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Give Thanks #MFRWauthor

Thanksgiving will soon be upon us. Visions of Turkey, dressing. yams and green bean casserole come to mind, and don’t forget the picture perfect pumpkin pie. This is the day we dress up, sit around an antique lace tablecloth, with some long dead relative china adorning the properly set table.

 

No? That’s not your Thanksgiving? Mine either. Break out the paper plates, plastic silverware, cups and napkins. The tablecloth could either be a linen actually designed for that task or a freshly laundered bedsheet. Don’t look at me like that, you know you’ve done that too. So set out the oxtails, Cornish hens, ham, dressing, mac n cheese, greens and whatever else comes to mind. Wear your stretchy pants and prepare to give thanks.

 

Why give thanks? How about showing appreciation for what you have and not taking the people you have in your life for granted.

 

Because no matter how much I dislike certain members of my family, they are my family.

 

I could be homeless.

Penniless.

Without family, or friends.

I could be terminally ill.

Locked up.

In a mental hospital.

I could be dead

 

And the list could go on and on. There’s nothing wrong with turning off the TV, silencing your cell phones, and showing appreciation for those around you. Life is short. Stop and give thanks.

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A crisp, wintry wind #MFRWhooks

Secrets abound in Benson's Bakery. A crazed Santa wants something valuable hidden inside the building, and only two things stand in his way...Jake and Sara.

 

When Sara Henderson receives threatening letters just days before Christmas, she asks sexy bread baker Jake Benson for help. Jake is more than happy to provide the muscle to keep the beautiful cake decorator from harm, but he has an ulterior motive--to steal a kiss under the mistletoe. Sara wants that kiss as much as he does, but first they have a mystery to solve.

 

Will they find out who is stalking Sara, or will Santa succeed in stealing Christmas?

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She stopped short. Of all the vehicles parked behind the bakery, hers was the only one with a sheet of paper fluttering beneath the wiper blade. Fear danced along Sara Henderson’s nerve endings, shooting her pulse into overdrive as she trudged toward her blue 300C. Would this be another threat? And did these mysterious notes have anything to do with why Jerry died?

 

Seven weeks had passed since her boss, Jerry Benson, was murdered—apparently he interrupted a robbery attempt at the bakery. Sadness stole through her. Upon his passing, he left Sara fifty percent interest in the business, and the other half went to his grandson Jake. The police, as of yet, had no leads and everyone at the bakery was on edge.

 

A crisp, wintry wind buffeted her face and she tugged the collar of her coat a little tighter in the somber morning light. Please let it be a flyer. Footsteps echoed from behind her. She whirled and scanned the shadows, straining to glimpse any movement. A soft ho-ho-ho murmured on the wind. The knot in her stomach coiled tighter.

 

She should return to the bakery. Forget about her purse in the car and the paper on her windshield. Dark ink zigzagged across the glass, leaving an ominous stain on the thick layer of ice. She cast a nervous look around. This was just like the last time, right after Jerry’s funeral. Some crazy person dressed like an elf had mugged her.

 

Another wary glance around the area reminded her of her vulnerability. She blew out a breath. Get the purse get the note. Actually she could ignore the paper, if a brisk breeze didn’t flap the page with noisy persistence. Squaring her shoulders, she unlocked the trunk.

 

Sara grabbed her purse from the back of the trunk and slammed the lid. The constant flutter was a reminder that she still had to read this one, regardless of her apprehension. She stalked to the front of the car and snatched the flyer from the windshield. With trembling fingers, she smoothed the page. Footsteps echoed loudly in the alley. She held her breath and glanced over her shoulder.

 

Nothing. A shaky breath misted from between her lips in the frigid air. Time to get inside. She turned and screamed.

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This Gift’s For You #MFRWauthor

We’ve all received gifts we have graciously accepted and either exchanged or regifted. As the season of gift giving is upon us, how do we give a gift that is personal? IF you do a secret santa or whatever your place of employment may call it there’s usually a handy-dandy list accompanied with the person for whom the gift is meant, but what if you don’t have a list?

One rule of thumb is to give a gift you would like. Even if you have some inkling of what the person may like. Observing how they dress, the music they listen to, or maybe you’ve noticed they like dangly earrings. Even someone who absolutely cannot function without their morning caffeine would appreciate a travel mug with their names or refills at their favorite shop du jour.

Another rule I use is to keep the gift practical. You may not want to buy socks, and underwear for your boss or gasp ex-MIL, but a well chosen ink pen, or gardening tool set could be a thoughtful gift.

 

What about gift cards? This will depend on the person. If you know the person has everything, yes, give them a gift card to their favorite store.

 

Just ask and then listen. Some of the most personal gifts I’ve received over the years are items I mentioned in passing. like Comforters, small appliances, cake decorating implements and the like.

 

Make something. If you’re handy with the arts and crafts, this can go a long way to brightening a person’s holiday. A handmade scarf, quilt, candles, perfumes, etc. gives the recipient a special knowledge that the gift was made just for them.

 

And if all else fails, give cash. That’s personal, right? 😉

 

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