Category Archives: SFH Reflections

Writing a novel is hard, writing short reflections about my many passions is easier for some reason. I think it is because the writing flows from my heart rather than my head.

Happy 4th of July

I’m thankful that I grew up in a ‘Norman Rockwell’ kind of America. We sang The Star Spangled Banner in school, pledged allegiance to the flag with a hand over our hearts, and there was nothing wrong with prayer. If … Continue reading

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The Black Cat Press-Remembering Norman W. Forgue (1904-1983)

It was my pleasure to write an article for the Miniature Book Society Newsletter-March 2014 about my father that I would like to share with you. Though some of you knew my father personally because he was involved with the … Continue reading

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Allowed to Stay Home From School

 Artist Lisa Martin, famous for her highly detailed and romanticized pictures of children. While growing up my mother occasionally allowed me to stay home from school when I’d burned my bridges at both ends. I didn’t have to fake an … Continue reading

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Valentines Day – The Big Question

Dewey School:  Kindergarten – Sixth Grade – Evanston, IL. Valentines Day I remember the Valentine boxes at Dewey School where every year there was a fancy box for everyone to stuff their Valentines in. The process took an inordinate amount … Continue reading

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The Secret Cannot Be Spoken

A quiet room in the Iona’s Abbey in Scotland (Isle of Mull) January provides a space to catch our breath. We celebrated a glorious Christmas, but I’m amazed at how quickly the Season passed. All the decorations are packed away … Continue reading

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Dark Green Needled Memories

         I love the new Christmas tree this year. All the lights work! This is my Martha Stewart/Stepheny design for 2013. I remember well the Christmas trees of my childhood that filled the center of the music … Continue reading

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Never Too Old for a Dollhouse At Christmas

My father gave me this dollhouse for my 40th birthday. He had the shingles applied to the roof and the doors hung, but otherwise it was an empty shell. He proceeded to paint and paper. It was every ‘big girls’ … Continue reading

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The Innkeeper in Us Must Decide

Every December I drag out all my holiday inspiration books and magazines. I love the beautiful themed rooms with matching paper and bows on packages. My intention is to have a Martha Stewart Christmas, everything just right, but something happens … Continue reading

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Honor Thy Father-Norman W. Forgue

 Norman W. Forgue November 13, 1904 -1983 THE BLACK CAT PRESS I was headed to Chicago for an exhibition and opening program of Inland Printers: The Fine-Press Movement in Chicago, 1920-40, given by the Caxton Club of Chicago. Here my … Continue reading

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“I Dwell in Possibility”

“I dwell in Possibility” Emily Dickinson As far as I’m concerned, one of the most important words in the English language is the word – possibility. I believe that life is full of possibilities. The Roget’s Thesaurus provides me wonderful alternatives; chance, likelihood, … Continue reading

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The Boys of Summer – Boston Wins

Walt Whitman once said, “I see great things in baseball. It’s our game, the American game. It will repair our losses and be a blessing to us.” You could look it up. The World Series is over for another year. … Continue reading

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Hold Your Breath Passing A Cemetery

Do we share a childhood memory of being told to hold our breath when passing a cemetery? Today, driving a narrow two lane country road on a bronze-colored afternoon, I followed two mammoth John Deere pieces of equipment down the … Continue reading

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