1 Rebecca stepped outside in her bare feet. The night’s rain had left the grass more than damp. Very little of the moisture had dried and each blade of grass was silver with it. Silver and sunlight. For as the day shrugged off the clouds, as a woman might shrug off an uncomfortable shawl or cloak, the light painted everything. All the colors in the yard were vivid. She thought of shrugging off an itchy shawl and smiled. Too much rainfall and it was the same feeling. Enough of

I have a new hobby. It's baking artisan breads, This loaf is pumpernickel. You know what? Bread goes well with my books! :) Try it! I begin my review of Murray Pura’s novel, “Beautiful Skin”, with the end, which resurrected memories of my father, who while my brother and I were serving kept a Christmas tree up until March so as my brother would also have a Christmas. A moving romance, which takes place predominately during the Second World War in the areas around and in betwe