Food

by Author DeeAnn Gorman

**For appearances only Ma’am stood by collecting old recipe cards are relics of reminiscing about baking or cooking in the Mennonite kitchens. Recipes are the pride and joy of their heritage.**   **“ What is so special about the lost recipe cards?” Marie Hershberger said,”I’m curious to know what the recipe might have been.?”**   **Ma’am replied,” Grossmama was entered in a baking contest. A secret recipe passed down from the Bontrager family. She miss placed them and what is upsetting the contest is only a week away.”**   **Nothing else was said then except Grossmama along with Ma’am helping her and daughter Olive. They bowed their heads in prayer just then around the family table.**   **Olive her Granddaughter, made way with boxes of old recipes from the attic. Dusting them off with a dust cloth, they began making their way through them. One by one looking at them was intriguing enough. Yet was it enough to find contest material?**   **Dat Bontrager had just finished Chores for the evening. “ I’ve heard Grossmama I’d hoped you’d of found the recipe cards . What do you do next.” His Dat following behind him. Grosspapa Bontrager said sorry fra ( wife) pray for you to find them or another favorite family recipe. “**   **Grossmama deep in thought at the moment. Looking serious at the recipes. “ I must have a recipe to make the tasting better than ever before tasted. Which makes the individual eating it love it. “**

by Broken Pencils 4363

The Great Lakes Deaf Men's Group \[GLDMG) Retreat is held annually for deaf and hard of hearing men to learn about God, Worship God, Pray to God and re-dedicate our lives to the Lord. This retreat was founded by Chris, who saw the need for a retreat for his fellow deaf men in Michigan 15 years ago.  Our deaf men's fellowship is a good opportunity to meet and make new friends as well as keeping in touch. I love it.

by Sarah Bantu

**About the Story** What if the key to your survival was locked inside a secret, ancient bloodline?\ Spun from a fascinating true piece of Russian history and set against the brutal, breathtaking backdrop of the frozen north, *Daughter of the Falcon* blends gripping suspense with an unforgettable romance.\ For centuries, deep within the endless, snow covered forests, an elite and hidden clan of warriors lived by their own laws. They did not just survive the winter they ruled it, training lethal military falcons to hunt, fight, and protect secrets hidden from the world. Today, that fierce bloodline legacy is alive, but the isolation of the frozen north is cracking. A dangerous, unpredictable threat is closing in, forcing old secrets into the light and testing the loyalty of a clan that has never bowed to anyone.\ Filled with high stakes twists, deep betrayal, and a slow burn love story that burns hot against the bitter ice, this fiction novel proves that some family histories can never stay buried. Step into a harsh, beautiful world where danger hides in every shadow, trust is a luxury, and you never know what's going to happen next. Discover what happens when the frost bites deep, and the falcon finally takes flight.

by H.B. West

When Sam’s terse hospital text arrives—"I’m still in California. Diagnosed with breast cancer today" ([#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-fy7d))—the old man slips a whiskey under his coat, buys a one-way ticket, and heads for the rain-washed coasts of the British Isles. He is a man of small rituals: one more fly to tie, one more pub to learn, one more fish to catch. Along the way he collects strangers—Slick behind a bar, a red-haired Tralee traveler in a blue dress ([#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-ebm9)), a cranky taxi driver who pins a daddy-long-legs fly to his lapel ([#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-cmtz))—and each encounter loosens a knot he didn’t know he carried. But this is not just a travelogue; it is a reckoning. As storm Lorenzo drives him from the Isle of Man to the Lake District and across Scotland’s Spey ([#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-pshp), [#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-gur9), [#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-jb4j)), the old man measures the steady tick of time against a bucket-list dream: to catch an Atlantic salmon on the fly ([#](https://wd.autocrit.com/editor/858686#id-no5k)). Wry, tender, and quietly fierce, this is a story about why we keep making plans in the face of good sense—and what happens when the future finally insists on being lived