Debbie's Blog

March 30, 2015
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As most of you know Wayne and I lost our youngest son in 2011. There is nothing harder to bear than the death of a child, no matter what age they are. It's like a huge bump on my lifeline and most everything is segmented to before Dale died or after Dale died. As we enter Holy Week, I am reminded once again that death is not the end. I will see my son again and we will laugh and hug and be together.

March 26, 2015
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Now I happen to be one of those people who enjoy spinach, especially fresh spinach. 

There's little better on a hot summer evening than a cool spinach salad filled with nuts (lots of nuts), dried fruit and fresh too, bacon (lots and lots of bacon), and one or two thinly sliced mushrooms. No need to go overboard on the veggies, seeing that it's a spinach salad. 

As for cooked spinach, not so much…unless it's cleverly disguised in cream or made into a cheesy dip. Preferably a lot of cheese and only a little spinach, because a leaf or two of cooked spinach is so very good for us. 

And while we’re on the cooked spinach with melted cheese theme, I also love my Spinach Enchiladas and Spinach Lasagna!

Happy National Spinach Day!

Click on receipe title to open the recipe page for the pictured spinach salads
(by row, left to right):
Spinach Salad with Crisp Bacon and Eggs
Spinach Salad with Grilled Radicchio and Apricots
Spinach Salad with Almonds and Dried Cranberries
Spinach Salad on Rustic Puff Pastry Cheese Tart

Click here to download a PDF of all four spinach salad recipes.

March 23, 2015
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I'm badly in need of a grandkid fix. We fly back to Seattle for Easter next week and I'm already chomping at the bit. We have nine grandchildren ranging in ages from five to teenaged and I swear each one of them carries a piece of my heart. They are the most clever, smart, witty, talented grandchildren in the universe. No worries, though, as I understand this is a shared title.

Here's Wayne with a handful of the grandkids a few summers ago!

March 20, 2015
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Today is the tenth anniversary of my mother's death. She went by the name Connie although her given name was Rose. My mother was a beautiful woman and a meticulous housekeeper. Her hair was always perfect and she never left the house without makeup. She was warm, generous, gracious and kind, and every day I strive to be more like her. A couple of years back at a family function a friend of my mother's came to me and said, "My goodness, Debbie, you look just like your mother." It’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received."

March 17, 2015
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Port Orchard (aka Cedar Cove) has many charms, some known only to residents, some known near and far.

My friend Delilah describes herself as "The Queen of Sappy Love Songs." According to Premiere Networks, Delilah is "the most-listened-to-woman on radio" with "more than eight million weekly listeners on approximately 160 radio stations in the U.S."

This week, the print version of Entertainment Weekly included a great article about Delilah; you can click hear for the online version:  "Hear Delilah's ultimate love-song playlist."

Delilah is a wonderful friend and anyone who loves love songs will love her. How great it is that she calls Port Orchard home!

Click here for Delilah's website and radio show info.

Click here for the Entertainment Weekly article.

 

March 17, 2015
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Who doesn’t love to celebrate with a parade on St. Patrick’s Day in the middle of March when winter is still upon us? Or warm up with an Irish Coffee? I don’t need an excuse to eat corned beef and cabbage, Irish soda bread and great beer, but I sure do look forward to it.

The phrase “Luck of the Irish” always resonates with me. What a history: subjugated to the British for longer than anyone can remember—well, other than the Irish; thousands starved to death in the potato famine; and they were looked down upon when they immigrated to the United States. And yet have you ever met a more positive, talented group of people? The ol’ Irish sense of humor helps, too!

You know, thinking about it, we're the lucky ones for everything the Irish have given us.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

March 12, 2015
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What a busy morning: I cooked breakfast, set the dishwasher, put two loads of wash in the machine, and took a long hot shower. Notice anything in common with all these tasks? They involved water. Clear, clean water. How easy it was for me to reach for the faucet or push a button.

It struck me because of an eye-opening experience last summer when Wayne and I were in Kenya. I was able to visit the home of a Kenyan woman who proudly served me tea. Little did I know that for her to get the water to brew my tea she had to walk a mile to a dry river bed and dig down until she found water. After she'd filled her small bucket, she had to carry it back another mile to her home.

There is much work to be done to bring clean water to the developing world. World Vision is making a difference in so many ways, including reaching one new person with clean water every 30 seconds.

If you'd like to read more about Veronica and our tea time in Kenya, I wrote about it in a blog for World Vision (click here).

March 10, 2015
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It's a special day in the Macomber Family. Our son Dale's little boy Jaxon Paul turns five. He is a miracle baby and God's special gift to our family.

Our youngest and our oldest grandsons share this month for birthdays. Cameron turns 18 and will graduate from high school later this year. Both boys bring their grandfather and me great joy.

Here's a picture of our grandsons a couple of years ago. From left to right: Isaiah, Cameron, Carter, and James, and Jax, wearing yellow, on Carter’s lap. My little heroes.

March 9, 2015
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I'll never be the housekeeper my mother was. Every spring she literally tore the house apart. She scrubbed and cleaned and washed everything in sight. By the end of March the entire house smelled as fresh, clean, and crisp as spring itself.

She scrubbed the windows, sent all the drapes to the cleaners, waxed and polished every imaginable surface. Naturally, my brother and I got dragged, kicking and yelling, into this madness. My dad seemed to escape the terror, although I don't know how. My mother was on a mission and she was taking POWs. If anyone took the old adage "Cleanliness is next to godliness" seriously, it was my mother.

I suspect I was a sorry disappointment to her in that area and yet every spring I feel this sudden urge to clean and organize. I just may have more of my mother in me than I realize. But then, don't we all?

March 6, 2015
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Wayne and I are getting all gussied up for the big Habitat for Humanity Hoedown this weekend in Vero Beach.  That means coveralls, straw hats and bandanas for the two of us. 

Last year's event inspired the story idea for LAST ONE HOME.  I met some of the men and women serving at the dinner—they were there to work the hours they owed in order to get a home for themselves and their families.  Their stories encouraged and inspired me . . . and gave me an idea for a really good book! 

Here we are at the 2014 Habitat Hoedown. Wonderful organization. Terrific event.

If you are interested, I encourage you to get involved.  Click here to learn more about Habitat for Humanity's wonderful programs.  And for more hoedown fun, Habitat for Humanity is also in my book LAST ONE HOME!

 

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