Want a Margherita Pizza?

No this isn’t a food blog, but you never know what will move you to write. Margherita Pizza may show up in one of my future plots. You never know. Together with an ice cold bottle of beer, Margherita pizza has to be one of the best tasting pizzas I’ve eaten and I’m a card-carrying, sausage lover. Since then it has become a frozen pizza staple in my freezer. it’s Marinara sauce, flavored with garlic and oregano, the mozzarella, fresh basil, and tomatoes are to die for. Because it lacks animal fat, it’s easier to appreciate the other flavors.

It’s Wedding Bells!

My youngest daughter is engaged to be married next Spring. We are fond of her fiance and know that the two of them love each other and will be very happy together. As a mother, I had always hoped for…

Author Stevie A. Turner, You Deserve RRBC’s Pay it Forward Day

Stevie A. Turner, you’re Rave Reviews Book Club’s Pay It Forward author in the Bethany Turner PIF campaign. I’m honored to celebrate your burgeoning career as an outstanding storyteller and chronicler of life.

We’re also glad that Author Stevie Turner won an inter-schools’ writing competition in 1969. Winning that contest for her entry, entitled ‘My Pet’, early in her writing life is the reason she’s so prolific today.

Stevie Turner’s love affair with words and writing has continued throughout her life and now, in what she calls, “the late summer of my life”, the words are tumbling out of her head. Stevie has the time and she has the experiences that have supplied her with a wealth of subject matter to write about.

More than I Can Handle?

I remember reading and committing the Prayer of Jabez to memory when it first came out a few years ago. I prayed it faithfully everyday because, believe me, I wanted my territory to be enlarged. So, I read the next of author, Bruce Wilkinson’s series, “Beyond Jabez”. There was a part in this best-selling book that I preferred not to touch. That was the phrase that instructed us to ask for “somebody to help”. I was scared of that part.

Do you Cleanup for the Cleaning Ladies?

This morning, Supermaids saw the real me. I ran ahead of the two women while they were taking off their shoes and hanging up their coats. They lagged behind, talking in Spanish and eyeballing.

“Look at the clutter. I bet she didn’t know we were coming.” Then laughter.
Well, I don’t speak Spanish, so I don’t really know what they were saying. I’m just imagining what I and a friend might have said.