Next Sunday is a sweet Historical Romance inspired by a true story. It is based on actual Italian love letters which were discovered a century after they were written (some of which are contained in this book.) It is a portrait of the times, and a true immigrant experience. Feel the force with which these two lives find love, against all odds.

Purchase your own copy on: SmashwordsAmazonApple Books, Barnes & Noble, or Kobo!

  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B09QVMBXSD
  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ Of Ink & Pearls Publishing Co (February 14, 2022)
  • Publication date ‏ : ‎ February 14, 2022
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • File size ‏ : ‎ 1529 KB

About the Author

Audry Fryer is an author and professional freelance writer from Pennsylvania. Formerly a teacher, Audry wrote her first novel while her toddler son and twin babies napped. As her children have grown into teenagers, she has expanded her writing career. Audry lives with her family and two pugs in a quiet corner of Southeastern PA. To learn more about Audry, please visit her website at

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Saturday, May 14, 2022

Bath Training Your Kitty


Bath training your kitty is a LONG process. The younger the cat, the easier it is to train, but this all depends on temperament and breed characteristics as well.

Mainecoons cats are usually more relaxed and open to new ideas around water.
Calicos can be more high strung.

Every cat has a different personality. It could take a year or more of working on this EVERY DAY to bath train your kitty. The key is to be constant, calm, patient, and let kitty take the lead when they are ready to move forward.

The video below is of Riven.
It only took about 3 weeks to bath train him to the point where he jumps into the tub on his own while we are bathing. He has a very laid back personality and he is only a few months old, so it was easy to train him.
It usually takes MUCH LONGER, so don't be discouraged if your kitty isn't fully trained in a few weeks.

I do each of these progressive steps below and don't move onto the next step until kitty is relaxed and comfortable.
Stay calm.
Compliment and reward kitty often.
***Never completely immerse kitty or kitty's face or ears in water!!!***
If kitty is traumatized or pushed too fast then you may need to wait a while and start the steps all over again.

Step #1:Washcloth Bath

This is a lot like a mother cat bathing her kittens with her tongue. Its very natural and comfortable for the cat and most of the time they enjoy it.

Slowly increase the amount of water you use.
Let kitty see you dip the washcloth into the bowl of warm water.
Don't use soap or anything that has a perfume.
Dry kitty and compliment them on how good they look and give treats.

Step #2: Take a long bubble bath and let kitty hang out in the bathroom. 
Kitty may huddle by the door or hide behind the toilet.
She may even howl by the door to be let out.
Talk to kitty calmly. Let them see how much you enjoy your bath and there is no danger.

Take bubble baths with kitty in the room until they do ALL of the following:
1. Lay down and relax.
2. Come stand next to the tub.
3. Look down into the water or drinks from the bath water.

Step #3: Dipping

1. If kitty is sitting next to the tub you can play games with kitty while bathing.
Have waterproof toys that can swim and dip below the water to encourage kitty to stick her paws in the bath water.
2. Dip the end of kitty's tail in the water.

***Make sure the water is not too hot or cold! Kitties have super sensitive skin.***

Step #4: Exploring the Bathtub

1.Put kitty in an EMPTY, DRY bathtub.
She may freak out at first, but pet her and calm her until she sees there is nothing to be afraid of.
 2. Put kitty in a bathtub with a tiny amount of cool water by the plugged drain. Let her explore on her own. Soon she will drink the water and associate the water in the tub with something good.
3. Let kitty see water dripping from the faucet. It will make a noise and the sound of running water might scare her at first, but soon it will turn into a fun game.

Step #5 Wet Paws

1. Fill the bath with just enough water to touch the bottoms of kitty's paws.
Use toys and treats to keep kitty entertained and distracted.
2. Wash kitty with the washcloth while she is in the tub.

Once kitty is comfortable (drinks water, plays or lays down the water) slowly increase the water level more each time kitty has a play time in the tub.

****Never fill the tub so high that kitty has to swim or goes buoyant.****
 Kitty should always feel comfortable with both paws firmly on the bottom of the tub.

Use organic soap and bubbles so not to irritate kitty's skin.

Below is a video of cat bath Level: EXPERT.
In the video Leif is gently washing kitty's ears, face and eyes. (Kitty had an eye infection and needed to be cleaned often.)

Saturday, February 26, 2022

Mysterious Note from the Past.

I'm currently remodeling a kitchen in a 120-year-old church. The job is extensive as I tear down the room to the studs and basically start over. As I removed the south wall I saw a paper nailed to a beam. I used my flat head screwdriver to carefully pry up the nail. It was faceted to the wall in such a way as to preserve the writing. It was clearly written in another language and appeared very old. 

This area was settled by the Scandinavians and the church was originally The Emanuel Norwegian Evangelical Lutheran Church.

I reached out to my Facebook friends and found so many people willing to help me translate. I have been told the document is a mix of Old Dutch, Swedish, and Norwegian. It would make sense if this was a page from the Bible, being in a church, but its not and the tale leaves more questions.

Who are these people in the story?

Did this really happen or is it a work of fiction?

Why was it hidden in a church wall?

The document was found behind this wall, which is one of the original walls to the church.

To add to the mystery, on the back was this graphic of a rose with leaves. This is my exact same style and a style that is common for artist on my fathers side to draw and carve.

Let me know your thoughts and theories.

Translation by Heidi EljarbΓΈ Morrell Andersen

25 Feb 2022

 After that day, Phoedenhant never set foot in the riding master’s home, and one knew Phoedenphant had changed something in her will the next day. What it was, one could only imagine. So, I also promised myself, highly and dearly, that if I saw Phoedenphant have such an attack of her illness, and that all our old silver spoons disappeared, not a word would escape my lips, not even if one tore the tongue out with glowing pliars.

If my brother came to the university, he could become a minister or bishop or something like that, and I could be a proper lady wearing French leather gloves every day and perhaps marry the town’s richest man, and even the swine in our piggery would eat from golden troughs, because we were that rich. Nevertheless, even though I’d sworn to keep quiet until death, I’d promised myself to keep my eyes wide open. Nothing could avoid my falcon glance.

Aunt Line also came to the coffee party, one owed one’s sister that much, but she had given hand and mouth not to share any gossip stories. She could accidently do that, like so often before, and Mother had to sit and explain to people, that Aunt Line didn’t mean any harm, she just let her mouth run away, but then again, she was the youngest and had always been doted on by Grandmother, and that’s unhealthy.

The ladies were gathered, but the coffee pot wasn’t placed on the table before Phoedenpant entered. Honor to the one who should be honored! She was carried in the easy chair with powder here and there. She was offered first, both cake and konditor cake and vanilla pretzels, and she was in such a good mood, that she—something that didn’t happen every day, said Aunt Line—even started to talk about the childhood home by the Rhine, where waves washed up on the marble steps going up to the fortress on top of the hill. All eyes were on her, and it was as if we all climbed up and up the eternal marble steps almost into heaven.

I thought I could hear the eagles screaming around the towers of the fortress and how the white stallions dancing in the stalls, something I didn’t know what was. Phoedenphant said, “But let us not speak of days gone by. Now I am a small, poor girl walking on the edge of the grave.

(Torn page)

And all I can do to show my gratitude for the town’s hospitality, is to remember each and every of one’s friends in the last will…”

I sat with my falcon eye to those pages. When my eyes crossed—my childhood’s greatest “Seg”—I could almost see around the corners, and I could dare give my two honor fingers as pawn that not as much as a half a teaspoon would be missing.

The party went wonderful, and Phoedenphant seemed so happy about Aunt Line’s—what Father called flight of fancy—that she almost promised to remember Aunt Line “when she least expected it.”

The guests were hardly out the door before Mother stood by the table, and I could see her mouth mime, while she undoubtably counted the spoons and dessert forks. Then she filled her hands with the silver and let out an enormous sigh.

Mother cleaned off the table herself, not to risk any of our maids breaking anything. Suddenly, I heard Mother say, “Child, where is the cork for the carafe?”

“It’s on the table next to the carafe,” I answered immediately. As that was where I had clearly seen it with my own eyes. It wasn’t there. Mother said, “It has to be here.” But it was not there. Just then, Aunt Line returned. She had forgotten her dress belt. Aunt Line always lifted her dress up to her knees, even if the cobble stones were so dry you could eat off them.

When she heard about the cork, she clapped her hands and said, “You can place an ad for that in the paper. There’s hardly a glass cork left in town, they disappear like last year’s snow, your Phoedenphant makes sure of that.”

Mother sat down on a chair and cried bitterly. She was still crying when Father came home, but Father said, Be sensible about this! What is a glass cork in comparison to the children’s future?”

Mother was inconsolable. “You speak according to your sense. There isn’t its likeness in the whole wide world. It’s unique, I inherited it, as the oldest, and I will be held accountable for it on the last day.”

Now Father started laughing. Mother also started laughing, and Father promised to get one exactly the same, even if he had to steal it. “For Heaven’s sake, don’t put that word in your mouth,” Mother groaned.

The cork never returned, and Grandmother’s unique carafe was wrapped in many layers of silk paper and placed on the top shelf in the pantry, after Mother had suggested to Father that he should visit Phoedenphant and just accidentally let a word fall. Father interrupted her, “Are you quite out of your mind, Wife, she would remove us from her will, and see if you even then would get the old glass cork back.”

Time passed. If it wasn’t for Mother’s groans and sighs every time she glanced up on the top shelf, I would have forgotten about the cork a long while ago.

One beautiful day, the whole town displayed their flags at half pole: Phoedenphant was dead, struck by a heart attack. The ad was large with a broad black border, written by the sheriff himself, who deeply regretted that the house’s beloved, oldest friend had fallen asleep in the Lord. Her memory will not be forgotten.

On the burial day, I was sent across the bridge with Mother’s flowers for her. The loveliest, little…faith, hope, and charity tied around the violets.

Mother asked me to place it on “the chest of the beyond dormant” I had to repeat “the chest of the beyond dormant” twenty times until I remembered it.

The will was to be opened straight after the funeral, and there was a greater excitement in town that on the day of the constitution. Because even if one knew quite a bit, no one knew everything.

I had black ribbons on my braids. Actually, I would have blackened my white straw hat with shoe polish to show I was in proper mourning, as we were among the ones who would inherit, but Mother wouldn’t hear of it. So, I wandered across Soeder Bridge with the sweet feeling that the next time I honored the planks on the bridge, I would be one of the foremost in town with money at the bottom of my coffer. But for now, I was still a quite ordinary girl with crooked heels.



Thursday, February 24, 2022

Mari L. McCarthy's book Mindset Medicine


Want the cure for culture chaos?


Grab your pen and pad and prescribe yourself, Mindset Medicine: A Journaling Power Self-Love Book.


The news, the fear, the media, the texts, the constant bombardment of electronic sludge. It can all tear you down and rip you away from being YOU!


You can choose to give into this madness and be manipulated into submission. Or you can join the Journaling Power Revolution, reconnect with your higher self, and love yourself without conditions.


In her third book, award-winning international bestseller author Mari L. McCarthy reveals a journaling power path that leads to an awareness of how vibrant your life will be when you…


• Understand why you absolutely have to love yourself first

• Tap into your hidden gifts and talents

• Declare why others must ALWAYS respect you

• Establish rock-solid unbreakable boundaries

• Promise to be YOUR own superhero!


Most importantly, Mindset Medicine explains in rich detail why the most empowering and loving relationship you can ever have – is with YOU!


Purchase a copy of Mindset Medicine on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. You can also add this book to your GoodReads reading list.


About the Author

Mari L. McCarthy, Founder and CEO - Chief Empowerment Officer  of, teaches curious health-conscious action-takers how to use Journaling For The Health Of It®️ to heal the emotional, creative, physical, and spiritual issues in their tissues. She also shows them how to use this powerful personal transformation tool to know, grow and share their True Self. Mari is the multi award-winning author of Journaling Power: How To Create The Happy, Healthy Life You Want To Live, Heal Your Self With Journaling Power and Mindset Medicine: A Journaling Power Self-Love Book. She’s also created 20+ Journaling For The Health Of It® Self-Management 101 Workbooks including Who Am I?, Take Control Of Your Health! and Start Journaling For The Health Of It® Write Now.


Find out more about Mari by visiting her website, or follow her on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, or YouTube.


Friday, February 4, 2022

Another Photo Restoration

 Thank you, Alice for the beautiful picture to work on. 



Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Paper Dolls!

 I've been sitting on releasing this for way too long without any real good excuse except that I had things that were time sensitive or a priority over sharing something just for fun and playful with all my friends. 

Many years ago I created a few paper dolls for fun, mostly because I enjoyed designing the clothing and thought the doll would add to usage of the design rather than just a pretty picture.

One of the dolls is the Alison doll and the other is the Michelle doll, inspired by my friend Michelle Thornton and how I have loved seeing her, her family, and her fashion business grow over the last few decades? Is that right are we that old now?

These are free to download from my blog along with The Watchers coloring book.


See the Download links for full book.

The Alison Paper Doll

Friday, December 17, 2021

A Christmas Story of Light by Ora Smith


God's light shines in all of His creations, from the Star of Bethlehem, to the angel proclaiming Christ's birth, to the Son of God Himself--the light of the world. Through this light, He illuminates darkness, gives us guidance, and shows us how to love one another.
Experience the rich artwork and inspirational messages of A Christmas Story of Light this holiday season and let God's light bring you the brightness of hope.

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