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Marriage Equality In All 50 States

For those who have a problem with yesterday’s decision by the supreme court to grant same-sex couples the opportunity to marry in all 50 states, I ask you to think about why you feel that way. If it is because of your religious beliefs of what marriage should be, look at your own. If you’re happy, then congratulations because a happy and successful marriage is hard work. If it’s because you think same-sex couples are committing a sin, can you honestly say you have not committed any sins yourself? I don’t think my marriage is a sin in the first place, but some do.

To me, yesterday’s historical vote granted rights to same-sex couples in every state of the United States. These were not special rights for a select group of people, these were equal rights that had been denied. Rights that straight married couples never had to worry about; over 1138 rights, benefits, protections, and responsibilities for same-sex couples and their children.

Three years ago, my wife and I traveled to NH to get married. We had been a couple for 16 years prior to that. We got married the day President Obama announced his support for same-sex marriage, the day after NC passed the Gay Marriage Ban. We had to move from NC to keep our marriage intact or else it basically dissolved once we crossed into NJ and headed south. Now, same-sex couples can get married in any state without having to travel to do it. We decided to move to NH, the state of “Live Free or Die,” because that’s what we wanted, to live free.

It’s not about being liberal versus conservative either. I don’t share the same views as some liberals on gun control, and not all conservatives are homophobic.

Did you wake up today with your life being affected in any way by this decision that was different from when you woke up yesterday? No, because this isn’t about you if you haven’t been denied the right to marry. For those of us it did affect, we awakened to the first day in history we have equal rights that aren’t dependent on who we love or based on our location. We now no longer have to choose where to live based on which states are governed by homophobia. Look at the word “homophobia.” Phobia means fear. What are you afraid of? Who we love has no impact on your life, just as who you chose to marry has not impact on ours. In college, I signed up for the Bone Marrow Registry. Ten years later, I was a match to someone. No one asked me about my sexual orientation, because it didn’t matter. When it comes down to it, It Does Not Matter. I donated, and thankfully it was successful. I’ve seen people change after learning about my wife and I. It didn’t make them gay, rather it made them more accepting and willing to let go of their misconceptions of same-sex couples. I hope we can change a few more minds.

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Bird Suet From Scratch

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Bird Suet Cage

Missy and I love watching the birds that fill our backyard. One thing we didn’t like was paying the hefty price tag of the bird suet cakes, especially for the squirrel-proof suet cakes. We use a recipe that is much more affordable and easy to make. We wanted to share it. Sit back and watch the birds enjoy!

1 cup of crunchy peanut butter
1 cup of lard
2 cups of quick cook oats
2 cups of corn meal
1 cup of flour
1/3 cup of sugar
2 tablespoons of ground cayenne red pepper

Medium-sized microwave safe bowl
2 measuring cups (1 for the dry ingredients and a separate 1 for the wet ingredients)
2 tablespoons
2 containers to store your suet (we use ziplock containers)
Suet cage to hang outside

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Peanut Butter And Lard

Melt the peanut butter and lard in the microwave in a microwave safe bowl for 1 minute. Add the remaining ingredients and allow to cool before shaping them and dividing them into your containers.

As a side note you can also use plain bread crumbs, left over bread, etc., just leave off the quick oats and you are all set.

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Suet Container

We usually feed the birds twice a day and place the suet in the suet cage. We like to put out a little twice a day to make sure they finish it before the evening since we don’t want to encourage any bears. The hot cayenne red pepper has helped keep the majority of the pesky squirrels off of the suet to allow the birds to enjoy their feast. The squirrels still manage to eat the seed from the bird feeder, but that is a whole other issue!

 

Mel

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Snowmageddon 2015

The Calm Before The Storm

The Calm Before The Storm

Snowmageddon 2015 has come and gone…or has it? At our house, it came and never left. We received almost 31 inches during that storm, an additional 2 feet the next week, a few more inches here and there, and we are preparing for another 2 feet over the next 36 hours. Really Mother Nature? Can you give New England a break? Southern New Hampshire, where we live, has really been hit hard these past few weeks. How is it that the snow plows always know when we have just finished shoveling? The snow plow wall at the end of our driveway was above our waists for the major blizzard we had that started all this.

Waist Deep Snow

Waist-Deep Snow

Since then, the snow banks have taken over our yard and are over 6-7 feet in some places already…so where are we going to put an additional 2 feet? A lot of it is fine powder, so it blows right back at your face and into the driveway and sidewalk or tumbles down the walls of the snow banks like an avalanche. I know, I know, blow the snow in the direction the wind is blowing, not against it. Problem is that puts me blowing in the direction of a tiny strip of land that sits between our driveway and our neighbor’s driveway.  Lesson learned – for the next house figure out which direction the wind blows and never, ever buy a house on the side that has a sidewalk if you can help it!  Or….just move south!

Missy Redstone

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Sexual Orientation Labels

Forget Labels

Forget Labels

Labels don’t define who you are. Males and females are not labels, they are people. Lesbian, gay, straight, bisexual, transgender, etc., are all labels placed upon us by those trying to define who we are. It makes some people comfortable to classify others into nice, neat little packages, aka stereotypes.

We label things in our day-to-day life to organize and keep things separate. Is that what we want? Do we want to be classified and separated from each other by labels? Those of us within these “labels” are guilty of it also. How many times have you heard from someone who is gay or straight that there is no such thing as being a bisexual? Why do we continue to perpetuate these labels amongst ourselves? Sure, you may not understand one label versus the others, but that only means whatever that label means to you is not something you want for yourself.

I’ve heard from some people that they are confused. They feel forced to choose a label to describe who they are. They look for things that they do and try and see how those things fit into the stereotypical categories, thinking whichever category has the most things in common with them is where they belong.

It’s not about what you do, how you act, or what you wear; it’s about who you want to do those things with, who you want to live with, who you want to be with and love. Look to others for advice, not for a definition of who you are. No one can tell you who you should love, that’s up to you. Maybe, for you that depends on the person, for others it depends on the gender.

The point is, you have to decide who you are and not worry about labels. Worrying about labels and what they mean is a distraction from becoming who you want to be. Bullies and some adults use labels as a tactic to demoralize those who are different from them. They react to that difference as fear. People fear the unknown and unfamiliar. That’s why it is so important for you and everyone else to be who they are and embrace it so it becomes more familiar. You can’t change everyone’s mind, but you just might make a difference in the life of someone who is standing in the same self-doubt and confusion you have experienced before.

Our Wedding Rings

Our Wedding Rings

Time’s are changing and we are all constantly evolving, exploring, learning new things. When I met my wife there was no such thing as same-sex marriage. It took us years of watching friends and relatives get married and have automatic rights and recognition granted to them from one simple piece of paper, until finally we were able to move to NH and get married. Now we have two anniversaries sixteen years apart, sixteen years of society and the government denying our love for each other because of our gender. How screwed up is that, to deny basic freedom and rights to us because we were two women in love?

Be who you are, screw labels, and let everyone else deal with it. Go live your life!

Missy Redstone

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First Time Christmas Cougar Sample

First Time Christmas Cougar

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Cynthia is surprised when a very young Mrs. Claus (aka Tricia) shows up at her door unannounced with her bag of tricks. Tricia is determined to make this one Christmas Eve Cynthia will never forget. What happens when Tricia tries her best to entice the Cougar to play?

Cynthia picked up her ringing cellphone from the table. She knew it was her girlfriends begging her to join them for a fun night out on the town, but she wasn’t ready to let go of the past just yet. “Hello?”

“Cynthia, is that you?”

“Yes, Linda, it’s me. I can hardly hear you. Speak up. Are you drunk? Where are you?”

“Sorry, the music is loud. Are you coming out tonight to join us?”

“No, I really don’t feel like it. I’m not really in the partying mood.”

“We really want you to come out with us and have some fun. It’s been way too long since you let loose and hung out with us.”

“Nah, I’m good. You ladies have fun.”

“Are you sure? There are some hot young naughty girls that would love to dance and party with you.”

“Yeah right, I’m sure they are all lined up to meet me.”

“Well, suit yourself. Merry Christmas, Cynthia. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Merry Christmas to you too. Say hi to the ladies for me.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Bye, bye.”

Cynthia was stuck in the past and not ready to date or begin another relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, Sue, broke her heart when she decided to cheat on her with a younger woman in her early twenties, and it devastated Cynthia. They had been together six years. She knew she needed to get out and get on with her life, but she was so fearful of rejection and getting hurt again. She decided the best way to handle things was just to avoid all social situations and work on herself and focus on the positive, at least that was what her therapist told her.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Linda. “Donna just hooked up with a young hottie. We are definitely the cougars in here!

Cynthia responded, “Ha, ha.” She sighed and threw the phone down on the couch. She got up and slipped into a tank top and cut-off shorts and grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator on her way back to the living room. This was her comfort zone, and she was fine staying right here. She was going to keep her mind focused on staying strong on the outside even if she was a thirty-nine-year-old mess on the inside.

She placed her weightlifting DVD in the player and hit the play button, but was interrupted by the door bell. “Damn it, Linda. Is that you? I told you I’m not going out tonight.” Cynthia jerked the door wide open and her pissed off flushed face turned into a wide-eyed puzzled stare. “Who the hell are you?”

Cynthia was faced with the most gorgeous, sexy, brunette woman she had ever seen. She bit her lip and blushed at the site of beautiful full red lips, ocean-blue eyes, and long flowing locks of warm brunette bliss. Her eyes drifted down to the voluptuous cleavage encased in a red push-up bra. She realized the woman was wearing a sexy one-piece red satin coat trimmed in white fur that looked like a Mrs. Claus outfit.

“Wow, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” the stranger said. The sexy woman looked to be in her late teens to early twenties at most, young enough to get carded at any bar.

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Garage Fun Sample

Garage Fun

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Through a chance encounter, Catie runs into Denise, the older woman who took care of her twenty years ago. Denise was her first crush, the one Catie never got over. Could this be Catie’s opportunity to learn a thing or two from the cougar? It all unfolds in the garage where the two women give in to their undeniable attraction in this steamy, hot lesbian erotica.

Catie pulled into her mother’s driveway, and cursed when she saw an unfamiliar blue sedan parked beside her mother’s car. She had rearranged her day to help her mother organize her garage, so why in the hell did her mother invite company over to slow things down? Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip as she shook her head. Her face flushed and she pounded the steering wheel. How could her mother invite someone over when she had taken time out to do her a favor? Catie took a few deep breaths in and out to calm herself down before heading inside. She was already here, so she at least owed her mother that much. She slammed her car door and armed her car. She hoped that the obnoxious noise of her car horn would embarrass her mother and end the conversation with her visitor.

Catie reached the bottom step when her mother threw open the front door. “Catie, you’re here early. What a nice surprise.” She put her arm around Catie giving her a hug. Her cheek felt the warmth of Catie’s temper tantrum. She put the back of her hand up to Catie’s forehead. “Do you feel okay? You feel warm, baby.”

Catie’s head was going to explode. She took another deep breath. “I’m okay. I told you I was coming by around eleven to eleven thirty this morning to help you out.” She glared at her mother with one eyebrow raised and chewed her lip wanting to know who the visitor was.

“Oh, you’re right. I must’ve lost track of time. Well I’m glad you’re here now.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Who’s car is…?” Before she had a chance to finish her thoughts, out came a gorgeous woman with electrifying blonde hair and deep dark brown eyes. Her long flowing hair was pulled back into ponytail. She looked to be somewhere between her and her mother’s age, possibly pushing 40. She was beautiful and sexy, but she looked familiar. Catie’s thoughts turned from fantasy to confused as she pondered who the woman was and what she was doing here. What the hell are you doing with my mother? I can find so many ways to keep you entertained.

Catie’s pulse raced at the sight of the vixen with full sexy lips begging to be kissed and sucked. She couldn’t help but let her eyes drift down to the tight-fitting cranberry sweater that did little to hide the voluptuous curves beneath it. Catie’s gaze lowered further taking in her curvaceous hips hugged by a seductive black leather skirt. Catie was captivated by her beauty whoever she was. She pictured undressing the stranger and having her way with her. The air was cool, but she was burning up with desire.

“Catie, honey. You remember Denise, don’t you?” her mother asked.

At the sound of her name, Catie’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Perspiration trickled down the small of her back. Flashbacks of her sexy babysitter, her first crush, when she was eight years old overtook her consciousness. Denise reinforced for Catie that she would never like boys. She also remembered Denise’s girlfriend and the things she watched them do to each other when they thought she had went to bed. Damn, Denise was even hotter than she remembered and sexier than she could have ever imagined. She aged well…very, very well. This wasn’t really the ideal place for the type of reunion Catie wanted.

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Green With Desire Two Sample

Green With Desire

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In Book Two of the Green With Desire series, the escalation of sexual tension in Book One comes to a peak as you meet your crush for the first time. Your secret admirer arrives at your place ready and eager to finally make her fantasies become a reality. The night unfolds into a display of pure raw passion and lust as the two of you discover how to satisfy each other in ways you never knew possible. The chemistry is instant and the attraction is intense in this hot lesbian short story where you are the center of attention.

Can you handle it? Will this be a one-night stand or something more?

I still can’t believe this is happening. We are going to meet. You have no idea how nervous I am. There has been so much anticipation and build up. The chemistry I felt between us when you came up behind me today was electrifying. Feeling your breath against my neck made it hard for me to concentrate on my on breathing. Who has to remind themselves to breathe? The way my body responded to you being close was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I couldn’t get any work done today. I was too busy thinking about tonight.

I knocked on your door at seven sharp. I didn’t want to arrive too early and I didn’t want to be late either, so I went for punctual. Standing outside your door, I second-guessed my outfit. After going through everything in my closet and trying everything on several times, I settled on a black miniskirt that fit me perfectly and a black loose fitting crop top with spaghetti straps. It’s what I like to call classy with a hint of sexiness. I knocked on your door and cursed as the strap on my arm slipped down for the hundredth time.

I stood back and was busy pulling the strap back up onto my shoulder when I heard the door open. You must have been waiting for me because I literally only had time to count to three before I looked up to see you standing in the doorway. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Your eyes followed my hand as I nudged the stubborn spaghetti strap back in place on my shoulder. I watched as your eyes followed the natural curve of my collarbone and across my chest. Your gaze lingered on my breasts before dipping to the thin strip of my exposed abdomen between the top of my skirt and the bottom of my top. I shifted as your eyes lowered further to take in my miniskirt. I won’t lie, I flexed the muscles in my legs as I changed my position just to give you something else to stare at.

“Hi, I’m Kylie,” I say. I can’t believe I managed to string a few words together without my voice crackling.

Your gaze snaps back up to my face, and I see that trademark smile of yours. “Kylie? That’s much better than the nickname I had given you. Come in, Kylie.”

I cross the threshold hoping to leave my nerves outside, but no such luck. “Nickname, huh? What’s my nickname?”

You close the door and lean back against it with your hands behind your back. “Hmm. I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Okay. You don’t have to tell me now, but I’ll get it out of you sooner or later.” My heart pounds seeing you standing before me with your shoulders supporting yourself against the door. Is that an invitation, I wonder. You are wearing jeans and a white button up blouse just like you were in the dream I told you about. The sleeves are loosely rolled back midway up your forearms. “So, will you at least tell me your name?”

Propelling yourself away from the door you open your mouth to say something, but you tighten your lips instead and shake your head. “Tell you what, would you like me to tell you the nickname I gave you or would you rather me tell you my name?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. I’d rather know your name. I want to know everything about you. Like I said before, I’ll find out the nickname one way or the other.”

“Really? You sound pretty confident about that.”

“I know you’ll tell me. In fact, I’m willing to bet you will tell me before this night is over.”

You squint your eyes at me and tilt your head to the side like you’re contemplating something. You begin slowly walking towards me like a cat about to pounce on its prey. I hold my breath not knowing what is going to happen next. Disappointment washes over me as you walk past me brushing against my shoulder. I expected more contact. I needed more contact. Just as I was about to turn to follow you, you turned back towards me and whispered your name in my ear and walked off.

I followed behind you taking in the sight of your ass in those jeans. My mind flashed through all the times I had seen you before, but I couldn’t remember seeing them before. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing that shirt before either. “Did you buy that outfit for me?”

You push your sleeves up further as you lean over to stir something in a pot on the stove ignoring my question. I came up behind you to see what you were cooking. It smelled delicious and threatened to make my stomach growl. I placed my hands on your hips and peeked over your shoulder. My cheek brushed against your ear. “Mmm, looks delicious.” I purred in your ear. I felt you take in a deep breath and push against me slightly.

“I hope you like spaghetti.”

“I love to eat anything Italian. Are you Italian?”

You turn around to face me and I leave my hands resting loosely on your hips. “Did you really just say that?” You lowered your head and laughed.

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Green With Desire Book One Sample

Green With Desire

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Ever met someone that you felt an instant attraction to without saying a word? Imagine you catch the attention of a mysterious woman who finds you incredibly sexy and alluring, and she reaches out to you. You are the star of her fantasy and steamy crush.

This hot lesbian short story is about the letters she writes to you. Her confessions, her dreams, and fantasies. Are you curious about what role you play in her desires?

I have never done anything like this before. This is all new to me. First, let me say I’m not crazy and I’m not a stalker. I know beauty when I see it and something about the vibe you put off draws me to you. We see each other several times a week, but we have never spoken. I have admired you from afar, but I know very little about you. Hell, you may have a boyfriend…or a girlfriend…or you may be married. Maybe I am a little crazy because the thought of you with someone else breaks my heart.

We keep crossing paths like fate is pushing us together, holding its breath while we dance around each other not knowing the other one exists. It’s amazing what you see when you stop and look around you. You might find repeating patterns, random things that aren’t that random; people that you have never met, yet keep seeing.

I love your hair and your smile. God, those lips and the way you bite down on your bottom lip while you are in deep thought. I imagine you are doing it now as you read this. Your smile and your laughter are contagious. I don’t think you are aware of the impact you have on everyone around you. I have caught others appreciating you, but you are always oblivious to it. I have seen how kind you are to others and how you don’t like a lot of attention. You are modest, but you are beautiful and sexy without even trying.

I have noticed you for a while, but more and more I have found myself looking for you where our paths crossed. Then, one day we bumped into each other on accident. You had no idea who you had bumped into surrounded by several people, but still you apologized to no one in particular. That was the first time I heard your sweet voice.

I hope you are not freaking out reading this right now. I have only seen you in public places, never in your own personal space. I don’t know anything about your personal life, which I find alluring. You are a mystery to me. I don’t even know if you are single or if you are madly in love with someone. If the latter is true, I wish you both all the happiness in the world. Forget you ever read this and never give me a second thought. But if…if you are available and you are intrigued by who your secret admirer is, I am more than willing to expose myself to you. Okay, I didn’t mean it like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.

If you are still reading, know that I’m smiling right now knowing that there is a chance we might meet and get to know more about each other. If you want me to continue writing you, wear green this week, even a simple green scarf is fine. You have to wear something green every day to make sure the day our paths cross, I will have a chance to see it. If you are not interested in continuing the suspense, you are free to wear any color but green.

The ball is in your court now. You have all the power. You have always had the power.

I can’t believe you wore green! The first day my heart skipped a beat when I saw you wearing green, but my brain kicked in. What if you never read what I wrote and you wore green as a coincidence? What if you didn’t finish reading to the end and had no idea what effect seeing you in green would have on me?

But then a few days later when I caught a glimpse of green in my periphery, I knew there was nothing coincidental about it. I never would have listed green near the top of my list of favorite colors, but you may have changed my mind. You were so creative too.

Any doubt I had was quickly erased watching as you scanned everyone around you trying to figure out who I was. I got a thrill out of it, that is until your gaze singled me out. I tried to remain calm even though every muscle in my body tensed and the heat rising in my face threatened to give me away. The moment passed and you turned to train your eyes on some other unsuspecting stranger.

I could have reached out and ended the whole mystery then and there. In fact, my hand almost betrayed me as I found myself reaching to tap you on the shoulder as you turned away from me. Instead, I turned my back and increased the distance between us. That is the closest we have been since bumping into each other. Even as I struggled to keep myself from glancing back over my shoulder to see you again, I continued to wonder if I should approach you. I played out the scenario in my head…what your reaction would be…where would this happenstance would lead us…but in the end I couldn’t.

I’m not shy. I have no problem approaching someone I’m  interested in, but you are different. I can’t explain it. I can’t put my finger on it or label it, but you have captivated my attention. I know your warning bells are probably going off in your head like a loud alarm making it hard for you to process what I’m saying, but I promise it’s not like that. I’m not like that.

Hell, I should be blaming you. Did you cast some kind of spell on me to draw me to you out of all the people I see and interact with every day? See what you have done to me? I’m babbling about things that don’t make sense. Anyway, I like the suspense and mystery thing we have going. It keeps things interesting, but if you want to end this, whatever this is, you can. Like I said earlier, you have the power. You can end this forever or you can tell me to reveal myself. If you want me to leave you alone, wear a bright yellow shirt, which I’m sure you can get away with since you look good in everything. You have my word if I ever see you in a bright  yellow top, you will never hear from me again. If you decide you want to end the mystery and meet, then wear green again with a blue bracelet, any type of bracelet…the bigger the better so there is no mistaking that you are ready to meet.

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October Update

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Lake Massabesic

I am so grateful for the positive response I have received from those who have enjoyed reading Jenna’s Awakening and Jenna’s Closure. I have a few ideas about the upcoming third book in the series that I hope to have out in 2015. In the meantime, I’m busy writing and making outlines for other upcoming books.

My wife and I have also spent a few weekends driving around New Hampshire leaf peeping. This is our 2nd fall here, and it was definitely more colorful in some places more so than others compared to last year. We tried the Kancamagus Highway, but unfortunately we did not time it right. Last weekend we explored around Manchester and hit the jackpot of fall color around Dorr Pond in Livingston Park. We spent hours there taking in all the beauty around us. After grabbing lunch, we drove to Lake Massabesic. Not as much color there, although a few colors popped near the edge of the lake making a spectacular background for the sailboats. We enjoyed walking the trails working off our lunch.

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Lake Massabesic

We have been busy also squeezing in outdoor fall cleanup. I am not looking forward to trading the lawn mower for the snow blower soon, but I am looking forward to seeing the snow blanketing the pines and bare trees surrounding our back yard. I drove my wife crazy last night with the fan in the window. She thought just because it dropped down to 33 degrees last night that we didn’t need the window open, much less the fan. I love sleeping with it cool in the room. You would never know I am the one from the South in our marriage. So, I compromised just like anyone in a strong relationship does; we slept with the fan in the window on low instead of high! She had on pajama pants, a tank top, a T-shirt, and socks with the covers up to her chin. I slept like a baby in a tank top and shorts. My theory has always been you can always cover up more if you’re cold, but if you’re hot you are miserable. Not sure Mel agrees with me on that one, but it has worked for us so far. By the time I hit menopause, I’m sure she will have me sleeping outside to cool off.

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Dorr Pond

I think an apple cider donut and a cup of coffee are calling my name (or maybe I’m calling their name), and then time to get some more writing done!

Missy

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