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Linda's Letters

Saturday, January 3, 2015

I'm a sucker for those Family Channel movies, especially the Christmas ones.

I watched "Holiday in Handcuffs," starring Melissa Joan Hart and Mario Lopez. (Isn't he just the cutest thing with those deep dimples?)

Melissa's character, Trudie, makes an observation that really resonated with me. She says, "There may not be such a thing as a perfect job, a perfect life or a perfect family, but there is such a thing as a perfect moment."

I so totally agree.

In a perfect life, I would be thin, rich and living on a beachfront cottage somewhere tropical.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Dec. 25 has come and gone. The gifts have been opened. The cookies are just crumbs. Perhaps the lights on the Christmas tree shine less merrily than they did a week ago. But hopefully all the warm feelings and our dreams of peace and goodwill toward our fellow man will remain with us all the year.

I received a gift from my good friend Cindy that made my heart ache, filled me with appreciation of great music and left me with renewed determination to follow through on the "peace and goodwill to my fellow man" thing.

She gave me a CD titled "Beautiful Life" by Jimmy Greene.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

(This is a fictional short story from my collection. Hope you enjoy.)

"There is no Santa Claus!" 9-year-old Jan yells in Emily's face.

"Is too!" her little sister shouts back.

"Look, you little brat. I just found a bunch of presents in Mom and Dad's closet. Go look if you don't believe me."

So Emily does. And there on the closet floor are several gaily wrapped presents, some marked with Jan's name and others with her name. At 7 years old, her heart breaks in a million pieces.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Well, here it is. Only 12 more days until Christmas.

I'm almost bald from pulling my hair out. I still have shopping to do, cookies to bake, gifts to wrap and gifts to paint.

But, 'tis the season to be jolly, so I try to think of things to turn my frowns upside down.

I chuckle every time I think of Harry putting up the outside decorations this year.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Christmas time. It is a wonderful, magical, spiritual season.

We are encouraged to find ways to help brighten and lighten other people's lives in the gifts we give and the deeds we do.

A couple of weeks ago I told you a few amazing stories of how Operation Christmas Child affects lives and the mysterious way God has of answering prayers.

I've got another one for you this week that is closer to home. Be sure to have a tissue or two nearby. It leaves no doubt in my mind that little miracles happen all the time.

I'll call this story "The Christmas Shoes."

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Stress. We've all experienced it. Life is full of hassles, deadlines, frustrations and demands. Our jobs, marriage, children and bills all contribute to stress. Now add the holiday season to that list.

Whew! I'm really stressed now!

How many times do we hear procrastinators (me included) say, "I work best under pressure." But when constantly running in stress mode, our mind and body pay the price. It can cause depression, mood swings, eating problems and physical ailments.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

(This scene takes place inside Joan's refrigerator the night before Thanksgiving.)

"Yo, Tom. How's it goin'? Long time no see! Looks like you're all trussed up and ready to go."

"Hey there Filling (Stuffing). Good to smell you, too. You're looking mighty tasty there Green Bean Casserole."

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I received an email that brought tears to my eyes. It had a message of "Little things lead to big things."

If you have a computer, please look on the Internet for "Brokaw, the greatest generation and the candy bomber." It will be a 13-minute YouTube video. But it's worth every second.

It is the story of Col. Gail S. "Hal" Halvorsen, now a 94-year-old retired career officer and command pilot in the United States Air Force. He is known as the Candy Bomber.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

In days of yore, before there was the computer, books and the written word, an account of history or a family's heritage was preserved through word of mouth, passed down from generation to generation.

As I'm writing this, it's 10 years since my dad passed away. I think of him every day. First comes the twinge of sorrow that he's gone, followed immediately by a smile, because I have nothing but good memories of my dad.

Dad was a great storyteller. Some may have even called him something else, that began with "bull" ... if you catch my drift.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

As Halloween approaches, all things ghoulish and ghostly are prevalent in stores, front yards, television, movies and, well, everywhere.

I was recently asked, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

I guess I'd have to say, "yes."

When I was a kid, why else was I scared to walk by the cemetery behind my house when it was dark? It made sense to me that if there were ghosts, they'd be hanging out in a cemetery and I didn't want any part of their shenanigans.