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Dear Reader Column - January 28, 2022

Dear Reader,

Today our guest writer is Sandra Rafter, one of the 2021 Honorable Mentions from my Write a Dear Reader Contest. The quality of writing in the 2021 Write a DearReader Contest was outstanding. Thank you so much Sandra for sharing your work with us.

I've been afraid in my life.

As a youngster, Roy Rogers jerked his head back just in time. The bullet with his name shattered the rock behind him and tiny stone pellets almost seemed to split into my cheek.

All of us in 3rd grade crouched on the cold marble floor at school waiting for the bomb to explode over our heads. Ten of us might die staring at the picture of Lincoln and some of us would live for the next Russian death drill.

At quarter moon, a skeleton reached its arms from under the bed and grey bone claw fingers pulled at my sheet until I opened my eyes and screamed and screamed.

We practiced dance steps with the boys in gym class. Boys chose girls as partners for the real dance. Then, there were two girls left, and I was last. I was alone. I hurt.

There was that awful day when the road was icy when I braked, and the car slid without my steering toward the white concrete barriers no longer side of the road but floating ever so slowly over the windshield missing me and the glass but crushing my right fender and tire.

I watched submarine movies--John Wayne, Cary Grant, Glen Ford--sailor heroes, with rushing water and fire from a depth charge around them and their breath faint. My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, the sea of disease enclosed her. I gasped along with her raspy cough.

I lived my worries and hurts and knew them like Christmas presents I didn't want but accepted stoically, sometimes, with a brave smile.

I've learned to tamp down the fire of my fears, go along, try not to be too selfish. But, I saw a hermit's cabin in a museum. Small, tight, no extras, but none needed--a place to yearn for these days of pandemic. Outside my house I often seem to be picking daisies.

This petal you live, this petal you die, you live, you die, live, die.

Never so much before as this time in my life, I recede inside myself, aware I can picture winning four million in the lottery but cannot face the terrible truth and loneliness of four million Covid deaths.

Still, I believe this, we may sigh, but survive--fear vanquished, hands entwined, eye to eye, stride by stride, you and I. We hold our hands forever in hope with light near and far. I have been frightened, have hidden, and cried. But, we persevere. We live both silent and bold. Isn't hope trusting beyond ourselves?

-- Sandra Rafter
Honorable Mention, 2021 Write a DearReader Contest

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

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This month's Penguin Classics book is HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS, by Julia Alvarez, with a foreword by Elizabeth Acevedo. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win.

Dear Reader Column - January 26, 2022

Dear Reader,

In Monday's "Three is the magic number!" column I wrote about how my husband and I can never remember more than three items when we go to the market, so we always need to make a list.

Apparently we're not the only ones. Readers shared...

"Suzanne, I live off of lists. I figure, if it is on a list then I don't have to keep it in my head anymore and there is already way too much up there!" -- Tess C., Public Services Librarian, Lane Public Library

"Well that made me laugh! It reminds me of the saying, 'of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.' Sometimes I'm very good at remembering, almost too good, while at other times you would think my memory was completely gone.

While working on a project one day, I was taking photos with my phone. I received a call and answered it. While talking with the caller I continued to stage and fine tune the items for my photo. Looking at it while the caller and I continued our conversation, I thought it looked perfect and was ready to take the picture. I was so flustered though as I was completely unable to find my phone to take the picture. I'm sure you can imagine how ridiculous I felt when I finally realized I was holding my phone in my hand and talking on it! Thanks for sharing your stories," -- Karla N.

Readers also emailed about my BB-damaged window, now newly decorated...

"So, so LOVE the creative way this window was fixed! All of us need to look outside the box for creative solutions more often. What fun we would discover! Thank you for sharing, love to read with you." -- Jolaine S.

"Suzanne, your window is gorgeous, and it is a statement to taking something unsightly and making it beautiful! Thanks for sharing!" -- Brenda K. Miller, Director, New Madison Public Library

"Just read about your window. I'm the same way about things. Projects that need to be fixed or restored sit for years before I do something. Then I discover it didn't take much money, and like you, I'm thrilled with the results. I wonder why I waited so long. Your window is beautiful. What a great idea. How happy it made both you and the window. Enjoy your new view." -- Sara R.

"Suzanne, the window looks awesome. What a great idea. Love reading you every day. Thanks for brightening my day." -- Patti

If you missed my new painted window column and photos, click here.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

* Congratulations to the winners of Must Love Books by Guest Author Shauna Robinson: Alexandria H., Sandy M. and Linda C.

AUTHORBUZZ: Discover new books, "meet" the authors and enter to win.

This month's Penguin Classics book is HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS, by Julia Alvarez, with a foreword by Elizabeth Acevedo. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win.

Dear Reader Column - January 25, 2022

Dear Reader,

Please welcome today's guest author...

Gia de Cadenet is a Black American expat who made her childhood dream of living in France come true in 2006 when she moved to Paris for her master's degree. She's a business school professor and former translator and editor with UNESCO.

Her debut, Getting His Game Back was described by Publisher's Weekly as "a thoroughly satisfying love story with a big, beating heart."

You can reach out to Gia, she would love to hear from you. Send Gia a note via https://giadecadenet.com/contact/

When I moved to Paris in 2006, I quickly learned that the City of Light is exactly as glamorous as I'd imagined. I taught English at an agency that worked with the great fashion houses of France. I was always a little intimidated when I had to walk into Chanel or Dior to give my lessons, but my students never made me feel bad.

I had a funny, confident student named Noura working for Louis Vuitton on the Champs Elysée. We became fast friends. She was in her mid-twenties, like me, and though she liked her job well enough, the customers really got under her skin sometimes. Having worked retail in the States, I could empathize.

One Saturday, my boyfriend and I were on a leisurely walk and ended up on the Champs. I'd never been in a Louis Vuitton but, feeling bold, I suggested we pop in to say hi to Noura.

The place was packed. It was as much an art gallery as anything else. We walked around, gawking at the luxury. Just as I thought to leave, someone called out, "Madame, there you are!"

Madame?

I turned and there was Noura, her eyes wide, smile tight, a few wisps of hair falling from a high bun. She was beside me in a second.

"Hi?" I said.

"Follow me?" she asked, voice tight, linking her arm in mine.

Back ramrod straight, she whisked us past display cases, groups of customers, and two women shooting daggers at her. Ignoring them, she led us into a small room with a window overlooking the Champs Elysée.

Noura's whole demeanor changed as we sat on a brown velour couch embossed with the LV logo.

"I'm so glad you're here. These two petasses have been giving me shit for the past half hour. I cannot take it anymore. You just stay here, yes? Do you want champagne?" she asked.

I looked at my boyfriend. We were severely underdressed for both the room and champagne. "Is it a problem if we're in here?" I asked.

"We can't buy anything."

She waved a hand.

"You're giving me a break. If I'm with a client in here, someone else has to cover the customers on the floor." She smiled and winked at me. "You're a lifesaver."

"Well," I said, "I guess we just have to have some champagne."

When Noura returned with two full glasses and a mischievous grin, I knew that nothing in Paris was out of my reach. Not even the Louis Vuitton VIP room!

-- Gia de Cadenet
Drop Gia a note via https://giadecadenet.com/contact/

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

AUTHORBUZZ: Discover new books, "meet" the authors and enter to win.

This month's Penguin Classics book is HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS, by Julia Alvarez, with a foreword by Elizabeth Acevedo. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win.

Dear Reader Column - January 20, 2022

Dear Reader,

If life hands you a lemon, paint your window.

Twenty-five years ago a neighbor boy playing with his new BB gun missed his target and hit our window instead. Thankfully the BBs didn't penetrate our double-pane window, but they did leave two quarter-sized divots, and two long cracks with gray streaks running down the middle of the window. So for the past 25 years, every single time I've looked out that window, instead of enjoying the flowers in my beautiful garden, I've been looking at the reminders of the BB incident.

My husband and I never got the window fixed, because we live in a historical home and replacing the window (in an authentic manner) would have been a huge expense.

So instead, we told ourselves, 'A couple of BBs and gray streaks down the window, Hey, we'd just live with it.'

Do you know how many times in my life I've told myself that I'd 'just live with something?' Way too many. And over the years, when I finally did decide I wasn't going to 'just live with something anymore,' after I made a change I'd look back and think 'Why the heck did it take me so long to fix this? Look at how much enjoyment I'm having now.'

And that's exactly what happened with our window. It was a wildly creative idea my husband came up with to "fix" the window, and Connie, a local Sarasota artist, came to our rescue. Now, the window is one of my favorite things in our home.

To see how Connie fixed the window, click here.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

This month's Penguin Classics book is HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS, by Julia Alvarez, with a foreword by Elizabeth Acevedo. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win.

Dear Reader Column - January 14, 2022

Dear Reader,

Congratulations to the winners of the January Chocolate Chip Cookie Giveaway, Danielle M., Heather M., and Kelly P. Your cookies are going out on Monday, so you'll be dunking and munching soon.

Today our guest writer is Victoria Stuppy, one of 2021 Honorable Mentions from my Write a Dear Reader Contest. The quality of writing in the 2021 Write a DearReader Contest was outstanding. Thank you so much Victoria for sharing your story with us.

I'm not sure who first said travel is exciting and glamorous, but I'm certain they never traveled to the Pacific Rim and back to the U.S. in 10 days. Don't get me wrong, the trip to Hong Kong and onto Thailand was a wonderful experience. My husband and I knew we'd miss the exotic locale and wonderfully sweet people, but there is no place like home when it comes to sleeping in your own bed. And after our non-stop agenda, sleep was fast becoming a precious commodity. The almost four-hour flight back to Hong Kong was mercifully quick and it appeared we'd make our tight connection and be home in time for Mother's Day!

And here's where it all began to go terribly wrong.

Our next flight was delayed by over three hours until nearly one o'clock in the morning. Then four hours into our flight we were awakened by the pilot asking if there were any doctors on board for a medical emergency. About an hour later, the pilot announced that the medical situation had worsened and he would have to turn the plane around and land at Narita airport in Japan. What?! We were nearly halfway to L.A. Okay, perhaps not that close, but I was sleepy and a bit cranky.

Not much to do about the situation short of commandeering the plane and forcing the crew to land at LAX. On to Tokyo. Sadly, the woman was very ill and died just before landing in Japan. While the family had been prepared for weeks that she probably wouldn't make the flight due to congestive heart failure, we felt the shock of their loss and spent time in prayer for her soul and for her family.

Upon landing the plane was swarmed by officials and Japanese police. It appeared that landing a dead body in Tokyo is not something the Japanese Medical Examiner takes lightly and they were not accepting the corpse. So the flight staff had to make some highly unusual arrangements to allow us to fly off the island by encasing one of the passenger seats in numerous sheets of plastic secured with tape, covered the seat with blankets and then with the assistance of four flight attendants, quietly escorted the body back to the seat.

Almost no one on board knew what had transpired save for those of us closest and so as not to alarm all of the passengers, the flight attendants seated the woman in her seat, tucked a blanket up to her chin, balanced her face against a pillow, buckled up her safety belt and then put on the finishing touch--they placed her reading glasses on her face! We were flying this poor woman to the States and we were spending the next eleven hours with a dead body three seats in front of our tray table.

We considered disembarking in Japan, but assumed we wouldn't think anything more about it until the flight attendant came around with the hot moist towels prior to our meal. Imagine our surprise when she stopped at the deceased woman's seat, removed the woman's eyeglasses, wiped her face and then replaced the glasses.

About six hours into the flight, I awoke and I still wonder to this day, did I really see the attendant gently spritzing eucalyptus oil on the body or was I dreaming? The moist towel scene was repeated once again before we landed. It was truly an academy award winning performance by the flight crew.

In the end, it is a lesson for all of us. To the family, it didn't matter where death took place, it was important that life had been lived. And to the few of us that witnessed it, it only reminded us to live and love each and every day.

-- Victoria Stuppy
Honorable Mention, 2021 Write a DearReader Contest

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

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This month's Penguin Classics book is HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS, by Julia Alvarez, with a foreword by Elizabeth Acevedo. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win.

Dear Reader Column - January 12, 2022

Dear Reader,

Rachel Dodge, this week's guest author, teaches college English; speaks at libraries, literary groups, and teas; and writes for the popular Jane Austen's World blog. A true kindred spirit at heart, she loves books, bonnets, and ball gowns.

Rachel is the author of The Little Women Devotional, The Anne of Green Gables Devotional, and Praying with Jane. You can visit her online at www.RachelDodge.com

Rachel is giving away three copies of her new book, The Little Women Devotional. Authors love to hear from readers and when you contact her, you'll be entered in the book drawing. Rachel's email: racheldodgey@gmail.com

Fail-Proof Resolutions

Did you make any resolutions this year? Have you already fallen off the wagon?

Me too!

A lot of people I know make New Year's resolutions, start new challenges, or decide on a theme for their year. And while some of them stick with it, most of them don't. Sound familiar?

That's why I prefer to set smaller, more reasonable goals that I will actually meet. Yearly goals overwhelm me, so I tend to stick with weekly or monthly goals I can list out and cross off.

The personal goals I set are things that I want to do and I'm likely to do. It's all about baby steps and reachable, reasonable goals.

Here are a few examples:

*I will finally buy myself new kitchen shears.

*I will treat myself to an ice cream cone when I get the rose bushes pruned.

*I will hug the people I love and tell them I think they're great.

*I will sort through my shoes and coats and donate a bag to help someone else stay warm.

*I will buy a pack of gum for the cashier when I get groceries.

*I will smile when I'm driving through town.

*I will curl up with a good book at least twice this week.

*I will do 20 minutes of exercise that's FUN--like dancing in the kitchen to music from my teen years!

You get the idea, right? These aren't obligations; they are joy-giving, life-enhancing goals. You can make up your own list and be as silly or serious as you like. Honestly, one of my goals is to cuddle my dog every day! Talk about fail-proof.

But you can fail-proof your more serious resolutions as well by making them joyful and by giving yourself incentives and doable tasks. If there's something you really want to do but can't seem to stick with, what about doing it a few times a week, rather than daily? Set a goal you can actually meet. You can always add to it as you go.

One of my goals two years ago was to start journaling each day so I could keep track of my prayers and praises. My goal was simple: Write something every day. My rules: It doesn't have to be fancy. Bullet points count. Bad handwriting is fine. Once I started, I found I enjoyed it. And because I enjoyed it, I stuck with it.

If you're already "over it" when it comes to resolutions, but you really do want to reach a few personal goals, try making your own fail-proof list. If you fall off the wagon, that's okay. Get back up, think about another way to go about it, and try again.

The best way to fail-proof your goals is to make them reachable and reasonable. Start small, have fun, and learn as you go!

-- Rachel Dodge
Email Rachel to be entered in the drawing for a copy of her new book, The Little Women Devotional, racheldodgey@gmail.com

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

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This month's Penguin Classics book is HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS, by Julia Alvarez, with a foreword by Elizabeth Acevedo. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win.

 

Dear Reader Column - January 11, 2022

Dear Reader,

Today is the day for Classics and the last day for Chocolate Chip Cookies! To enter this month's Chocolate Chip Cookie Giveaway and see photos of previous winners, click here.

Every other month, I feature a Penguin Classic. This month's Penguin Classic is, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents. I have a copy of the book to share with a lucky reader, so start reading and enter for your chance to win, click here.

In this month's Classics title, the Garcia sisters--Carla, Sandra, Yolanda, and Sofia--and their family must flee their home in the Dominican Republic after the discovery of their father's role in an attempt to overthrow the brutal dictator Rafael Trujillo.

They arrived in New York City in 1960 to a life far removed from their existence in the Caribbean. In the wondrous but not always welcoming United States, their parents try to hold on to their old ways as the girls try to find new lives: by straightening their hair and wearing American fashions, and forgetting their Spanish. For them, it is at once liberating and excruciating to be caught between the old world and the new.

To enter the drawing for a copy of this month's Penguin Classic and read a sample, click here.

Enter my Chocolate Chip Cookie giveaway. To see past winners and to enter the drawing for a chance to win cookies, click here. 

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

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Dear Reader Column - January 6, 2022

Dear Reader,

This Christmas my husband and I started a new holiday tradition. We were inspired by an article in the newspaper. The folks at a local community outreach program, were looking for people to "help Santa" by sponsoring kids for Christmas. As I was reading about the program, I recalled my mother mentioning a few years back, "If it hadn't been for your Grandma and Grandpa Hale, there would have been several years when there wouldn't have been many presents underneath the Christmas tree."

And so my husband and I went shopping for two young girls. Each of the children listed in their letter to "Santa" the top three things they wanted for Christmas. One of the lists read: "A bike, fidget toys (I had to Google that one) and new shoes."

It was the most fun I've ever had Christmas shopping, and it was a good thing we started early, because the selection in the stores was slim. Many shelves were already bare. But we did snag the last 16" girl's bike on the shelf, and my husband had a lot of fun putting the bike together. (And yes, we bought a helmet, too.)

I was surprised to see shoes on the list. So of course if a girl wants shoes, she must want more than one pair, and then you need new socks, pants, tops, a dress with matching tights, pajamas, a couple of sweaters, barrettes, a necklace and of course a jewelry box with a ballerina twirling around and music playing when you open the lid. (I used to have one when I was a little girl.)

Shopping for two little girls, it was a mighty fine Christmas, because Santa brought "us" the best gift of all.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

Dear Reader Column - January 5, 2022

Dear Reader,

The quality of writing in this year's Write a DearReader Contest was outstanding. Today's Honorable Mention piece was written by Connie Blocher. Thank you so much Connie for sharing your story with us.

MY DIET DILEMMA

Many people grow up with nicknames given to them in their youth that are cute and often descriptive of their looks. Names such as Curly or Blondie are harmless and often follow the child into adulthood without embarrassment. During my junior high years, my brothers christened me with not one, but three unflattering nicknames--Fats, Beast, and, my least favorite, Blob. As you may have determined, I had a weight problem and my siblings happened to be brutally honest. I did not consider myself to be obese, but maybe pudgy or pleasingly plump. My grandfather said it in a more polite way when he described me as "healthy-looking". Fortunately, my nicknames were private and did not travel with me into the school environment. From that time forward and through high school, my life became one of constantly fighting flab. I lived a life of food and fun deprivation. All to no avail.

Amazingly, my college years brought a major and much needed transformation. My impoverished state did not allow me to own a car so my legs carried me everywhere. Magic happened! My body shrunk and this Blob deflated into the slim person I desired to be for many years. Life changed and my social life soared. I felt ecstatic and when I looked into the mirror, a thin person greeted me. A very thin person! My new body gave me new life and new confidence.

I married a wonderful man who had the appetite of a wild boar, ate tons of high calorie foods, and never gained a pound. His tremendous addiction to sweets, my pregnancy, and my affinity for baking had me approaching my Fats, Beast, and Blob state once again. Something had to be done. Over the years, I had tried so many diets that I lost count. I ate grapefruit and eggs ad nauseam. Cabbage soup became a staple for weeks. I counted and counted--counted calories, counted fat grams, and counted carbs. I denied myself sugar, wheat, corn, alcohol, pasta, and anything tasty. Denied! Denied! Denied! My whole life revolved around forbidden foods and elastic waistbands. I did lose a little weight here and there and sometimes even a lot, but I could not maintain the slender profile that I so much wanted.

Earlier this year, I decided to give dieting one last try. My bookshelf held reminders of my past endeavors--Atkins, South Beach, Fast Metabolism, and Weight Watchers to name a few. I chose one and vowed to faithfully follow it so by summer I would be so slim and trim that my husband's eyes would sparkle. Honestly, it was tough going. When I passed someone eating a soft-swirled ice cream cone with two flavors, I wanted to rip it out of their hands. While moseying by a pizza shop, I wanted to leap through the glass window and grab a slice. Diet failure quickly became reality.

Then, one day, I took all the diet books from the shelf and threw them in a box and marked it "Rummage Sale". You see, I had learned something albeit the hard way. Through many diet failures I soon came to realize that the best diet book did not sit on my shelf or anyone's shelf. The best diet book of all could be found in my head--the book of common sense. If I ate anything I wanted, chose wisely, did not overindulge, and used self-control, I might just drop a few pounds.

I will never understand why it took me so long to discover such wisdom, but it seems to be working. I may not be the slimmest babe on the block, but I am content. The female once known as Fats, Beast, or Blob has been banished forever. Good riddance! Now I think I'll have some ice cream with whipped cream and, of course, a cherry on top!

-- Connie Blocher
Honorable Mention, 2021 Write a DearReader Contest

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com

Dear Reader Column - January 4, 2022

Dear Reader,

Today's guest author, Dallas Louis is the author of the new book, Why Some Animals Eat Their Young: A Survivor's Guide to Motherhood. This laugh-out-loud book that channels Erma Bombeck, will tell you the things your friends won't and the things other books are too afraid to print.

Dallas grew up in Austin, Texas. She earned a BA degree in Christianity from Houston Baptist University and served as the women's ministry director of her church for seven years. A former field leader for MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) International, Dallas now travels the country speaking to women's groups, encouraging them in their faith, parenting, marriages, and ministries. She is also the author of Girlfriends, Giggles, and God. She lives in Houston with her husband and three children. Find Dallas online at www.dallaslouis.com.

Dallas is giving away five copies of Why Some Animals Eat Their Young. To enter the drawing, simply send her an email.

 

The Holiday Hangover

Well, here we are...the first week of the new year. The holidays are nothing but a memory, many of us are sitting in our homes, looking at decorated Christmas trees, lights on the house, counting leftovers in the fridge, and wondering...

What now?

Do we still keep the tree lit? Should we take it down? How long does turkey keep in the fridge?? We are suffering from a hangover. The Holiday Hangover.

We have put an extra-ordinary amount of effort into making this season literally the most wonderful time of the year. And yet, when it's all over, we doubt whether or not the energy was worth it. Sure, putting the tree up was fun! But now when you look at it, all you see is the metric ton of ornaments and 52 strands of lights that need to be put away.

Sigh.

If you're like me, you have decorations in more than just ONE room. As I sit here and type this, I'm almost overwhelmed by the sheer amount of STUFF that needs to go back (safely) into their boxes. I have SIX trees to undecorate. I have twenty-five (truth) Nativity sets to wrap and store. Don't even get me started on the countless other bits of Christmas paraphernalia that is scattered throughout my two-story home.

It can be overwhelming...check that, it IS overwhelming.

I am suffering from a major Holiday Hangover.

But, today is not the day for me to start this massive undertaking. Nope. As with any hangover, you must take time to rest and recuperate. The week after Christmas and New Year's is a time for re-grouping and coming up with a successful plan of attack. Eventually all of my decorations will come down, and be lovingly stored in their boxes. My heart will ache a little when the last ornament comes off the tree, and the final snowman gets tucked away. But, when my house is clean and orderly, I will be thankful. Then I will start the process of looking forward to NEXT Christmas.

So, enjoy the next couple of days before the holiday season is officially over...before the kids go back to school...before work routines fill our days...and normal life consumes us. Take the time to revel in your decorations for a few more days, and may the true Spirit of Christmas stay with you well into the New Year.

-- Dallas Louis

Dallas is giving away five copies of Why Some Animals Eat Their Young. To enter the drawing, send her an email.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com