Lynn Cahoon

I took a few days off last week to go camping at Branson, MO. It's a tourist trap of a different kind. Here, there's a lot of music shows, mostly catering to a person of a certain age, which apparently I'm approaching. But there were lots of family activities. In fact, we talked about doing the fake skydiving adventure. Instead, we hunkered down at the camp site and enjoyed the summer sunshine. We tried our hand at fishing - I caught the first and only fish - a baby catfish

I was in the Cleveland area this week (crazy traffic). I knew I was near one of the great lakes when I was planning the route at least according to Google Maps. However, I was so focused on my book events, I didn't take the time to get to a viewing point where I could see the lake and maybe even touch it. This is the second time I've missed out seeing one of the big tourist stops. I've been 30 miles away from Niagara Falls and 25 miles away from the Grand Canyon. (If you driv

This year has seemed to fly by. January didn't start well with losing two of our fur family within weeks of each other. The house was too quiet and sad. So in March, we brought home new babies - Quinn and Dexter. They are the bright spots in our day, even when we're cleaning up or replacing things they chewed up or on. My husband keeps reminding me that they're puppies still. About fifty pounds (together) of puppy. The picture above was when they first came home. We have rea