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As always, I look forward to ANWA chapter meetings, and tonight was no exception. I just haven't learned how to get to bed on time.

On M-W's Word of the Day, I stumbled onto a meaning I hadn't realized before. Oh, I'd known for fifty decades or so that my ancestors were my forebears, but hadn't quite known why.

June promises to be a rewarding adventure!
Joyce DiPastena may be doing the bulk of the work, but I'm one of the cheerleaders. And somebody will win a copy of Lolly's Yarn. Guaranteed. You can enter any time, starting right now, but each contest ends on its scheduled day and each winner will be announced the day after. Check it out! Riches await you whether you win or not!

Sixty-seven years ago today, The Boomerang, a B-24-J Liberator bomber, piloted by (single at the time) 2nd Lt. Charles W. Arnett, flew its third bombing mission over Germany. As the crew neared their target, they faced a squadron of top-notch Nazi Messerschmitt fighters. In one fly-by, the Luftwaffe took out eight Liberators including the Boomerang, [...]

Yesterday, in the Mesa Municipal Court, I received a judgment that totally shocked me. I could hardly believe my ears, and felt numb and disoriented, just as I had that time I stood beside my husband's chair and kept repeating, "Charles, you're gone." To my body, stress is stress. This was no exception.

Monday evening's book launch celebration for Lolly's Yarn was more fun than a barrel of monkeys, not that I've ever experienced an actual barrel of monkeys to compare the evening to.

The final edit of my memoirs Lolly's Yarn is complete and a gala book launch celebration is in order. It's happening Monday, April 4th at 7:00 pm (5:30 pm if you want to enjoy some tasty navajo tacos) at the A+ Book Fairs warehouse in Gilbert. Hope to see you there. "Read Full Blog" for complete details and a map!

My children and I are simply not natural salespeople. As David puts it, he couldn't sell genuine hundred dollar bills for fifty dollars each. I'm out-going enough as long as it doesn't make me a profit, but something about lining my own pockets clamps a damper down fast. Book signings, though, are fun.

Writing my memoirs has been a labor of love and joy. I'd often toyed with the idea, but finally dreaming became reality, at least for the first stage.

For my corrected copies of Lolly's Yarn, I wanted to fill a blank page or two with endorsements, but I'm shy about asking for them. I did get amazing encouragement from many--even outside my family--who have volunteered (or been coerced) into reading it. There's still a day or two to add more viewpoints if you hurry. Just post a comment. By the way, I posted excerpts in Nov. and Dec.

In her Christmas letter, a favorite niece included a delightful musical greeting. Above the words and music were cartoon drawings of a goldfish in a bowl, a sheep, a horse, two birds, a moose, all repeated twice and ending with a panda, a hippopotamus, a gnu, and a deer. I've yet to know who originated [...]

I was in the middle of my senior year in high school when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The ensuing war, like the War of 1812, really pulled America together. Both times we bickered. In 1941 America struggled to get over the Great Depression. In 1812 America struggled to unite as a nation. The bombing of Pearl Harbor made Americans mad. We'd resisted war, but we gave our all once our ire kindled. We worked together, fought together, sang together, contributed together, mourned together, rejoiced together, and emerged a world power. It took me a while to catch on. Here is an excerpt from Cha;ter Three