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I hope you’re all doing well and taking a breather for at least part of your day.

Today is National Cookie Day. It’s also National Cabernet Franc and National Sock Day. But let’s stick to cookies.

I am not a baker. My family knows this, but every December, my grown daughter, says, “Let’s bake Christmas cookies,” as if we have a tradition.

We do not.

A roll of sugar cookie dough, sliced and decorated, is my evergreen suggestion.

She scrolls through Instagram cookie photos and holds up her phone. The expertly taken photo displays an array of decorated Santas, gingerbread people, and stars.

My perennial response is, “Go for it; I’ll help.”

“I’ll find a super easy one, okay?” she says.

Maybe this year, we’ll actually bake cookies from scratch.

A cookie poem:

does my fortune cookie know

“An old love will come back to you,”
said my fortune on the table,
but does my fortune cookie know
that I’m emotionally unstable?

“Learn Chinese- Expensive.”
that’s the word my cookie taught
but does my fortune cookie know
I had to sell all I had bought?

“Lucky number 41”
the first number that was listed
the exact amount left in my wallet
now isn’t that twisted?

“Lucky number 5”
the number of deaths I faced,
does my fortune cookie know
they’ll never be erased?

“Lucky number 12”
the 12th glass I am drinking,
does my fortune cookie know
the drunk thoughts I am thinking?

“An old love will come back to you,”
that’s what my fortune said,
but does my fortune cookie know
my only love is dead?

Victoria Ruth

Newsletter News:

My ninety-five-year-old mother and I took an ocean cruise together. The shift in our mother-daughter relationship was a subject in the November newsletter.

Subscribers to my newsletter have a chance at a giveaway for an Advanced Reading Copy of my YA novel, The Garden of Second Chances. I’ll mail the book to the winner in the USA.

You still have time to subscribe. The giveaway ends on December 8, 2023.

How are you all doing this week? Some thoughts to share about thankfulness this week.

I’m thankful I’m not in Michigan. They had whiteouts with several inches of snow.

I’m thankful the blustery Santa Ana winds in Southern California didn’t cause any wildfires. These winds trigger PTSD in lots of people in my county.

We only had minor damage. A couple of small ceramic pots blew over and shattered. The sunshade over the patio blew off, and the grandkitties couldn’t go outside. They let us know how displeased they were about that.

I came across this photo on Instagram. A good reminder of gratitude for everyday things.

The poem for the week:

Next Sunday, I won’t write a blog post as it is the day after my newsletter comes out. Have a wonder-filled week!

PS:

My advanced reader copies, ARCs, of my debut novel arrived. Subscribers to my newsletter will receive a chance at a giveaway using a random generator to pick the email address for an ARC. I’ll mail the book to you if you’re in the USA.

Sunday Share: Photo, Poetry, Prose-Gratitude

My advanced reader copies, ARCs, of my debut novel arrived. Subscribers to my newsletter will receive a chance at a giveaway using a random generator to pick the email address for an ARC. I’ll mail the book to you if you’re in the USA.

If you’re on Instagram, I posted an ‘unboxing’ reel. You can check it out at m.alvaradofrazier.

A cookie poem:

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My advanced reader copies, ARCs, of my debut novel arrived. Subscribers to my newsletter will receive a chance at a giveaway using a random generator to pick the email address for an ARC. I’ll mail the book to you if you’re in the USA.

If you’re on Instagram, I posted an ‘unboxing’ reel. You can check it out at m.alvaradofrazier.

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