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  Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Me.  Well, not me   exactly .  My name  is  Rebecca. One boy in high school called me Sunnybrook. It was my nickname for a while. And back in the seventies when CB radios were all the rage, my “handle” was Sunnybrook.  Though I never read the novel  Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm  by Kate Douglas Wiggin until recently, I remember seeing the old black and white movie starring Shirley Temple on television.   Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm was spunky, caring, smart, and above all, positive. I’ll take that. This week, my sister-in-law happened on a 1960 edition of the novel in a thrift store. (The original was released in 1903) She bought it and gifted it to me, knowing my love of literature and the fact my name is Rebecca.   And maybe a bit because I tend to be bent on the side of “positive” in nature.  Whatever her thinking, I treasure the gift. I started reading the story right away. Carefully, as the b...

  He Said, She Shed             I enjoy…well, everything. I like to travel. I like new experiences. I like outdoor activities like boating and fishing and golf. I also enjoy reading, writing, family gatherings, cooking, friends, and...well you get the idea. There are few things I don’t like or aren’t at least willing to try.               I enjoy creating. It shows up in my writing and cooking. But it also shows up in my pursuit of crafts and artistic endeavors. The only problem with my arts and crafts is that, quite frankly, I’m messy. Seriously messy. Mike and I put an offer on the house where we now live before our wedding while I was still living in Ohio. He had seen it and our realtor took me on a video tour. We were getting married in April and would close on the house May.  Mike told me everything about our new place; the lake, the yard, the commu...

My Husband, My Valentine If you happen to see my husband, Mike, out and about this month, you can wish him a happy birthday. He’s not one to celebrate, but I am. Here’s what I celebrate: ·        A man who puts others above himself ·        A man who loves family (his and mine) ·        A man who supports my interests and my writing ·        A man who is loyal to his friends ·        A man who respects others, regardless of age or gender or background ·        A man worthy of respect, and therefore a good leader ·        A man with a great (though sometimes warped) sense of humor who keeps me laughing ·        A man who can laugh at himself as well ·        A man who does the laundry (seriously) ·     ...

  Winter …Wonderland? One of the great benefits of living in Florida is there is no snow to shovel. Well, at least not where we live or in the southern parts of the state. None we’ve seen at least. Not yet. Though it would not be unprecedented. I remember in January of 1977 when Tampa received what proved to be a significant snowfall. It wasn’t significant in terms of inches as it is measured in the north. It was significant in that the snow was just enough to create wonder among Floridians who had never seen the white stuff and wreak havoc on the interstate.  The snow in 1977 stretched as far as Homestead with a few flurries making their way into Miami.  This past weekend we experienced temperatures cold enough to act as a deep freeze. Actually, that is according to my " feels like”  temperature. That and the fact that our neighbor’s garden hose froze. We also learned other people in the county had pipes freezing. We were blessed our pipes and hoses appear to h...