I couldn’t think of a topic of any kind and I was going to just let this challenge go, but as I was driving home from work, I changed my mind. I’m a couple days late but that’s because I spent so much time writing my other stuff on my 500 words a day challenge, which I enjoy and am totally committed to.

Why do I HAVE to write something I don’t want to write?  I don’t have a lot of free time.  I am supposed to have retired but it hasn’t happened yet.  Writing is my joy!  I started my blog so that I had the freedom to write whatever popped into my mind.  Surprisingly enough, there’s still quite a bit there!

Pretty much all of my life, I’ve had to work at jobs I didn’t always love.  I’ve been moved and transferred, uprooted to places I didn’t always want to go, but I did.  I had a family to consider and we always made it work.

Now I live where I want to live and I will retire soon, (maybe).  I am not getting younger and I waited a long time for this freedom to come and go as I please, travel if I wish and write to my heart’s content.  I just completed a 230 page book of all my BLESSINGS and am in a thankful mood.  Plus I did it on the 500 word challenge in 2 1/2 months with Jeff Goins and a lot of great talented bloggers & writers.  That has been an awesome journey and my heart is full!   I am blessed to the 9’s and happy.  Do I have to get myself all in a Hissy fit to write about something that doesn’t inspire  me or will put me in a grouchy mood?  Because that’s what I’d be doing.

Many of the articles you bloggers have written are excellent and I admire and respect your talent for your ideas!  They are amazing and after reading each one, I find myself wondering:  “How did they think of that?” And every one of them is a unique topic!

It’s just not my cup of tea, that’s all I can say.  I love to read a good mystery that scares the you know what out of me but I could not write one if my life depended on it.  I have to write what I know and love at this stage of my life and I will not feel bad because I can’t write like someone else or use a chosen theme. However, I have in a way, picked a fight by not agreeing to go out of my comfort zone today.

Thanks for reading and I will see how I make out with the next challenge.  I didn’t do my own ‘lead magnet’ either but tomorrow my book is going to the publisher & they offered to help me with setting up my web site & lead magnet.  What a relief and load off my mind.

Forgive me for being a little behind you guys, but I have to do what works for me.  Ole’ Frankie sang it best:


Until next time, Blessings everyone.  Lane






IMG_3306As I posted yesterday, my writing journey has been amazing thus far.  Once I realized I wasn’t too shy to share many of my personal blessings in the book I just finished, 101 BLESSINGS, my world is opening up more each day.  I know I want to do what my title says.  I would like my words to be memorable and lasting in the minds of my Readers.  This Blog Challenge #2, that I am rewriting, is from an earlier post but it is one that I never get tired of sharing.  It was a special experience that I like to keep talking or writing about whenever I get the opportunity.  It really made me think about what my path is.  I hope to hear your comments about this post.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning and I was driving through Nebraska.  As far as my eyes could see, fields of blooming sunflowers were standing in unity.  I felt I was entering a sanctuary of worshippers.  On both sides of the road, sunflowers continued until they met the skyline. I slowed right down, the highway was deserted and with a closer look, I noticed some stalks with their faces bowed. Others were nearly hidden by taller ones.  I questioned myself.  “Which face would be mine?  The tall, strong one facing it’s source, the sun?  How obvious is the joy of my own salvation?  Am I foolish enough to think that if I lower my face I can blend into the crowd and be out of the Lord’s watchful eye?”

King David knew he couldn’t hide from God, when he asked the question: ‘Where can I go from Thy presence?  If I ascend to Heaven or make my bed in Sheol, Thou art there.  Even the darkness is not dark to Thee’.  Psalm 139.

As I drove,  I personalized faces.  Family, friends, brothers and sisters in the Lord who had gotten lost in the crowd, including myself at times.  Hurts, loss, disappointments, grief, are circumstances that can cause us to turn our face away from our source when it should be the opposite.  It’s during these times we need Him the most.  God’s word tells us to ‘stand in the light of His love.  He will cause His light to shine upon us and bring us peace’.  What wonderful words of hope.

Since that morning, I find myself searching faces whenever I am in a crowd at a mall, the beach, anywhere.  Try it.  Which face in the crowd do you think would resemble yours.  Do our own expressions reflect the Light of God’s love?  Is our head held high?  I would like to think mine is, but I’m sure there are times when I don’t put my best ‘face’ forward.

Last summer I planted my own crowd of sunflowers along the fence.  Joy filled me as I watched them grow and bloom.  Some of them weren’t as strong and tall as the rest, but I supported them so they would survive.   I loved the way the Lord used them as an example that I, a writer and an artist, could easily relate to. Imagine, just as He knows every hair on our heads, He also knows every seed in each sunflower plant.  He knows where every face is…In the light…In the dark…In any crowd, anywhere.

I hope this comparison will come to mind and make you smile the next time you pass by a field of sunflowers.

Blessings Readers…From Memory Lane  SEVEN SUNFLOWERS




me againSo many tell me that I have a gift with words.  I finally believe that too. I use that as confirmation for my God given talent and I give Him all the glory.
My writing journey has been the greatest, most exciting and rewarding roller coaster ride, I’ve been on thus far!  I have always loved to try out the wildest, scariest ones I could find.  In that way, just dare me, I am brave!  However, new ideas, sharing my own little world with strangers, is sometimes met with scepticism on my part. At home, writing had been a part of me as far back as I can remember.   When I was too young to write my stories, I became a story teller and dramatically acted them out for anyone who would listen and write them down for me.  I soon began to write my own.  When I had children and we ran out of books, I wrote them bedtime stories.  After they grew up, I wrote articles for children’s magazines.  As I reached retirement, I seriously began my blog about my prairie life.  All stepping stones that have brought me where I am today.  I’d go on writing binges where I’d almost forget to eat, sleep or feed the cats.  When I exhausted that, I’d paint long enough to lay out a plot for my next writing adventure.  Then I’d write occasionally, fall in love with that routine for a while, have something published and get all pumped when the cheque arrived…

Then my keyboard would be silent.

Sadly to say, I wrote like this for 20- something years! Obviously, it wasn’t about things that mattered enough to me at that time.  I wasn’t in the right place to appreciate its value.  I started blogging last August because I wanted to share my memories that I had tucked away deeply in the pages of my mind and I knew I should do it before the ink faded from the pages completely.  Losing loved ones, brings the cruel reality, that we all have our time, sometimes it short.

I began to write my memoirs back to the days I was growing up on a dirt poor prairie farm in Manitoba, Canada.  I wasn’t bothered about ‘not living up to the  Jone’es, standards or any of that until I turned 15-16.  Once that discovery hit me between the eyes, I ran and never wanted to go back there for years.  Of course I did. (Once I built my own little Jones world), but I couldn’t go any further without my roots. I was empty.  I went home again and found them.

I decided what I had was golden and I want the new generations of our Family Tree to know their heritage and be proud of it.  I am.

Since I began the 500 word challenge on Face Book with Jeff Goins and the writers group, I have had a blast!  I got a revelation for a Blessings book on New Years Eve, actually a 101 of them was the number given to me.  I had never written anything quite like this and the word challenge kept the fire going.  I thought it would take me months & months to write but I finished the last Blessing yesterday. 2 months, 13 days!

I know now that all my writing trials, the re-writes, rejections, changing material content, were stepping stones to bring me to where I am.  101 BLESSINGS isn’t fictional.  It isn’t about a character in a story where I get to decide a dynamite surprise ending.  They are my hard learned lessons that became my blessings and I believe with all my heart and Spirit, I am meant to share them.

While I’ve been writing them, doors have opened for me and I know without a shadow of a doubt it has been the Lord who has walked, carried and even pushed me this far.  All the while, His banner over me has been LOVE!

Blessings & thanks for reading,

Memory Lane



me again

This is one of my first stories, written into my booklets I often made when I was between 11-14 years old.  Dad had nicknamed me ‘Summer Wind’ because I was training to enter races at our Harvest time picnic.  I never stopped running, ‘like the wind’,  he told me, for that entire summer.  This story was one of my treasures that Mom had put into my trunk & hid in our old attic, knowing I would come back for them one day.  It had been published in a bi-monthly that I wrote for: Indian Life Ministries, an International Newspaper from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. I had many great responses from all over the USA and then it was politely rejected by a well known Christian publisher in the US. They wanted the story but the revisions they requested were to change the Aboriginal content. I was completely insulted and I refused.  They had published many of my works previously but I have not submitted another article to them.  It has since been written into part of my FLASHLIGHT JOURNAL series. Some of it has been shared into other my blog posts and 101 BLESSINGS, however, this is the manuscript  I wrote as a child, exactly the way it all happened.  I feel like I could just go right outside, and ride my bike to my friend’s house, as Summer Wind, again.  *****

“Summer Wind, It’s going to be a scorcher out here today,” says Dad, wiping his forehead.  “Your Mama can fry an egg on the front porch!”

“WHAT?”   He winks at me.   “Oh, Dad, you always say stuff like that!”  In my head,  I see Mama cooking our eggs on the front steps.

“It’s so hot, that even the bees aren’t doing their morning shopping!” He said, placing his hand to his ear.

It’s early in the morning but Bright Sun feels super hot.  I pick up the watering can and stare up at the never ending Prairie Sky.   I can see the  trail of an airplane so far up,  I can’t even hear it.   “Thank You, Summer Wind,”  I say as it blows fresh air on my face & neck while I help Mama water vegetables in our garden. “I know you are there, and I wish I could see you and I wish I could be invisible like you.”

Dad was right this time. I don’t hear the bees at all.  I like them but sometimes I have to ‘Bee’ careful not to get in their way. Dad has taught me that if I am polite to them, they will treat me the same. He also told me if they chased me, I could probably run faster than they could fly. (Sometimes, I think Dad just tests me to see how much I believe him?)

“Summer Wind,  you make me smile when you touch my face.  Bright Sunlight and you make good partners for helping our garden grow.”  I am in a hurry today so I try to water my rows quickly.

“Slow down,” says Mama.  “You’ve missed some of the carrots.”  She fills my can again.  After my chores  & breakfast, I feed my Black and white Collie, Shep. I’ve  had Shep since I was about one year old.  He will find a nice place in Cool Shade & sleep all day while I am gone, until he hears my bike coming down the gravel road where he will meet me at the edge of our driveway.  If something new is happening he will bark & race ahead of me.  He likes to win at racing too.

Mama has packed me a lunch to share with my school friend Iris and I can ride my bike to her house about a mile away.  “Bye, Mama,”  I wave as I push through the gate.  “Thanks for our lunch.”

“WAIT!  You forgot your jacket!”

“Awe,  Mama!  It’s so hot.”  Dad says you could have fried our eggs out here!”  She shakes her head & points to the sky behind her.  I toss my jacket into my carrier and peddle as fast as I can before she finds something else.  Suddenly,  I notice  everything IS quiet on our country road.  The birds have stopped singing.  Summer Wind gives me a push as I climb the first hill.  I see Mr. Stefan’s truck coming towards me.  I wait at the side of the road.  He slows down and waves as he passes.

“Going to pick up the mail.  Better hurry before it rains on Big Boots,”  he tells me pointing to the sky.  Big Boots barks  ‘Hello’.  He loves riding in the back of Mr. Stefan’s truck while Summer Wind blows his fur in all directions.  Little Dust Shadow follows them over the hill.  I remind myself to look both ways before getting back on my bike.  Mama says it’s a good habit, even on our hardly travelled road.

trees and clouds“WOW!”  I holler when I look up at the clouds.  “Dark Cloud is quickly moving  my way!  It’s gonna drop Fresh Shower right over my head before I can get to my friend’s house!”  I grab the jacket.   “How does she know these things?”  I stand up and peddle, happy our lunch is in my plastic back pack and won’t get soaked.






“I wonder if Loud Thunder and Speeding Light will come next?”  I peddle as fast as I can, using one hand to pull my jacket over my head, just as the drops start. Summer Wind is blowing stronger.  “Come on, Summer Wind, push me faster!”  I keep hollering:  “FASTER!  FASTER!”

I cannot peddle as fast as Fresh Shower is dropping drops.  Dark Cloud has pushed in front of Bright Sunlight.  Creator heard Mama when she prayed for Fresh Shower to send more water today.   “Thank You, Creator, for helping us grow our vegetables.”  I keep blinking the raindrops out of my eyes.  “And thank You for not sending Loud Thunder & Speeding Light while I am on the road!”

My friend, Iris will be happy.  She loves Loud Thunder & Sky Storm, but I wouldn’t have come over and we made plans for today.  “Hurry back, Bright Sunlight.  Dry my clothes!”   Shiny puddles are all over the road and my tires make ‘squishy’ sounds as I crunch up my legs and ride through them.  Summer Wind has slowed down.  I’m close to my friend’s house.  The birds are starting to sing now that Fresh Shower is slowing its drops to… Slower…Slower… Plop!  Plop!  Plop!




Just one more small hill.  Dark Cloud has moved to our other neighbor’s farm where the mean boys live.  “GOOD!” Bright Sunlight is free & makes Raindrops sparkle wherever they landed.  Spider Web’s Lace is spread across Wild Flower’s petals.  I think of Kokum’s (my Grannie’s) fancy white tablecloth.  Summer Wind makes Fresh Shower’s perfume smell nice.  That reminds me of Kokum, too. (As I outgrew my names for everything, I called her my Gran).







Iris is waiting for me.  Her Mom hands us a bag of freshly made donuts to take along.  “Thanks, Mrs. Stefan.”

“You’re welcome.  Have fun girls!”

We can’t wait.  We both eat a donut on the way while we have fun riding all over the road trying to hit the puddles.  Summer Wind chases us as we speed up through them.  “YIPPEE!”

“WOO HOO! Look, Lainie!  No hands!”  Well I can’t do ‘No Hands’,  but I am so skinny,  I stuff the donut into my mouth and stretch my arms around my legs and put my feet up on the handle bars.

“HA! HA!”   Iris cannot do THAT!

We are not even peddling as we race down the hill.  As much as we try to pass each other,  Summer Wind keeps us even.  We turn off and go down the bumpy trail to our tree house. 

First thing we do is fly our kites in the open field.




Summer Wind twirls, spins & pulls them higher and higher.   “WHOA!”   Mine drops to the ground.  Then Iris’s kite gets tangled in a tree close by.

“Hold my legs while I get it down,”  I holler, reaching for a strong branch.  “I think I have to cut the string!”  Iris doesn’t like climbing. Iris nods.  “Do it.” I unfold my camp knife and cut it.   The kite hits the ground.  “Is it wrecked?”  I ask as I climb down.

“No, it’s okay,  Lainie.  Thanks.”    As we walk along the edge of the field, we pick Raspberry Reds, as my Dad called them…the REAL red ones.  Dad taught me how to make a perfect red for water color painting by crushing raspberries through Mama’s strainer & adding just enough water.  I taught Iris how to make it too, so we collected a cupful each.  It was hard not to eat them all.

From listening to our parents and Elders, (Grandparents), story telling around the bonfires in the evening, we have heard great stories.  So today we pretend we are living by the old traditions and are early Aboriginals surviving on our own.  My Dad was taught many traditions as a young boy growing up in close fellowship with an Aboriginal family. He grew up loving all the important values they taught him. Every chance I had, I wrote down the stories he told me and I learned how to recognize tracks, good and dangerous plants, berries and mushrooms etc.








We make camp beside our tree house.  Last summer, Iris’s Dad gave us the boards and old shingles for a roof.  He helped us build it.  It is strong and safe.  Our Mama’s both said it had to be that  way.   It even has a window & a door.  We can leave our stuff in it.  Nobody can see it from the road,  especially the mean neighbor boys.   This is our very own place.  Iris and her Mom sewed us a new banner.   We hang it on the pole and put more stones around it.  Summer Wind waves it for us.

We are building a big Inukshuk.  We learned about them at school.  Iris & I carry all the flat stones we can find from the pile beside the field.  Some are really heavy.  We choose the best round one for the head.  Our Inukshuk is half as tall as we are.  We name it: ‘Doodlik’.  We take a rest to look at Doodlik for a little while.  “Every time we come here now, Doodlik will be here to welcome us.”

“I like that idea,” says Iris.

An Inukshuk is a friendship figure.  It is also a messenger who welcomes visitors and hunters & guides them with signs. We walk quietly and carefully around the side of the old barn because there are wooden boxes on stands full of BEES🐝🐝🐝🐝! And they are always busy. “Don’t they ever get tired?” I ask Iris. She shakes her head and tells me they go back and forth gathering pollen from their garden which is as big as our whole town! I’m serious!  Inside the barn, we found a set of antlers & we put them over Doodlik’s arm.  That means ‘good hunting’  here.  We gathered sticks and dropped them beside Doodlik so visitors  get the message it is a safe campsite.  Iris and I worked hard until Bright Sunlight was over our heads.  Lunchtime.   We climbed the short ladder to our tree house.  It isn’t very high but that’s okay.  It stays nice in Cool Shade.  Iris brought her new magazines and we read them while sharing our food.  After we rest in the grassy field and watch White Clouds turn into animal shapes while we finish the donuts.  We are best friends.  We talk about everything.  Our favorite shows,  best creepy books, good baseball games.  Sometimes we share family problems too.

We both have so many ideas about what we’d like to be when we grow up.  Iris wants to be an artist.  I might be one too and we both like to write stories.  (This is the story of us which I only completed 2 years ago).

I tell her why I get scared sometimes and about the mean names those awful boys call me.   She sticks up for me when she hears them and never makes fun of me.   She asks me other stuff about the Creator that she is shy to ask anyone else.  If I don’t know,  I  can ask Kokum.  She knows many things about the Creator.  We read out loud.  Iris hates to read in front of the class.  I tell her she reads really good.  Once Bright Sunlight has moved to the other side of the sky, we have to leave. 







We pack, pinky swear our secrets and then go in opposite directions.







Summer Wind helped me climb the hill and pushed me down so fast, I laugh out loud.  I stretch out my legs and enjoy the free ride!  The cows in Mr. Smith’s meadow look all blurry black & white as I race past. “HELLO COWS!”  They watch me but keep munching on their grass and switching their tails. Home at last!

“HURRAY!”  I shout.  I know the car and truck in our yard.  Mama must have been keeping it a surprise for me!  As I turn in the driveway,  Shep barks out the news and races me to the house.

“I’m peddling as fast as I can!”  Both my older sisters & husbands are here from the city.  They are at the porch waving at me.  All I can do is smile because I need both hands to steer without hitting their vehicles.  Kokum is with them and comes running to hug me first.  I tell her I missed her so much.  “It’s only been a week,” she says.  Then whispers in my ear that she is glad to be back where she can feel the rain and listen to what the sky has to say at night.  I know exactly what she means.  I drop my bike and run to see what my sisters brought me.  Tonight we will have a family gathering.  I love it when everyone is at our house.  I want one just like this when I grow up.  Dad  has put the extra boards in to make the table bigger so we can all sit around it.  I have washed up and set the table.  My cousins will come with Uncle John and Auntie Rosie will bring her delicious home made strawberry ice cream for dessert.

Once supper is over & the kitchen is cleaned up,  we plan the evening.  I help put the dishes away and feed my dog.

“Thanks for helping,” says my sister Evie,  then hands me a bag.

“Two pairs of brand new jeans!  I am the luckiest kid today!”  I open the bag from my other sister.  “Oh boy, new comics!  All my favorites!  Books and paints too!”  I give her a hug.  “Thanks, Lorna!”  I run up stairs to put my stuff in a safe place for later.  Just in case my sister Allie comes with their FIVE kids!





Dad gets the bonfire going and brings out his violin and Uncle John and him play.  My sisters & Kokum sing along.  Uncle Harry gets in trouble with Mama for telling us jokes & scary stories.  We laugh because it happens every time.

Summer Wind is around the fire, cooling our faces when we get too close.  Sometimes the fire crackles & makes us jump as sparks sizzle straight up into the night sky.  Dad points & whispers:  “Those sparks are going up to be the brightest stars tonight.”

“REALLY?”  Then he nudges my shoulder and laughs.  “AWE DAD!”

We have a sing a long with the grown ups and make a mess toasting wieners, and S’mores!  Gooey, sticky, drippy marshies with crackers and chocolate sauce.  Mama lets us have all we want but then warns: “Don’t you go in the house like that!”  We wait for her to bring towels and warm soapy water.

Now, it is very late.  Mama hugs me after prayers and sends me upstairs to bed.  It was such a fun day,  I don’t want it to end.  My bed feels extra comfy.  Moon Beam & a zillion Star Lights twinkle softly.   I look out at the sky and whisper: “There ARE some stars that do seem extra bright.”  I think of Dad and clunk myself on the head.  Shep’s tail thumps on the floor beside my bed.  He likes company. I can sneak him up to my room.  I reach down to pat him.  Mama won’t notice until morning. “YUCK!”  Somehow there’s marshmallow goo in his fur.

My family are still out on the porch, talking & laughing.  They will be there while I fall asleep listening to the different sounds of their voices.  I’m glad Kokum lives with us now.  Her room is across the hall.  Mama wants to fix her a room downstairs but Kokum says she feels closer to Creator and the stars from up here.  I know she does it so that I’m not scared or lonely when Loud Thunder & Sky Storm comes.  When we are whispering together in my big bed after the house is asleep, she tells me she has many more stories to teach me while they are still playing loud in her head.  I am picturing a little radio with the sound on and then I hear her laughing into the pillow.  “You are just like Dad.”  We both laugh. I am sleepy but I am making plans for after everyone leaves.  Iris and I want to make a path to our tree house with flat rocks.  Mama told me not to do my sad face thing, when my sisters leave because in a few days my sister Allie & the kids are coming…FOR A WEEK!  I might take them to the tree house but I will ask Iris if we can have picnics there.  It’s her tree house too. Then they won’t get into my room when I’m not watching.

I know she will say yes.  She has two sisters and they share everything.  She told me I’m not a selfish kid, when I said I get heck from Mama for not sharing my room.  Iris said it’s because I’m alone a lot.  I really do like it when they stay.

Gerry, my sister’s oldest isn’t in this picture because he always tried to get away from them. Then Iris, my niece…(I know two of them. Imagine), who helps my sister the most & Louise, Shannon & Robbie.  (He is the worst!)  He draws mustaches and beards on my good posters!  I can’t slug him because he’s smaller & he’ll tattle!  Mama will take his side.   Louise breaks all my crayons but that’s okay.  She doesn’t do it on purpose, she just presses too hard.  Baby Shannon sleeps in my old crib still in the corner of my room.  She wakes up so happy and I give her a stuffed animal to play with.  Gerry, likes to be with my Dad in his workshop.  He knows where my secret hiding place is for my comics.  I can trust him.  I am actually their auntie but I always wish they were all my brothers and sisters even if I will be busy hiding all my good stuff, just in case.

Summer Wind hums a night song.  I whisper:  “Thank you,  Summer Wind.  Good night, even though you are invisible.”  Shep’s tail makes a ‘thump’.  “Good night, Sticky Dog.’ *****

“Lainie! Get that dog outside! NOW!”  I fly out of bed! I SLEPT IN! Shep has already scooted down the stairs.  The table is loaded with  bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes and Kokum’s fresh warm bannock.  Mama usually shares her coffee with me, with lots of milk & sugar in it. All through breakfast, everyone is talking at once.  “How do they do that?”

Once I asked Mama how she can concentrate & she smiled and said: “Years of practise.  You’ll understand one day.”  Whatever that means.  I think I will just live here at home, for the rest of my life.    *** The End ***

A FOREVER FRIEND IS: Someone you may not see for years & years, but when you do…you pick up where you left off.

To Iris, my forever friend who inspired me through this story. We were together all through school & the summer I first wrote it by flashlight under my blankets.  For all the adventures we shared throughout our growing pain years & for always having my ‘back’. Love you forever, Your  ‘Marlainie’. The only one who ever called me that.

It would have been Iris’s Birthday today. I was heartbroken that she passed away, a month before this book came out, which was supposed to be her surprise.  I know that her Spirit is pleased that I finally did complete it as she knew I would one day.

Love & Blessings from: Memory Lane, The Bee Cozy Coffee Shop Writer