Sizzling Spring and Summer Sundown Vacation Sips of Wine from the Grapevine – Poetry, Mystery, Book Reviews and More

Sizzling Spring and Summer Sundown Vacation Sips of Wine from the Grapevine – Poetry, Mystery, Book Reviews and More

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Sizzling Spring and Summer Sundown Vacation Sips of Wine from the Grapevine – Poetry, Mystery, Book Reviews and More

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Hi, everybody!

Welcome to another edition of the Sizzling Spring and Summer Sundown vacation series.

The American Council Of The Blind Hybrid 2024 Conference and convention is still underway. As a result, my schedule is a bit wonky. I’m grateful to my Followers, readers, sponsors and last but not at all least, my friends for their kind, patient, and caring consideration while I enjoy my staycation.

To learn all about The American Council Of The Blind visit the link below.

https://www.acb.org/

I’ve got a bunch of great stuff to share with you this evening, so without further fanfare, let’s get to our first guest.

Sponsoring Member, Robbie Cheadle has some poetic news to share, let’s see what’s up in her worlds.

Roberta Writes – My poem Hot Sun and Nature Chaos Art featured on MasticadoresUSA

To read Robbie’s news and poem visit the link below.

https://roberta-writes.com/2024/07/08/roberta-writes-my-poem-hot-sun-and-nature-chaos-art-featured-on-masticadoresusa/

I’ve truly grown to enjoy both reading and writing poetry, thanks to Sponsoring Members such as Robbie Cheadle and other poets.

Another poet I enjoy reading is Marlene Mesot. She too is a Sponsoring Member, and in fact nudged me into her Strange Weather Anthology True Quirks of Nature with, Tada! You guessed it, a poem. But you can buy the book for that, for now, here’s one from Marlene.

Keep reading after to learn about that anthology I told you about.

Colorful States of Nature

(Pantoum)

By Marlene Mesot

05/23/2024

Purple mountains shroud in mystery.

Amber earth ages, no symmetry.

Clear blue water babbles aimlessly.

Timbers tall stand sober, silently.

Amber earth ages, no symmetry.

Greenery grows lush, sweet constantly.

Timbers tall stand sober, silently.

Dry red clay yields nothing stubbornly.

Greenery grows lush, sweet constantly.

Orange-yellow clay smooth soothingly.

Dry red clay yields nothing stubbornly.

Cold gray stones stand silent stalwartly.

Orange-yellow clay smooth soothingly.

Clear blue water babbles aimlessly.

Cold gray stones stand silent stalwartly.

Purple mountains shroud in mystery.

More from Marlene and her writerly Friends…

Strange Weather Anthology: True Quirks of Nature

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE…

Strange Weather Anthology cover shows top left bright sunshine, yellow-orange blend, top right corner wide black triangular cloud  encroaching, red sky underneath, all reflected on water with small island sillhouettebottom left.
No one can do anything about the weather, but we have captured it. Strange Weather Anthology: True Quirks of Nature is a collection of 15 true life stories from the 11 talented authors who lived through them, captured in vivid detail, in prose and verse. Some entries also include actual photographs.

Have you been through a hurricane…on a ship, seen balls of fire and strange flashes in the sky, dodged tornados while driving, seen a vivid or double rainbow or experienced strange rain patterns, unexpected torrential storms, different weather patterns at the same time, or woken to find myriads of giant snowballs everywhere?

Look inside for these awe-inspiring stories told from a personal perspective, including short autobiographies and where to find these remarkable authors.

From a chance remark about a mixed bag of weather one day while posting to my writers’ group list, a unique weather response to a writing prompt, remarks from fellow writers and phone conversations, I felt that the unusual personal experiences would make a treasure worth sharing. These occurrences prompted me to decide to gather these odd but true stories for a unique reading and visualization experience. ~ Marlene Mesot, editor

About Author Marlene Mesot.

Marlene Mesot writes contemporary Christian mystery, romantic suspense, fantasy, short stories and poetry. She has loved writing since early childhood.

Contact:

www.marlsmenagerie.com

Marl.Mesot@gmail.com

This book is available in print and e-book accessible format wherever you order books.

Strange Weather Anthology

https://books2read.com/u/31VqRr

Also find Marlene on Amazon here.

She also has a wide selection on Audible shown here.

https://www.audible.com/author/Marlene-Mesot/B07F44CJWB?

Next up, we’ve another poet and mystery writer, Trish Hubschman, author of the Tracey Gayle Mystery Series.

Trish is back by popular demand with part six of Sabotage Yes or No. I understand a new book from Trish is forthcoming. Make sure you follow her on Amazon, and Facebook for all the new release information. Find all her social media and other author page information on her website shown below.

To read previous installments of this series click the link below.

https://pattysworlds.com/?s=Sabotage+Yes+or+No

Now, here’s Trish with today’s installment.

Sabotage Yes or No Part Six

By Trish Hubschman

February 2024

Tracy Gayle

Danny was unusually quiet on the drive back to Ferris Heights, Pennsylvania from Baltimore. Maybe he was tired and wanted to concentrate on his driving, or perhaps, he finally had time to take note that he’d lost his drummer. Now, that he was thinking about it, it must hurt. And so close to going on tour.

I didn’t interrupt his thoughts, whatever he was thinking. I had my own thought processes running through my head and it was baffling. Why would anyone want to undermine a lucrative building job that would stimulate the economy, create jobs and it certainly wasn’t hurting any nature or wildlife? Who would do that? 

I stared out the car window into the total darkness around us as we passed. I must have dozed off. It didn’t seem too much after we left Baltimore that Danny was nudging my arm. “Wake up, sleepy head. We’re home,” he said. My eyes sprung open. I was definitely confused. But yes, we were in our garage, the car engine off, the overhead light on. “Let’s go inside,” he suggested and got out on his side and came around to my door, opened it and helped me out. Once inside the house, he gave me a kiss. “Go up to bed. I’ve got some stuff to do in the jam room.”

I looked at him and nodded. “You’re going to pre-program drums, aren’t you?”  My tone was low, like this was a deep secret. 

He made an attempt at a smile and nodded. “I don’t have a choice, babe . Its for just-in-case purposes for the first few shows of the tour. Who knows if Jack will be able to find a fill-in guy that quickly.”

He was right, but I knew he didn’t like doing it that way. I turned and headed up the stairs. I had to call Johnson anyway, even if it was nine at night.

In the bedroom, I tossed my huge shoulder bag and cell phone on the bed. I hadn’t even known I was clutching my cell phone. I dashed into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth, then went back into the bedroom and rummaged through dresser drawers. I pulled out some comfortable long pajamas and donned them. Maybe not too sexy, but I was exhausted from today, so was Danny. No baby making hanky-panky tonight. I crawled under the covers, plumped up my pillow and punched in Johnson’s number. 

“What’s that I hear?” I asked when he picked up. I heard an odd noise coming from his end. I couldn’t explain it.

He chuckled. “Tiff bough a sewing machine. She’s trying to make clothes for the baby.”

The picture he conjured in my head was adorable. “That’s fantastic,” I said. “Has she made anything yet for Johnson Jr?”

He snickered. “Only if the kid is the size of a GI Joe or Barbie doll, but she’s trying and eventually, who knows?”

We both laughed. Now, with the pleasantries dispensed, I brought him up to speed on our trip to Baltimore that day. “Doctor only allowed me and Artie ten minutes with the patient,” I said. “But Artie and his partner, Cole Owens, are going back to talk to Dean Sollars again tomorrow and Artie is setting up Facetime on his phone, so I can join in the conversation.”

“Sounds good,’ Johnson added. ‘Keep me apprised.” He was quiet. “Where’s Tide?”  

I told him. “Downstairs programming a drum machine to play along with the band in case we don’t have a live drummer before the tour.” I may have sounded chagrined, but Danny didn’t like having to do this and when he hurt, I hurt. 

“Got it,” Johnson said. “Sorry about that. But I’m sure it will work out in the end.”

I sure hoped so.

. .

When I woke the next morning, I was alone in bed. I don’t know what time Danny came in last night, if he even did.  That saddened me. I liked sleeping side by side with him, but I was so wiped-out last night after the long back and forth journey, maybe it was better if I hadn’t noticed him in bed with me. I smiled then at the irony.

Pulling the covers back, I got out and padded to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took a long, hot shower. It felt good. Then I went back into the bedroom and got dressed. I was downstairs ten minutes later. I found Liz in the dining room, with her two-year-old daughter, Danielle, and the child’s nanny, Gina. 

“Where’s your Dad?” I asked Liz. I went around the table to the sideboard to pour myself a cup of coffee.

She flipped her hand dismissively. “He left a while ago. Said he had a meeting to go to with Jared McAllister,” she replied.

I stopped dead, my hand on the back of a chair at the table that I was about to pull out. I don’t remember Danny mentioning any meeting today with Jared, but perhaps he called last night and they set something up. I pulled out the chair and sat down. “A lot happened yesterday in Baltimore. Your Dad had to fill Jared in on it all, I guess,” I replied, bringing the cup to my lips. 

Liz’s eyes grew serious, as did her tone of voice when she spoke. “He didn’t look like Dad when he left here,” she said, then paused to think about something before continuing. “He was dressed for a funeral, yeah, that’s it.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Nobody died, honey,” I assured her. “It’s just business.”

Her eyes popped up higher. “That’s my point,” she fired back. “Dad isn’t a businessman. He’s a rock musician.”

I countered that one. “Music is a business.”

She shook her head vigorously. “I know. I know,” she muttered. “But Dad’s attire for the music business isn’t anything like how he left here dressed. He was gorgeous, yeah, but Dad always is, but I’m sure he’s not comfortable and I don’t just mean in the clothes he had on, Tracy. I don’t think he’s happy with all this garbage with Century End. I’m not. This place gives me the creeps.”

I didn’t know how to reply to that. While I was pondering my words, Gina abruptly pushed her chair back, got up, scooped her charge up and stormed out of the room. I was spellbound. My mouth hung open. I turned to Liz. “What was that all about?” I asked.

Liz shrugged. “She feels the same way I do. Something just isn’t right about this place. We want to get out of here before anything else happens.”

To Be Continued…

More on Trish and her work…

Gayle’s Tales: Tracy Gayle Mysteries

by Trish Hubschman

Copyright December 23, 2022

The book is for sale from Smashwords (e-book only) and from Amazon in e-book ($3.99), paperback ($8.50), and hardcover ($16.50).

175 pages in print.

Full details of this book and Trish’s four Tracy Gayle mystery novels are on her website here.

Synopsis:

Gayle’s Tales is a collection of Tracy Gayle mystery short stories.

Everyone’s favorite couple, Tracy and Danny, are still going strong, romantically, and professionally, rocking and rolling and solving crimes.

Tracy has to locate missing persons who vanished decades earlier.

She gets tangled in murder investigations she hadn’t anticipated.

She digs into a coal mining town that’s been uninhabited for 40 years and discovers secrets and skeletons.

In the end, she brings long–lost family members and friends back into each other’s arms and lives.

Through all this, she and Danny are planning their wedding extravaganza at the Plaza Hotel in New York City.

Tracy narrates her own adventures in these tales, as she does in the books.

About the author

Trish Hubschman is the author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series: Tidalwave, Stiff Competition, Ratings Game, Uneasy Tides, and Gayle’s Tales.

Trish is a graduate of Long Island University’s Southampton Campus and has a bachelor’s degree in English-writing. She is deaf-blind and lives in South Carolina with her husband, Kevin, and their dog, Henry.

Visit Trish on her Website here.

Thanks, Trish, for that amazing story and for sponsoring Patty’s Worlds. We couldn’t have posts like this without you and all your Sponsor Member Friends.

Now, we’ve Novelist Ann Chiapetta with a wonderful book review of author and proofreader Jo Elizabeth Pinto’s book, Braided Love.

I’ve read Jo’s book, let’s see what Annie has to say.

Book Review

Braided Love

Author Jo Elizabeth Pinto © 2023

Genre: Contemporary/YA fiction

Available in print and eBook formats from Amazon/Kindel/D2D and other eBook sellers

By Ann Chiappetta

From the book jacket

A house with a fence

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Book Cover Description

The front cover features a two-story farmhouse with a peaked roof and a covered front porch. The house is white with dark trim around the windows and a light blue door. There are two visible windows on the second floor and three on the first, with curtains partially drawn. The porch has two white columns and a bench swing. In front of the house is a wooden fence with three horizontal rails. The background shows a clear blue sky, a calm body of water to the left, and autumn-colored trees to the right. The title “Braided Love” is written in a cursive, golden font at the top, and the author’s name is at the bottom in a simple, white font. Taking up most of the back of the book, besides the following text, is a red Corvette.

Summer on the ranch seems safe and predictable for Brenda. All she has on her mind are trips into town with Nick Haynes and the horsehair rope she’s braiding so she can start training her Morgan colt, Tenacity. Then Cathy arrives from the city with a troubled past and an uncertain future. As Cathy adjusts to life in the country, both girls begin to figure out what family bonds really mean to them in a world that isn’t as simple as it appears.

Jo Elizabeth Pinto is the kind of writer who knows her craft. Her stories and characters grab you and don’t let go. You will be thinking about this story months after reading it.

I am fortunate to have interviewed Jo; her soft-spoken voice and humble attitude are charming qualities but it is her passion for telling a good story and showing readers what it means to be human I find most intriguing.

Jo writes characters who aren’t perfect. Most are broken and scarred yet jo E. Pinto weaves in hope and healing.

Let’s not forget about the conflicts presented in this family story.

Brenda and Cathy’s instant dislike of one another might seem typical girl drama but when one goes deeper into the story, the onion is peeled, and the reader is drawn into situations and emotions much deeper than superficial girl stuff. The adults presented in this book are also facing conflict and I found the author’s skills in introducing them into the story masterful. The family’s constellation of surviving pain is balanced by love. Romantic love, filial love. Binding friendships are woven into this wonderful, memorable story of keeping what is important and cherished within a family and among friends.

I would recommend this book to young adults and general readers, and anyone interested in family-related subjects involving adoption and foster care and children with disabilities.

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

Thanks, Annie, for your wonderful review. Now, let’s learn a bit about you.

AD: Imperfections by Ann Chiappetta

 Book cover is of a sweeping view of the Golden Gate bridge on a sunny day. The
bridge’s towers are covered in fog and in the background the bay spreads out beyond it. The
book title, Imperfections  appears at the top and the author’s name, Ann Chiappetta appears at
the bottom.  Photo by Cheryll Romanek ©

© 2024 By Ann Chiappetta


Novel, Imperfections © 2024

For Lainie, feeling unwelcome is only the beginning of her struggles. Her mom is addicted to

painkillers, her stepfather is a felon, and her dad traded her in for a new family.

So what if she’s kicked out of high school? Determined and attractive, Lainie sets out to make

her own path.

Shane, the young man she begins dating and believes is trustworthy, transforms into a

possessive and cruel boyfriend. When Efren, Shane’s older cousin, enters her life, Lainie grasps

onto a sliver of hope, falling in love.

Shane’s obsessive and abusive treatment of her, however, casts a deep shadow over Lainie and

Efren’s chance to find safety and a future free of the fear of Shane’s sadistic retribution.

Will their love persevere, or will Shane’s pervasive and negative influence push Lainie and Efren

apart, forcing them to love secretly?

About the Author

Ann Chiappetta, M.S. Poet and author

Ann’s award-winning poems, creative nonfiction, and essays have appeared internationally in

literary journals, popular online blogs, and print anthologies. Her poems have been featured in

The Avocet, the Pangolin Review, Plum Tree Tavern, Magnets and Ladders, Oprelle, Western PA

Poetry Review 2024and Breath and Shadow. Ann’s short story, The Misty Torrent appeared in

the Artificial Divide anthology published by Renaissance Press (2021).

Ann is the recipient of the 2019 GDUI Excellence in Writing award and the WDOMI 2016 Spirit

of Independence award.

Independently published since 2016, the author’s six volume collection includes poetry,

creative nonfiction essays, short stories and contemporary fiction.

Diagnosed in 1993 with a rare form of progressive retinal disease, Ann accepts vision loss as

part of her life but doesn’t let it define her as a whole person.

Contact Ann by visiting her website:

www.annchiappetta.com

subscribe to Ann’s blog www.thought-wheel.com

No newsletter would be complete without a bit of humor, with a good reminder tossed in for good measure.

Who can write such a thing? You ask. Author and artist Stephen Halpert that’s who. And here he is with your humorous short story reminder.

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This is one of my favorites from Stephen.

Germs By Stephen Halpert

Tommy’s mom called him to come in for supper. She tousled his blond head and said, “go wash your hands and get the germs off them.”

His hands looked clean to him. “That’s what you always say.”

“Your father will be home soon and I want you to be ready to sit down with us for supper.”

“I am,” the seven-year-old said.

She observed his belligerent nature and smiled. Doubtless he inherited it from his father. Her voice rose. “Go wash your hands and face, now!”

Reluctantly he trudged into the downstairs bathroom and turned on the light. That’s when he saw the tiny black speck on the side of his thumb. As he put his hands under the water, it jumped onto the soap. Tommy smiled at it and watched it crawl under the soap dish.

“I’m home. What’s for supper?” His father asked as he walked in the door.

“Almost ready, David,” Janice said, giving him a hug.

He went into the bathroom and washed his hands. Coming out and seeing his son, he clapped him on the shoulder. “How was school, Tommy?”

Later, as they finished dinner, he turned to his wife. “Today they announced there’ll be no promotions in our department.”

She sighed. “Oh David, maybe it’s time to look elsewhere.” she said.

He raised his eyebrows.” Do you want to move?”

“If it comes to that,” she said, “although I’d rather stay where we are. But we’re young! Your career is what’s important not so much where we live.”

Tommy piped up. “I don’t want to move. I don’t want to lose my friends.”

“That won’t happen, Son” his father said. “We’ll be fine.”

Later Tommy went into the downstairs bathroom. Checking the bottom of the soap dish he saw that the speck seemed bigger. On its back there was a little orange dot the size of a crumb.

He decided not to tell his mom about the speck. She’d just throw it away. He looked at his new pet. “She’s always talking about germs outside,” Tommy grinned. “That’s where I found you, so I’ll call you Germ.”

As the days passed Tommy noticed his parents seemed more worried than usual. Most days, dinner time was pretty quiet. Neither of them said much. They hardly touched their food.

Maybe their appetites already moved away, he thought. As time went on, even when they did speak, they disagreed about practically everything.

After three weeks Germ had grown. ” I’d better hide you in my room. You’re getting bigger.” He started upstairs with the soap dish. “My mom says everyone has to eat so they can to grow! I wonder what I should feed you?” He removed the soap and hid the dish on a shelf at the back of his closet. He considered what he was doing his first scientific experiment. What that experiment was exactly, he wasn’t sure.

One day his father came home from work. He hugged Tommy’s mother and Tommy saw tears in his eyes. “Starting next month, the entire department’s been laid off,” he said.

His mom frowned, then sighed. “I guess that’s it then,” she said. “I’ll get the house ready to sell.”

Tommy perked up. “Why can’t you ask God for your job back so we won’t have to move?” He looked at his mom. “You always tell me to ask Him for what I want.”

“I doubt that God has any experience helping people keep their jobs,” his dad said. Then he smiled. “Nice thought though.”

Tommy smiled. “If he made it rain that long like in the Noah’s Ark story, why can’t he get you back your job?”

After dinner he went upstairs and checked in on Germ. He watched it slide around the soap dish. “You must be getting very hungry, got to find you food,” he said. He went downstairs.

“What do germs eat?” he asked his father.

Caught unaware and feeling particularly morose he looked at his son and grimaced. “District Managers!”

“Especially the one who jettisoned your father’s department,” his mother added.

His father sighed and reached for her hand.

The next day Tommy said, “Mom, can we go see daddy at work?”

“Sure,” she said. “Why not! Let’s surprise him and take him out for lunch.”

Tommy extracted Germ from the soap dish and enticed his creature into a matchbox. By now it had grown tiny feet and was the size of a small red ant. Tommy noticed teeny wings on either side of the orange dot. He grinned proudly.

As they walked toward his father’s office Tommy saw the sign District Manager on an open office door. Inside was an empty chair at a cluttered desk. “Oh good,” he thought lagging behind his mom. “Now you can eat!” He opened the matchbox and watched Germ fly into the office. Then he smiled and caught up with her.

Several days later Tommy’s father came home with a big smile on his face. “Weird stuff at work. The District Manager’s in the hospital. Apparently, his skin turned orange and he broke out with a severe rash everywhere on his body. It’s said to be incurable. The good news is that he’s been replaced and the new guy has rescinded his order to lay off my department. We’re all saved.”

“I’m sorry for him, but that’s wonderful news,” Janice said, hugging David. “I wonder what he came down with?”

David shook his head. “Apparently some rare germ with no known antidote.”

“Really,” she said. “I hope the poor man recovers and doesn’t stay orange all his life.”

Tommy listened carefully to their conversation. “Maybe God made him orange,” he said.

Both parents looked at him and smiled.

After supper Tommy went outside to the edge of the driveway where he liked to play. There in the outskirts of a puddle he saw another infinitesimal black speck with an almost invisible orange dot. Avoiding it, he played elsewhere.

From that day on every time he came inside from playing, he always made sure to carefully wash his hands.

A graduate of Emerson College, Stephen Halpert has been a published author since the 1970s. Most recently, his weekly column “American Scene,” which ran in The Grafton News from 1989 to 2022, featured humorous vignettes of his life with his wife, Tasha, and serial fiction.  In 2018, Halpert published his first collection of fictional tales, Abracadabra Moonshine and Other Stories, available on Amazon. His next writing venture is titled “Mona Lisa’s Eyebrows and other stories.” Contact Stephen to learn more.

Thank you, Stephen, for that delightful tale. It always makes me smile.

It is said, behind every great man there’s an even greater woman. I’ve no doubt that Stephen would agree with me. For the great lady I speak of, is none other than Stephen’s wife, author and poet, blogger and columnist, Tasha Halpert.

Stephen and Tasha are long-time friends and followers of mine and are now Sponsoring Members as well.

Here’s Tasha with her latest Heartwings Love Notes.

Heartwings Love Notes 2043 Gaining Independence

Heartwings says, “Independence is a goal to be sought after.”

My son Robin insisted on his independence almost from the time he was born. Some children are like that. He resisted attempts to keep him confined in any way, and it was challenging to try. As they say, the apple did not fall far from the tree. I fear I was much the same as a child, though maybe not as emphatically. I know that to this day, I have a vital streak of independence.

From the beginning of my memory, I was raised to be strong, to not cry unless hard pressed, not to complain and to be as brave as I could. This may have been because I was the oldest and only child for the first eight years of my life. I well recall holding my father’s hands while jumping in the big waves at the beach where we stayed in my great aunt’s beach cottage. They were big waves, and we would stand in them, jumping up as they broke over us. It was exhilarating.

I wasn’t granted independence to leave the large property where we lived, but I could wander all over it, climbing trees and playing my games of pretend on the long summer days of my childhood. I remember one summer I would pretend I was the goose girl of the fairy tale by that name and let the six or seven geese had raised that year, out of their pen, herding them down to the little wetlands and back. I was always safe on the property, and my parents had confidence in me. No doubt that contributed to my sense of independence.

Sometimes this strong sense works to my advantage, and at other times it does not. It has taken me time to recognize that sometimes I really do need help, whether it is getting out of a car or up from a deep armchair or sofa. I appreciate it enormously when a dinner guest washes our dishes or helps with food preparation. I am learning my limits, something I am often loath to acknowledge and also learning to accept help graciously.

Sometimes it is entertaining to have a new way of doing something. When my daughter suggested I try it, I recently had fun riding the shopping cart at the supermarket. Maybe I’ll do that again, perhaps even next time and avoid getting so tired from shopping. Sometimes independence can mean freedom from discomfort and disability.

Independence can certainly mean many things. In some countries the independence of free speech, let alone freedom of behavior, does not exist. When this is threatened, it is important to take notice. As the saying goes, freedom is not free, it must be maintained. I still try to be independent, even as I also try to remember to ask for help. In addition, I try to remember to be grateful for the independence I still do have.

May you find your way to whatever independence you wish to enjoy,

Blessings and best regards, Tasha Halpert

PS If you have comments or tales to tell, please share them. It is my joy to be in touch with my readers.

A poet and writer, I publish a free weekly blog, Heartwings Love Notes for a Joyous Life. My Books: Up to my Neck in Lemons, and Heartwings, Love Notes for a Joyous Life are available on Amazon. My latest publication available there is my first chapbook, Poems and Prayers, and I have two more in preparation. You can sign up for my blog at http://tashasperspective.com.

WOW! Tasha, I cannot think of a better piece with which to wrap up today’s newsletter.

Thank you for contributing.

Thanks to all my wonderfully supportive, and totally talented Patty’s Worlds Publishing Sponsoring Members.

If you’d like to see posts from those who sponsor Patty’s Worlds, check out the link found below.

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Learn how you too can become a sponsoring member by visiting the link below. We’d love to have you along.

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Well, that wraps up another edition of the Sizzling Spring and Summer Sundown Vacation Sips of Wine from the Grapevine series. Come back again soon for another edition.

Our next part in the series posts Friday evening, during Friday’s Fantastic Finds.

Make sure to follow us by subscribing at: https://pattysworlds.com/ for all the latest book blog news rambling posts and more.

Thanks for reading.

For now, this is Team Blue in Tennessee saying, “Keep your nose to the ground and your tail waving at the sky.”

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