Batman, Cat Woman, and the Goddess

For Throwback Thursday, this is a post from a few years back. I’m posting it in honor of my sister, who is battling cancer. Our family’s thoughts and prayers go with you, Sis.     

When I was six, I had an older sister who I just knew was a goddess. Seven years older than me, she was thin and pretty like the girls on the cover of Seventeen Magazine.She had shoulder length brown hair that swung side to side when she walkedScan or whipped around her face when she was angry.I knew about the angry part because when I wasn’t considering how much of a goddess she was, I was tormenting her as only a six-year-old sister can do.Unfortunately for her, she was assigned the role of babysitter to my younger brother and me whenever our parents went out.This gave us occasion to use the well-worn phrase, “You are not our mother!” which we had down to perfection.

Once our parent’s car was out of the driveway, Goddess would immediately pick up the telephone and call her boyfriend to chat and my brother and I would commence our onslaught. Our first strategy would be to see how many chocolate chip cookies we could snatch from the old Lance cracker jar my mother used as a cookie jar.

     Unfortunately for us, the glass jar had a metal lid, which clanged loudly each time you opened it, unless you pulled it straight up off the jar, like a game of pick-up sticks. I’m afraid we lacked the finesse needed to quietly open the jar and were caught each time, shoving chocolate chip cookies in our mouths before our sister could grab the jar lid and clang it back into place.
    Of course, by then she was agitated from having to get off the phone with loverboy and would castigate us loudly. Upon which time we would use the “You are not our mother!” phrase again.
     By this time Goddess was getting perturbed. I imagine she pictured our parents coming home to an empty cookie jar and two youngsters with chocolate smeared faces and belly-aches.
     So she put plan two into action. She placed us into two separate bedrooms and told us to amuse ourselves. Her plan might have worked if she’d actually given us books or something to do, but I imagine she was in too much of a hurry to get back to the phone and loverboy.
     That was her second mistake.
     Brother and I, having watched too many Batman episodes, knew that when you were separated from your super-hero sidekick, you used morse code. We immediately began rapping on the wall separating the two bedrooms. Knock, knock knock, meant, “Are you still alive?” Knock, knock in reply meant, “Yes, and my stomach is starting to hurt from all those cookies.” Knock, knock meant, “Let’s keep at this until we annoy her.”
     KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK meant…and just then the door flew open and  Goddess grabbed my arm in a not-too-goddess-like way. She proceeded to grab Batman also, and pushed us toward the open back door of the house.
In a voice not unlike the Wicked Witch of the West when she screamed “I’ll get you my pretty!” she announced through clenched teeth that we would now run laps around the backyard.
     To which we danced around and shouted, “YOU ARE NOT OUR MOTHER!”
     Whereupon, Goddess melted into a puddle of tears. Out of ideas to control us, she had resorted to every teenage girl’s best weapon. This took all the fun out of the game. Of course we hadn’t intended to make her cry, it was a lot more fun when she screamed in her wicked-witch voice.
     Batman and I went and hugged the Goddess and promised we would be good, and ran out the back door to do our assigned laps around the yard. The End. And the moral of the story is: Two cookies do not a full Batman make, and every Goddess stands on a shaky pedestal.

What’s it like to be Mary Frances of Brosemer Farm?

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What’s it like to be Mary Frances Brosemer of Brosemer Farm?

Q. How did you get into the farming business?

A. I was raised on a farm and lived in seven states all over the country. I decided to raise flowers. I’ve always had a flower and vegetable garden. I couldn’t imagine working in a cubicle. We also have bee hives.

Q. How many hives do you have?
A. Twenty-one.

Q. Is it difficult to raise bees?
A. Half the bees in the country have died off. I think it’s due to pesticides.

Q. What aspect of your job brings you the most joy?
A. I like to see customers enjoy the flowers and appreciate their beauty. It makes the hard work worthwhile.

Q. What aspect of your job brings you the most frustration?
A. The weather. Also, when you have people who are supposed to show up for work, and they don’t.

Q. If you had a superpower what would it be?
A. To be perpetually young.

Q. What is your favorite motto or quote?
A. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Q. What is your favorite book or movie?
A. I like Homer Hickam’s, The Keeper’s Son. Homer sent letters to two of my grandsons in Atlanta when they became Eagle Scouts, so I appreciated that.

Suzy Parish: Bailey Cove Market is bustling. People come to sample and purchase locally grown produce and home-baked goods.
Mary Frances Brosemer distributes more than flowers and honey. Her superpower, perpetually young, is evident in the way she greets customers at her flower booth. Mary Frances hands out compassion with each bouquet. She focuses on every person as if they were the only individual at the market. Her warm personality matches the bright shades of flowers that nod in the breeze at her sale table. If you are not able to attend the farmers market, you can make your purchases directly from Brosemer Farm at their open house. Brosemer Farm holds an open house the first Sunday in October.

Brosemer Farm
3008 Winchester Road
Huntsville, AL 35810


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Bailey Cove Farmers Market

The Bailey Cove Farmers’ Market is open every Saturday through September except for Saturdays on the July 4th and Labor Day weekends. We will have fruits and vegetables of all kinds, all grown and supplied by North Alabama and southern Tennessee farmers, plus artisan bread, jams, jellies, etc. as well as eggs, meat, flowers, and plants. If you would like more information, please contact us at We have a no-pet policy in the vendor area.


The World’s Longest Yard Sale

DEKALB COUNTY, Ala. – This year marks 30 years for the world’s longest yard sale. It stretches 690 miles through six states: Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia and of course, Alabama. Those participating in The Longest Yard Sale prepare the entire year. “You know everybody’s got their own thing. Whether it be old antiques to new city…

via The Longest Yard Sale is back on Lookout Mountain —

Mumbai’s First Little Free Library

She came across an article about the Little Free Library in the Oprah Magazine. Being an avid reader she went up to her mom saying “Can we also start one?” At 13 where most kids are busy with their friends, gadgets, this girl choose to share her collection of books with the others. She had everything set in her mind in terms of the design. Lets hear from this teen Kiara Rohit Roy, who has set up Mumbai’s 1st Little Free Library on 19th June 2016. Register today at or call 9820845436MuMumbai Little Free Library

A magical adventure

Greetings from Little Free Library #36424 in Huntsville, Alabama, USA! It’s so nice to see you doing this for your community!

Freeland Little Free Library

Running a Little Free Library  in our rural English village is proving to be quite the adventure. We had previously received a book donation from an author in America, and within the last few weeks this book arrived, sent to us all the way from Zimbabwe!


Author Chellie Conlon wrote this children’s book to help raise money to protect Zimbabwe’s wildlife. More information can be found about the book on the author’s facebook page. She saw our LFL Facebook page, and since Chellie has relatives in the UK that use our Little Free Library, she asked if she could send us a copy of her book. Thank you so much, Chellie!

If you would like to support the book, a Kindle edition is available for purchase from Amazon.

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The Pug List by Alison Hodgson

“What if a wheezing, sneezing, allegedly house-trained, ticking time bomb of an orphan pug is the key to helping a family feel at home again, after an arsonist set their house—and life—on fire? If you asked me, I would have said it’s a bad idea; we can do better. Unfortunately no one asked me, and The Pug List is my family’s story.”~Alison Hodgson
Alison Hodgson takes you on a ride that requires you to buckle your emotional seat belt. Her refreshingly candid story tells how her family went through the loss of everything when their home burned to the ground. The key words are “went through”, for Alison lays the map out, word by word, on how this stalwart family regained their footing.
I was especially impressed by the teamwork she and her husband displayed in trying to help their children cope with such a loss. Their dedication to healing their children is heart warming to read. Even when the last thing on Alison’s list was a pug; she knew it was the first thing on her daughter’s list. I was privileged to hear Alison Hodgson speak at The Breathe Conference in Michigan last fall, and her book was on my “to read” list. I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggersbook review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review.