“Mist’s first passion, long before her love for cuisine took flight. She still thought fondly of evenings in front of her easel, the Pacific Ocean’s surf in the background, the glow of the moon across its surface. Those enchanted times, after hours working on the deck of an ocean side restaurant, had formed the bridge between her love of painting and her love of cooking. She would blend mustard and grape seed oil during the afternoon and mustard-hued oil paint at night, satisfied at the end of the day with the balance the two art forms created in her life. “Mist, dear, are you out there?” Mist followed the voice, moving into the kitchen, where she found Betty sliding a spatula between a sheet of wax paper and several rows of glazed”
― Mistletoe at Moonglow
― Mistletoe at Moonglow
“There are so many enemy ninjas chasing me. I started jumping from tree to tree, leaping so fast that the forest was turning into a green blur. I need to think of something fast! I am ninja, what do ninjas do in this situation? They remember their teachings. My master always told me the way of the ninja is to be as sneaky as possible, but when that doesn’t work create a fart cloud so smelly and thick that nobody could possibly follow you. So that’s what I did. As I ran, I focused all of my energy into making the stinkiest, smelliest, most eye-watering nose-burning butt rocket I could. I flew forward on my green fart jet leaving the other ninjas gagging. I could hear them”
― Ninja Farts: Silent But Deadly - A Hilarious Book for Kids Ages 7-9
― Ninja Farts: Silent But Deadly - A Hilarious Book for Kids Ages 7-9
“between a trailer and a house. Technically, it was her home, her house . . . but everyone in River Bend who wanted to dig at Zoe’s status made sure they referred to it as a trailer. Her BFFs, Mel and Jo, never said trailer. Even on nights like this . . . when the calendar said it was early summer but the evenings in River Bend, Oregon, didn’t get the memo. Those paper-thin walls that lacked insulation and girth didn’t do a good job of keeping away the cold. The rain had held out for”
― Staying For Good
― Staying For Good
“up in Pacific Grove, a coastal town on the Monterey Peninsula in California, I had spent many Sunday mornings combing beaches, hunting for sea glass. I once believed the surf-tumbled glass had come from mermaids when the mythical creatures wept for sailors lost at sea, their tears hardened and washed ashore by the latest storm front. Mermaid tears were treasure, meant to be guarded close to one’s heart. They brought wishes of true love and kept you safe”
― All the Breaking Waves
― All the Breaking Waves
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