I have a problem with egg yolks and avoid them as much as possible. This eggnog is a good substitute for regular eggnog that is loaded with eggs. The flavor is a bit different, too. It is a sweet refreshing drink. Try it, please.

This recipe has been around for a long time. I remember back in the day when everyone had a favorite recipe for Snickerdoodles. It is an old timey stand-by cookie. I give cookies at Christmas time. This year I included Snickerdoodles. This is my favorite version. You are supposed to chill the dough for 1 hour before baking. I prefer to chill it overnight. Keep the balls of dough small, 3/4 to 1 inch in diameter. You might think that 2 1/2 teaspoons of cinnamon is too much. It's not. You will use it all.

I have always been a person who not only celebrates, but also decorates lavishly for Christmas. As I have gotten older, I decorate sooner. I mean, why go to all that trouble to put up something that has to be taken down in a week or two? So Christmas decorations go up at our house almost as early as they do in the stores. Some time not long after Halloween. On the other hand, the tree usually goes up on Thanksgiving, usually during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. (It comes down during the Rose Parade on New Year’s Day.)

The average human body is comprised of around 37.2 trillion cells.That’s a bunch. There are blood cells, skin cells, bone cells, cells that line your stomach and intestines, cells that make up your brain and cells that comprise all of your organs and other tissues. Everything about you is built from cells. You are a walking, talking, breathing pile of cells of all kinds. And, they’re all yours.

No–they’re not.

Here it is, counting down the days until Christmas morning. The trees are all decorated, the presents being wrapped. Time is whizzing by and the hours are becoming slimmer to get all the errands ran, cookies baked, and shopping done.

Winter is a time for being extra careful. Shoveling snow the wrong way, slipping on sidewalks and wearing the wrong kinds of clothing can lead to spasms, strains and sprains.

“I think she’s going to do it this time.” It was wishful thinking on my part. With my palms up, I held my hands out and pleaded, “Come to Momma.”
Sara just stood there and looked at me. I have often wondered if she was thinking: “My momma really needs to chill.”
At this point, she was pulling herself up from the floor. Several times Tim and I had watched Sara do it. Each time she did, we just knew she would let go and start walking. Did that happen? Nope. Instead she let go and plopped back down to the floor and crawled around the room.

So here we are, closing in on the last few days of 2019. I am so excited that God has been gracious and allowed me to remain here on this earth continuing to enjoy life, family and friends. I am excited about the possibility of living to see the year 2020 as well.
That being said, for the last time this year I am sharing the list compiled my fellow author Jared Jackson of special days for each month. Thanks for all the hard work Jared! The fourth item below is especially meaningful to us authors.
Happy December!

The podcast of my book “Pushing Back,” the first in the Boone series, is posting the final chapter in a couple of weeks. It’s been a lot of fun, and reading each chapter aloud and hearing the voices of Boone, Nancy, Mr. Everett, Deputy Anderson, Boone’s parents, his sister Hannah, and all the rest of the inhabitants of the book has given me a chance to reflect on what “Pushing Back” is about. I knew that Boone was one of those kids out on the fringes, invisible to most people, who is just trying to get by. There’s more to it than that, of course, as there is in most stories.

Like most people of my age from this rural area, I occasionally worked in tobacco. My start was perhaps different than most, however. I was "employed" by my school teacher father in the summers to help him measure fields for insurance companies that then may assess their worth in the event of hail storms and the like. And as a teen, I was sometimes employed by local farmers to cut or hang tobacco. As our culture has changed, so too has our production of tobacco as a cash crop. I rarely see tobacco fields now, and it sometimes makes me a little nostalgic or even sad.