Friday Light Writes

Yesterday I shared a few thoughts on the importance of being part of a community. If you missed that post, you can read every disjointed word of it HERE. Well, today, I want to briefly share another example of community because this excites me so much! It pertains to what I received in the mail today.

I've met Irene and look forward to meeting Don. I luv my neighborhood!

This is our neighborhood lifestyle magazine that Yvonne Leffler edits and N2 Publishing prints and mails. N2P’s vision is to bring neighbors closer together through magazines that feature stories written by and about those living within recipe-sharing distance of one another. I promised Yvonne a couple of months ago that I’d submit a story for the October publication about the soon-to-be-released book Joy is Contagious…Cancer Isn’t and my breast cancer support group’s online auction. She said she’d welcome it, and finally it's here!!

I consider Yvonne a friend and enjoy every chance I get to chat with her. Her British accent captivates me.  She could rattle off the atomic numbers and weights from the Periodic Table of Elements and I’d hang on to every word. Trust me, you would too because she’s so doggone delightful. (Once she sends me a snapshot of herself I'll add it to this post so you can see her sweet self!) [Edited 10/21/07 to include photo.]

Isn't Yvonne lovely? Not sure if that's sunlight streaming into her car or if it's her brilliant personality shining through.

Thank you, Yvonne, for allowing me to promote my book and The Rack Pack’s current fundraiser. And if you’re a neighbor reading this, please submit some stories, or else the magazine runs the risk of becoming The Tales of Kim Tisor and I know you don’t want that. Already in November's issue you'll read a sob story about my endearing dog, Carly,  because Yvonne needed it.

Carly with my son, Race. Yes, that's not a typo.

Poor girl. She was really in need of some puppy pampering prior to me taking this picture that I submitted with the article, but there was no time. She's 16-years-old and smells like she looks but we all still love her immensely.

And I plan to write a short blurb about my daughter, Rachael, who was nominated by her 6th grade class to represent her grade on the local high school's homecoming court earlier this month.  For the record, my children look nothing like me.

My husband, Randy, drove Rachael and escorted her during halftime.

Being a contributor for the magazine as well as writing this little blog does my heart good.  More than anything I hope this becomes another source of community for both you and me. Please, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me an email. I like to "chat" even if you don't have a cool British accent.