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Hello everyone and welcome to another Incredible edition of the Writer’s Grapevine.

 How do I know it’s Incredible? Because it’s filled with “Incredible” contributors. But the proof is as they say… “In the pudding.” Or in this case on the page. So, grab your favorite drink, snuggle down into your most comfortable reading nest and ready yourself for some great discoveries.

This month we have new releases, great articles and reports of things to come. So, without further ado, here’s the Thanksgiving Writer’s Grapevine just for you.

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Not only do we have a great group of sponsors for the month, but we’ve also got a bunch of continually busy writers and business owners in our midst. As you can see below the work just never seems to stop.

First up we have author Jena Fellers who is always busy with the never-ending duties of a pastor’s wife as well as continuously writing with a quick note that shows even busy as she is she’s willing to take time out of her schedule to inspire young minds toward the art of writing.

Here she is to tell us more of what’s going on with her.

Hi everyone. It’s always exciting to be asked to speak somewhere, regardless of where, or when. Or, at least that’s how I feel. In the past, I have spoken to second-graders about visual impairments to educate. I had the honor and privilege in 2018 to give a devotion at our town’s Community Lint Service and a talk about being an author to a philanthropical group.

I’m always used to teaching children as I’ve taught Sunday School and Children’s Church for over twenty years. Then, a few years ago, my pastoral husband asked me to preach three or four times a year. Lately, my role has grown as I also teach adult Bible studies I create, at least monthly.

Now, I’m happy that I was invited to speak to an 8th grade English class at a local school, about being an author. I will be joining another author, who has dyslexia on Dec. 15th. The teacher is my friend who gives me rides to our monthly Christian Writers Fellowship meetings.

I’m sure I’ll share my personal journey of writing my first memoir.

However, I’ll mostly try to excite them to become others and let them know what it takes to get there…mainly perseverance.

May all of you have a Happy Thanksgiving.

And now, all the way from New Zealand we’ve Claire Plaisted of Plaisted Publishing to catch us up with what’s up on the other side of the world.

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Hello everyone. I’m here to tell you about what is going on at Plaisted Publishing House. Who is doing what!

We reGr-19-2-ebookcently published our latest Ghostly Writes Novel. As you can see from the title the book will be called Ghostly Rites. The eBook is FREE to download on this link below.


The cover shows a ghoulish face. Damn scary.



M E HIMG_20180602_155929755embroff (photo on the left.) is another children’s author who lives in Canada. Ms Hembroff is also an Artist and produces her own artwork for her books, including the book cover. Our second book together was called ‘Voices of Yesterday,’ In part one, Kate is researching her family tree for a school assignment. In part two her discoveries continue while staying with her gran in the countryside.

The book cover below is for ‘Voices of Yesterday’ It shows a clear blue sky with a pink rainbow and a fir tree on the right.

The diary idea continues in ‘Voices of Yesterday’. You can find out more about Ms Hembroff at:


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Next, we’ve Leonore Dvorkin of DLDBooks here to remind us that sometimes, in the midst of our work at home lives, personal household project must happen and that when they do they’re quite uplifting to both the working and living environment.

Here she is to tell us all about the experience.

From Leonore Dvorkin
Denver, Colorado
November 18, 2019

Our current household helpers, Dave Aymami and Marcy Bernier, were back the other day to do a thorough cleaning of our basement workout room. That’s where I teach my exercise classes. They had to move five weight training benches and lots of heavyweights around to do it, plus multiple cardboard boxes and other things, but they vacuumed, mopped the concrete floor thoroughly, and dusted shelves and blinds. They did all that in just under two hours. David (my husband) joked that by the time they were done, he would have still been pondering getting started!

So far, either together or separately, Dave and Marcy have done extensive yard clean-up and flower planting for us, plus some deep cleaning in the house, painting, and grout removal and replacement. Everything was done extremely well. I have a long list of projects for them to do over the next couple of months, including installing new faucets in the upstairs bathroom and building some new shelves for me in my study. Basically, the work involves sprucing up our yard and house in just about every way short of major remodeling, which we can’t afford. These are all things that David and I have put off getting done for a long, long time. The changes are significant, very welcome, and quite cheering.

Hurray for good workers and good work of every sort!

E-mail: leonore@leonoredvorkin.com   Home 303.985.2327 (best number) / Cell 303.885.1728My website: www.leonoredvorkin.com (books, articles, language services, publishing help, and more)David’s website: www.dvorkin.com All I’ve got to say is…“Leonore, send them my way when you’re through with them.”

Next up is author of Where Sheep May Safely Graze and various other books, Phyllis Staton Campbell.

Not long ago I asked during one of our many daily email chats, “So, what are you up to on this mid-autumn day?”

Here’s what she wrote.


It’s cold! What else is new?

I’ve been busy as can be. Never can figure what people mean when they ask me if I get bored or what I do all day.

Today I got my second contest entry on its way. Also, my new author website seems to be pretty much up and running. It’s still a work in progress but if you and your readers would like to visit you may do so here:  www.phyllisstatoncampbellauthor.com

I’d love to hear from you so if you would like to contact me use the website or email me at: Pcampbell16@verizon.net



Thanks and have a happy Thanksgiving.


Now, here’s author poet Joan Myles with a quick update she sent to me after I gave her a nudge in an attempt to find out what’s up in her world.

Hello to all. Sorry, it’s been so long since I checked in.

I’ve been busy fine-tuning a second collection of poetry which I expect to publish sometime in early 2020. I am also involved in a writing project with my cousin around a historical figure from the 1800s which should be quite interesting if we are able to pull it off. Then there is the daily stuff, as well as occasional chances to interact with grandkids and kids.

I have shared my book with a local poetry group which resulted in the sale of 10 books, and my synagogue has used my poems for three different occasions in the past six months. So things are happening.

Thanks for all you do to nudge me. I truly appreciate you and delight in knowing you!



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Well, it looks like all my totally talented Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing clients have been busy since the last edition and I must say here in the Campbell Kingdom things have been rather busy as well.Between a fall on the ice last Wednesday, which I might add I’m recovered nicely from, a phone carrier switch, and Campbell’s upset tummy over the weekend I’ve not been quite sure whether I was coming or going.But…

On a happier note, my manuscript is coming along nicely. I’m at 41,212 words at last count. I’ve just finished reworking chapter 16 and putting it in.

Now, I’m ready for chapter 17 which is going to be a hard one. This reconstructing a book is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I liken it to ripping down a house and starting from the studs up.

Honestly, when I got the idea to rewrite Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and release a second edition, I thought this would be some of the easiest writing work I ever did.


I thought, “Oh! I’ll add a line here, put in an action scene there, and take out a few extra words and that will be that.”


Not how it has gone at all. But, I can say with great certainty that this version will be more well-written than the first.

A fellow author used the word “Clinical” when describing the writing in that first book and they were right. Mind you the person gave the book a favorable review and says that the content was good. Many have said that I did a fairly decent job describing my experiences, but as I work through this I realize that fellow author’s description of “Clinical” was straight on. The book is just somewhat flat. Well, look out, cause that is all about to change.

Someone asked me how I could put in new dialog and action scenes from memory. Sheesh! If I had to do this straight from memory, I’d never get it done. Seriously? Who remembers everything they did and said during their training at guide dog school, or anywhere else?

Luckily I kept copious journal notes from that time period, and they’ve survived many a computer crash and followed me through all these years. They are in fact, some of the only files I ever bothered to back up.

Once I’ve written this book though, I think I may thin a few of them out. There are things written I’d rather not have fall into other hands than mine. I feel once I’ve written this book and the two which are to follow I can happily close the door firmly on that part of my life, as far as piecing it together goes.

My therapist thinks what I’m doing is a great idea and believes it will be very healing for me. He is right. I am already beginning to find great peace of mind from doing so.

But, the biggest reason I’m doing this is because I have a real story to share. About my guide dog experience with Campbell and the changes it made in my life, about the domestic abuse I suffered, and how living a double, and sometimes even a triple lifestyle damaged me, and how I healed from that as well as the time of my hospitalization and nursing therapy stay when I learned that the medical profession really doesn’t know the first thing about working with disabled persons and that most of them are willing to learn but the powers that are, in both the teaching and executive worlds, are not all receptive, and this must change.

It is my hope that when these books are published I can find the funding to put them into places like high-schools and colleges. Doctors’ offices and hospitals, and libraries all over the US.

My goal as a writer is not to make money. Oh that would be a nice perk, and I won’t refuse any money I might make from my work, but for me, the real goal is to educate. To bridge the chasm which lies between the disabled and non-disabled world.

I hope to show that while we all have our own set of problems, we’re not so different.

Well, I guess I got into a bit of a testimony there, but I do feel quite passionate about my work. Speaking of work, author Jo Elizabeth Pinto has been busy lately. She’s here now to remind us about her latest project and how you can enjoy it. 

Hey everybody!

Check out my author Web site.

The site includes a book club which, if you join, you’ll get a special offer—a 5,500-word prequel to “The Bright Side of Darkness.” That’s right, several scenes from Rick and the crew, Daisy and her dad, and Walter and Alice that were not included in the book, like a director’s cut.

The site also includes my blog, a YouTube channel with several interviews and an author reading from me, and links where you can purchase my award-winning novel and my newly released book in paperback, Kindle, and audio formats.

To see more, please visit http://www.brightsideauthor.com

Thanks. Jo.



Author Abbie Johnson Taylor will sign copies of her new novel, The Red Dress, on Saturday November 30th, at Sheridan Stationery Books and Gallery, located at 206 North Main Street, from 1-3 p.m. The Red Dress is about how such a garment relates to the lives of three generations of women. For a synopsis, excerpt, and more, please visit the author’s website at http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com.

Good Books, Unique Gifts, and New Opportunities at your Fingertips First Book Fair Behind Our Eyes, an organization of writers with disabilities, held its first book fair and two-hundred-seventy-third recorded conference call attended by nine presenters and many Behind Our Eyes member listeners.

Bonnie Blose and Marilyn Brandt Smith hosted this two-hour event. A brief introduction to the focus and activities of the organization was followed by a parade of books: novels, memoirs of personal challenge, writings of the holiday season, adventures and essays with agendas, and a sure-to-be-classic disability awareness book written to assist blind and visually impaired consumers in navigating the healthcare system.

Fifteen books were presented by their nine authors.

Visit http://www.behindoureyes.org/wp/bookfair/ to read more and download this conference recording. Share it with your friends and newsletters, magazines, etc. Visit www.behindoureyes.org for a contact or membership form to offer feedback, ask questions, or join this amazing organization.

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author https://abbiescorner.wordpress.com


This month we’ve got a couple great contributors in the Author’s Corner Column.

First up is author Trish Hubschman with a delightfully romantic time travel story.


When We Meet Again

By Trish Hubschman

October 2019

Note:  The characters below are from my Tracy Gayle mystery series. Stiff Competition and Ratings Game are available on Amazon, Kindle, Smashwords. For more information, please visit: https://www.dldbooks.com/hubschman/

“Do you believe in time travel?” I asked Danny. We were in Blair’s study at her   Central Park West apartment. The big screen TV on the wall was tuned into her afternoon talk show.  The topic that day was what I had just asked Danny. Blair had guests that claimed they had gone back in time and returned to present day and others who said they were from the past who had gotten caught in this 21st Century time warp. Honey was the medium on the show. She promised to work with these displaced people to help them return to their own time periods. It’s so bizarre, but intriguing too,” I went on, looking at Danny. He had a faraway expression on his face. It unsettled me.  “Is everything okay, Danny?”

He turned to me, our eyes locking. “This may sound weird, babe,” he said haltingly, releasing a deep sigh.   “But yeah, I kind of do believe in it.” He licked his lips. “You might think I’m crazy, but it happened to me.”” I wasn’t sure what to say, but one thing was certain, I did not think Danny Tide was crazy.  “you traveled through time?” I asked, being careful to keep my voice level.

He shook his head. I had a visitor from the future, from now, 2009, I mean, in 1977.” He paused. I think we both had to absorb that before he went on. “Her name was Ashley. She appeared suddenly at a party I was having at my house.” He shook his head.  “Ash wasn’t even born yet, Trace. She wasn’t from the 70s.” He was pleading with me to believe him.

I reached out my hand and gently touched his.  “I’m with you, Danny,” I whispered.  “How did you know?”

He shrugged, and then grunted.  “At first I thought maybe she’d had too much to drink or had been smoking weed, but neither was the case.” He smiled. “She kept talking about things that didn’t exist in 77 but do now.” He shrugged.  “I don’t know why. But I believed that she was being straight with me.”

I nodded. “What happened?” I prodded.

He lowered his eyes from mine. “We had a relationship, Trace. I don’t know how long she was with me, the time went so fast, but I swear, we fell in love.” The last words were said with an apology.

I squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. The past is the past.” I meant that.

He shook his head. “Before Ash left me, or rather, disappeared   plain and simple, she told me we’d meet again in thirty-two years, “he said.

I did some quick calculation in my head. We’re talking this year, 2009?” I asked.   Danny nodded. “Where is the meeting supposed to take place? Would you remember her if you saw her? Would she remember you?”

Danny closed his eyes. He was thinking about it. He opened them and blurted it out. “The Waverly Theater in Tucson. Ash and her mom have tickets to see Tidalwave. Her mom’s a big fan.”

I nodded. “do you know where they’ll be sitting? Can you describe her to me, Danny? As chief of Tidalwave security, and the band leader’s girlfriend, I need this information.”

He shook his head.  “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

I inhaled deeply. “Maybe we’ll just have to go back to 1977 and find out.” I turned to face the TV on the wall. Blair’s guest, the time travel medium, Honey, was on the screen. “We may need some help getting there, but I’m pretty sure she’ll assist us.”

. . .

The four of us sat at Blair’s kitchen table. We were holding hands. Danny was on my right, Honey my left and Blair across from me. Honey was giving Danny and I instructions. “I’ll just be sending the two of you back thirty-two years,” she explained. “Blair and I will remain here and wait for your return,” she added, glancing at Blair. I looked at Blair too. Honey went on. Danny will be twenty-four years old. Tracy, you will be your present age.” I made a face when she said that. I’m pretty sure Danny smiled. Keep in mind, dear, that you must remain in the background. You’re an observer on this one.”

I bit my lower lip. “Will I be invisible?” It was a fair question.

A broad smile crossed Honey’s face.  “By all means, no. Everyone will see you. You will be able to converse with them all, including Danny.”

“What Honey’s   trying to say, darling,” Blair cut in. “You’re not Danny Tide’s girlfriend in 1977.”

I already knew that, and it sucked. ‘how will we get back and when?” I asked. I didn’t want to get stuck thirty years ago and not be able to claim my man.

“Do the same thing we’re about to do now to send the two of you back in time,” Honey explained. “Now, please, close your eyes and count to ten, concentrate.”

Before I closed mine, I glanced at Danny. He winked at me, then closed his. I was about to shut mine when the glint of the beautiful gold bracelet on his right wrist sparkled at me. I loved that bracelet! Danny told me it had a matching half, but he didn’t know what happened to it.

“Ready?” Honey asked.

I looked at her. “Yes,” I replied and closed my eyes.  Danny and I started counting to ten.

. . .

I was looking at a wall of framed photographs of Danny as a young man. He was with legends in the music business, who didn’t look much older than he was, Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, Aretha Franklin, Elvis! My eyes roamed along the wall.  I caught sight of a stereo system with   turntable and huge record album collection. My mouth watered to thumb through those Lp’s to see what was popular in music when I was eight years old.

I didn’t get a chance though. A door slammed behind me. I swung around to face my beloved, well, thirty years in the future that is. He We stood staring at each other. I knew the rules, nonetheless, it broke my heart that there was no recognition on his face.

“Who are you?” he asked as he came further into the room and plopped down on a comfortable looking sofa. He leaned forward and picked something up from the coffee table. I figured it was the   remote control for the console television, if such existed in 1977, but it looked more like a jeweler’s box. He looked up at me, expectantly.

I licked my lips. I was just hired as your co-publicist,” I said, holding out my hand. “I ‘m Tracy, Jack Beam’s assistant.” There, that was pretty good, I commended myself. Jack bean had been the band’s publicist   since its birth in 1974. Danny told me that. He continued to look at me oddly but did ‘t reach for my hand.   “Are you okay?’ I said gently, lowering my arm. Danny looked sad and that made me feel doubly so. ‘you want to talk about it? A friendly ear sometimes helps.”

That got me a smile. I was relieved. “Thanks, sorry if I seem a little distant. Welcome to Tidal wave. I hope you enjoy being with us.”

Now, that was more the Danny I knew and loved. “I’m sure I will.” I sat down on an adjacent recliner. “So, do you need the friendly ear. I’m not charging for it, “I teased.

He laughed, and then dropped his head back on the cushion behind him and sighed. ‘I’m in love and my girlfriend’s leaving me.”

Think fast, Gayle, I told myself. What did “I say to that? “She doesn’t feel the same way about you?” I asked.

His head popped up. He shook it vigorously.  “She has to leave me, so she says, and I guess i understand,” he said. “She’s not from this time and has to go back or the future will be changed.”

This girl was right, but I didn’t tell Danny that. ‘What do you think she should do?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I want her to stay here, but she says she can’t. According to Ash, I’m supposed to marry some lady named Blair Nelson.” He narrowed his eyes and stared at me. “Who the heck is she?”

 I had to fight to keep from bursting into laughter. “You’ll see at some point. Now, about this girl from a different time, did she say you and she would meet again?”

He told me the game plan for their reunion thirty-two years. Before I could respond, the door to the room opened. A pretty dark-haired girl wearing a halter top and very short skirt stood there. Danny got up and went to her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. My gut clenched, but I didn’t move.

Taking her hand, Danny led her back to the sofa.  “I’ve got something from you, Ash,” he said, sitting down beside her. He picked up the box and handed it to her. That’s when I noticed the gold bracelet on his wrist, the one he had on in Blair’s kitchen and that’s what was in the box he gave Ashley, the other half of the gold heart bracelet. She thanked him and kissed him. I

Interjected then. “Danny says you have tickets to see Tidalwave,” I said conversationally. “I’ve seen them in concert a few times myself. I had some pretty good seats each time. What about you?”

And then I got my information before the two got up and left the room.

. . .

I had an amazingly restful night’s sleep in Danny Tide’s palace. The accommodations here were fabulous! The guest room I was shown too had a queen-size bed and its own full bathroom… A big box TV sat on the dresser. It had dials on it. I was too lazy to get out of bed to turn it on and off, so instead, I flipped on the clock/radio on the bedside table. I tuned it in to a local station and played 1970s pop/rock music throughout the night. I fell asleep with it on.   I got up the next morning and took a long hot shower, using a bar of Ivory soap. My clothes were hanging neatly in the closet.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. Danny sat at the table, his back to me. A bowl of cereal and glass of milk were in front of him. I found myself smiling at the picture.

“She’s gone,” Danny said without looking back at me.

He didn’t have to say more. I understood. “I’m sorry,” I replied. “It must hurt!”

His head flung around. “Don’t you know it?” he agreed, turning his head back to face his cereal bowl. I went further into the room, stopping beside the table. “You’ll see her again, you know. She told you that.”    I couldn’t say for sure if that was true, but everything else so far had followed the scheme of things.

His expression was skeptical. “yeah, in thirty-two years! I’ll be an old fart then,” he said.

Now, that I took offense too. I didn’t make a response to it, Instead, I held out my hand. Danny’s gaze became quizzical.  “Give me your hand and close your eyes?” I commanded.

“Why?” came his instant retort.

I had to admit, this kid was starting to annoy me! “Because I said so.” That usually worked! He was reluctant but finally held out his hand. I grasped it. “close your eyes,” I again commanded.

“How do you know my eyes aren’t closed?” he challenged.

My patience was starting to wear thin. “Because I’m watching you. When you close your eyes, I’ll close mine. That’s the deal.” It sounded fair to me.

Danny released a heavy sigh, but then closed his eyes. “Is this some sort of game, lady?” he asked.

I didn’t answer him. I just counted to ten as Honey had instructed me to do.

. . .

I stood in the dressing room doorway at the Waverly Theater in Tucson. Danny sat in a hair salon-style chair. His hairdresser, Cassie, was fussing with his blonde mane. I could see Danny in the mirror in front of him. He could see me to behind him. Our eyes locked. We shared a special secret.

We had lain awake most of the previous night talking, tossing around possibilities, even worrying about what might happen after tonight’s show when Ashely Wilson and her mother, Jennifer, came backstage. I had done some checking in present day to find out about the girl and her mother.

“What if she doesn’t remember me?”  Danny asked. That would hurt him terribly, but there was a distinct chance she wouldn’t   remember him as the man she had a relationship with thirty-two years ago. Heck, she hadn’t even been born. “What if she does remember me, what then? “he posed. That option seemed to terrify him just as much.

“I don’t know, Danny. I just don’t know,” I said and shrugged.  “All we can do is wait and see.” That was about the most concrete response I could give him.

As I stood in the dressing room doorway and watched Danny in the mirror, a broad smile drew to his lips. He brought his fist up and raised his thumb. I returned the thumb’s-up sign, and then slipped from the room. I heard Cassie tell Danny how much she liked me and that he better make sure he didn’t lose me. I was still fighting off laughter as I passed through the stage door out into the theater section.

“is there a problem, Ms. Gayle?” Nick Clark asked. Nick had been the band’s tour bus driver the past few years. He was also my top assistant in security.

I shook my head. “Not at all, Nick. I’m just going to do some circulating. A friend of Danny’s is in the audience. She’s going backstage after the show. I want to see if I can find her. I’ll let you know if I do, so you can escort her back there,” I said.

“Will do. Always want to keep the boss happy,” he replied.

I didn’t answer him. I moved away. Ashley Wilson told me she and her mom had eighth row seats in section D, so that’s where I headed. “Excuse me,” I said sidling up to that row in that section. There sat a dark-haired, twenty-something year old girl wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “I’m doing a random check of tickets to make sure they’ve been scanned,’ I explained.  Okay, nobody could get in otherwise, but I didn’t tell the girl that. “Can I see your ticket?”  I asked and held out my hand.

“Sure,” she replied, pulling her purse onto her lap and reaching her right hand into it. That’s when I saw it, the gold bracelet that matched Danny’s.  I bit into my lower lip. “Here you go,” she said, handing me the ticket.

I glanced at it. “You’re going backstage?” I said. Her eyes widened in question. “I see the number on the ticket. It matches.” I didn’t elaborate and she didn’t ask. I handed it back to her.  “The man at the stage door will escort you back there after the show,” I said, moving away quickly.

I was in Danny’s dressing room when the guy’s got offstage. “is she here?” Danny asked me.

I nodded and pointed to my right wrist. She’s wearing the bracelet,” I said. I think that fact stunned me, and it was conveyed in my voice.

Danny blinked his eyes. “Then I guess that’s the answer to both our question.  It really did happen, no dream,” he replied. “I’m both relieved and nervous by this.”

I shook my head and smiled, and then I reached out my hand to him. He took it. “We’re a team, Tide. Let’s go out there and meet the fans.”

Twenty minutes later, that’s what the five Tidalwaee band members were doing, shaken” hands, signing autographs and posing for pics with the fans. I didn’t see Ashley Wilson or her mother. I was tempted to go back out into the seating section to look for Nick to find out the scoop, but    then I saw him with the two ladies on each side of him holding his elbows. I found myself smiling. Nick was a good looking man in his thirties. I think I was hoping he and the younger woman would strike up an acquaintanceship.

Jennifer Wilson accosted Danny first.  She and her daughter looked so much alike..  Jennifer exuded the usual fan stuff, which was always touching to watch. She moved on and Ashely stood before Danny. This was it! I help me breath and observed the scene closely.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Tide,” | the girl said in a level voice. “I enjoyed your show. My mom is a major fan of yours.”

We already knew that. There was no familiarity in her voice or eyes. This was devastating, not to mention confusing.

Ashely held out her hand to shake Danny’s.   He grasped it and held it a bit longer than necessary. I noticed that he had the gold bracelet on now too.

“That’s a lovely bracelet you’re wearing,” Danny said. I knew what he was doing. He wanted Ashely to notice that he had the same bracelet on that she did, but she didn’t seem to notice.

She giggled.  “Shhhh, I swiped it out of my mom’s jewelry box last week. I don’t know where she got it. I don’t think she knows either.” Again, the giggle and it was all over. “Mom, we have to get going,” she called.

Jennifer pulled herself away from Jim Crown, the band’s second lead guitarist, and joined her daughter. They turned to leave. I sidled up to Danny and wrapped my arms around his middle. I knew he needed my support and I was ready to give it, even if I was an employee of the band and too much physical interaction with the star wasn’t appropriate.  “I’m sorry,” I whispered to Danny. “I don’t understand what just happened.”

Danny didn’t either. His arms wound around me too.  Together, we watched Ashley Wilson and her mother walk away. At the door leading back out into the seating section, Ashely turned to look directly at Danny. A broad smile crossed her pretty face. I swear I saw this, the girl winked, and then they were gone.

What did this all mean? Had she been telling us something? Danny Tide was happy. Hopefully, Ashely Wilson was too. See you in another thirty-two years just to check on things, I thought, chuckling inwardly. That was one of Tidalwave’s hits. Now, I know where that song came from.

The End

To see and buy Trish’s work visit:  https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B081QRW65T

*** Patty back to say, I really love time travel stories and a romantic one is twice as good.

Thanks Trish for your contribution.

Next up in honor of the Thanksgiving Season, author Abbie Johnson Taylor has contributed a Thanksgiving story which just happens to be full of food for thought.

Before I share it with you though, I’d just like to say to all you sighted folks out there who think like the Mother-In-Law in this story that we blind and visually impaired people can, should we be of a mind to can cook just as well as anyone else.

And now here’s Abbie with a delicious Thanksgiving tale.

Her First Turkey

By: Abbie Johnson Taylor



The following story was previously published in the 2011 fall/winter issue of Magnets and Ladders which can be read at http://www.magnetsandladders.org. Thanks.

The dining room table was covered with a white cloth. Linen napkins adorned the eight place settings that each contained a plate, silverware, and a glass. Two of the glasses were plastic and had milk in them. The other six wine glasses were empty. A bottle of wine and corkscrew were placed in the center of the table.

Pat admired her handiwork with her limited vision and hoped her mother-in-law would approve. This was her first Thanksgiving with her in-laws, and she willed everything to go smoothly. With a sigh, she sauntered to the doorway and called, “Okay, dinner’s ready.”

They all trooped in: her husband Steve, his parents Harry and Lee Ann, his brother and sister-in-law Rob and Linda, and their two children; Jayson, eight, and Ella, five. As Pat hurried to the kitchen to bring out the platters of food, she heard her mother-in-law say, “All right everyone, this is Pat’s first turkey. I don’t want anyone to say a word if it’s dry.” Do I have to eat the turkey if it’s dry?” asked Jayson.

Linda appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Can I help?” she asked.

“Sure,” answered Pat with a sigh of relief. “Take the turkey to Steve so he can start carving it.” She carefully removed the electric knife from a nearby drawer and placed it on the platter next to the bird. “Then you can come back and get the potatoes and gravy. I’ll get the stuffing, salad, and cranberry sauce. Oh, I still need to take the rolls out of the oven.”

“Take your time,” said Linda, placing a reassuring hand on Pat’s shoulder. “This all looks wonderful.”

After the turkey had been cut and the wine opened, and all the food was served, Pat was relieved to hear the satisfying sounds of cutlery scraping against plates. Still too nervous to eat, she stared at her food.

“Ummm, this turkey is nice and juicy,” said Lee Ann.

“I knew it would be,” said Pat with a smile. She picked up her fork and took a bite. It was delicious.

“Have you cooked a turkey before?” asked Lee Ann. “I’d think that would be hard for someone who can’t see.”

“This stuffing is delicious,” said Linda. “I’d love the recipe.”

The room fell silent, and Pat could feel everyone’s eyes on her. She didn’t want her in-laws to know that she hadn’t prepared the meal, but now that someone had asked for a recipe, what could she say? She didn’t know the first thing about making stuffing. Her mother had never shared her recipes with her.

She took a deep breath and said, “To be honest, I’m not much of a cook. The turkey, stuffing, potatoes and gravy, salad, and rolls came from Albertson’s. The cranberry sauce came out of a can. I ordered the pumpkin pie from Schwan.”

“Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!” came Ella’s sing-song voice from the opposite end of the table, breaking the tension. “We sang that at school yesterday, and I told everyone we were going over the river and through the woods to Uncle Steve and Aunt Pat’s house, but it doesn’t fit into the song.”

Everyone giggled, and Pat said, “You’re right, sweetie. It doesn’t, and I’m sorry I missed your program yesterday. I had to work.”

“That’s okay,” said Ella. “I really like your turkey.”

“I do too,” said Jayson. “It’s not dry at all.”

“The potatoes are great,” said Steve. “I think they’re just like Mom’s.”

“Oh you,” said Lee Ann with a laugh.

“I like the salad,” said Rob.

“The rolls are wonderful,” said Harry. “Excuse me. I’m going to have another.”

“This was a great idea,” said Linda. “Maybe the next time I host a holiday dinner, I’ll do the same thing. It would save a lot of time.”

Lee Ann cleared her throat. “Linda, surely you realize that nothing compares to a home-cooked meal. However, this is rather nice. Pat, I’m sure it would have been next to impossible to prepare a meal like this from scratch when you can’t see.”

There it was again. Pat’s mother-in-law expected less of her because she was visually impaired. Maybe she should have tried to cook a turkey. She’d seen plenty of articles on cooking in Dialogue and other magazines for the blind written by sightless cooks. In fact, there had been step by step instructions on how to cook a turkey with no sight.

The rest of the family continued eating and chatting as if nothing were wrong. But Pat put down her fork and hung her head, as shame washed over her. Her appetite was gone.


“What are you smiling about?” asked Steve a month later, as they were driving to Rob and Linda’s house for Christmas dinner.

“Promise me you won’t say a word,” said Pat. “I told Linda I wouldn’t tell anyone, not even you.”

“You and Linda can trust me. My lips are sealed. Now spill.”

“Okay, Linda ordered the prime rib, twice-baked potatoes, green bean casserole, rolls, and apple pie from Warehouse Market.”

Steve burst into loud, uproarious laughter. “Mom’s gonna be pissed.”

“Not if she doesn’t know,” said Pat. “If she or anyone else asks for a recipe, Linda will promise to email it to them and send them a recipe she finds online. I wish I’d thought of that last month.”

“I do too. I didn’t think Linda would ask you for that stuffing recipe. It was pretty good, though. But I think this Jell-O salad you’re bringing is going to be a hit.” He tapped the Tupperware container she held securely in her lap.

“I figured if my friend Jackie could make this recipe with no sight at all, I could make it with some vision.”

“I think you’re right, honey.”

“If anybody asks for the recipe, I have it right here.” She tapped her pants pocket that held the printed recipe. “I saved it on the computer so if more than one person wants a copy, I can email it.”

“Good for you,” said Steve. “That talking computer of yours sure works wonders.”

“I downloaded a book from the National Library Service for the Blind called Cooking without Looking. Maybe next year, I’ll feel more confident about cooking a Thanksgiving turkey.”

“Maybe we could do it together. It’s about time I learned how to cook.”


To see and buy Abbie’s work visit:  http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com

  1. Now that we’ve all started thinking about cooking our thanksgiving Dinners, here’s author Meredith Burton with a recipe that’s sure to please.

This salad is a Thanksgiving favorite.  We love the combination of vegetables, cornbread and ranch dressing.  The salad is refreshing and not very filling, so it makes a perfect side dish.



Serves 8-10

1 pan of cornbread

1 (1 ounce) envelope of ranch-style salad dressing mix

1 (8-ounce) container of sour cream

1 cup of mayonnaise

3 large tomatoes, chopped

½ cup of chopped red bell pepper

½ cup of chopped green bell pepper

½ cup chopped green onions

2 (16-ounce) cans of pinto beans, rinsed and drained

2 cups (8-ounces) of shredded cheddar cheese

10 bacon slices, cooked and crumbled

2 (15/1/2 ounce cans) of kernel corn, drained



Prepare cornbread.

Stir together salad dressing mix, sour cream, and mayonnaise until blended.  Set aside.

Combine tomatoes and next three ingredients.  Gently toss.

Crumble half the cornbread into a 3-quart trifle bowl or large salad bowl.

Top with half each beans, tomato mixture, cheese, bacon, corn and dressing mixture.

Repeat layers.

Cover and chill three hours.

MMMM! Thanks to Meredith for a mouthwatering contribution.

Don’t forget, to see and buy Meredith’s books visit her at:




To get us into the holiday spirit with a festive book review, here again is Abbie Johnson Taylor.

A Timeless Holiday Collection #Thursday Book Feature

by abbiejohnsontaylor

It may be a little early to think about the holiday season. But since this delightful book contains ideas for a Thanksgiving game and Christmas cards, it wouldn’t hurt to buy it early. Click below for a review of this wonderful collection of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and January poems and stories.




Tech Tips and Tricks from WEBFRIENDLYHELP:  http://webfriendlyhelp.com/trim-the-fat-from-those-ads-with-a-few-tips/

From the blog of award-winning children’s author Wanda Luthman:  https://wandaluthman.wordpress.com/2019/11/18/an-attitude-with-gratitude/

From the Blog of Jena R. Fellers Changing Focus:  http://www.changingfocus.life/developing-an-attitude-of-gratitude/

From the blog of Ernest Dempsey Recovering the Self a Journal of Hope and Healing:  http://www.recoveringself.com/anxiety/know-more-about-cbd-and-thc-for-panic-attacks.

Pagan Pages Magazine:  https://paganpages.org/emagazine/

From Scan the blog of Lynda McKinney Lambert:  http://llambert363.blog/2019/11/19/morning-hour-poem/

From Victor and his blog Loving Healing Press:  https://www.lhpress.com/2019/11/14/the-faery-review-on-float-a-guide-to-letting-go/

Healthy recipes from Sally Cronin and Carol Taylor:  https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/11/06/smorgasbord-health-column-cook-from-scratch-multi-vitamin-on-a-plate-brown-rice-pilaf-sally-cronin/

From campbellsworld Sometimes You Just Have To Diddle:  https://campbellsworld.wordpress.com/2019/11/11/authors-theyre-only-human-sometimes-you-just-have-to-diddle/

From the Blind Blogger and Patty Fletcher:  http://theblindblogger.net/2019/09/patty-fletcher-shares-how-receiving-her-guide-dog-bubba-changed-her-life-helping-her-to-live-it-so-much-more-fully.html

This ends this month’s Writer’s Grapevine.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed putting it together, and I hope you’ll share it with your friends.

Thanks for reading, have a happy Thanksgiving and blessid be.



Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer and Social Media Promotional Assistant.

She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing, and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life, and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye.

She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light

And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales 

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About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. And as a Social Media Promotional Assistant. She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger Business Assist), and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: Volume One. She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales. See her latest book, Pathway to Freedom Broken and Healed: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life Second Edition in eBook and Paperback at: https://www.amazon.com/Patty-L.-Fletcher/e/B00Q9I7RWG Find it in various accessible formats: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/PattyFletcher See her Facebook business page: https://www.facebook.com/tellittotheworld/ Patty loves receiving feedback about her work. So, drop her a line any time at: patty.volunteer1@gmail.com
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    Thanks to blogger Patty Fletcher of Tell It to the World Marketing for including my Thanksgiving story and other tidbits I contributed. You’ll also find recipes, ads and more from other authors and businesses she represents. Check it out!


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