Brain Break, Anyone?

Recently I was inspired to create my own word search when I ran across one that challenged players to find 16 hidden books of the Bible in a passage. Here’s my first attempt at an original work. Let me know what you think and most especially, how many books you can find. Only list the number of books you find in the comments, not the actually names of the books. We want to give everyone a chance to play. I’ll post the answers tomorrow after everyone has had a chance to try for themselves.

For Polish immigrants in France, Éze kielbasa is a delicious reminder of family and home.

On special occasions like today we usually find ourselves raking so much food onto our plates that we have to double them up.

The table set, meal steaming hot, welcoming scents floating up and surrounding the family, I am relieved that the absence of her prize winning strawberry jam escaped mother’s notice for the time being for mother could be ruthless at times when I did not meet with her high standards of womanhood.

When my brother returned home from the hospital I was so proud that mother also entrusted me with selecting the decor in Thian’s room.

I was crushed by his lukewarm reaction to all of my hard work and my mother’s disappointment marked a new low in our floundering relationship.

He quietly pushed back from the table, grabbed his case and walked out onto the porch. He sat in his chair and popped open the case containing the instrument that was his first and only love. Banjo elevated, arm at the ready, he began to play and continued on late into the night.

The next morning I journeyed into town to clear my head. Thinking back on happier memories from my childhood, I gingerly sip the overpriced coffee I rely on to kickstart my day. Watching Matthew make my potion daily, I wonder if he thinks I’m dull when I place the same order that he brews to perfection, Carmel Macchiato, venti.

Moth yarn is what we all used to call the fuzzy balls grandmother kept in the basket beside her rocking chair. Her ritual of sipping her brew in between her tying of beautiful knots that magically became warm blankets for me and Thian whenever we would visit her in the cold season. Winters in the Alps had a way of chilling the bone for the unprepared. I wonder what Granny Esther would make of us now. She would know how to fix us all that’s for sure.


Marta C. Youngblood is the founder and creative engine behind TheWRITEaddiction creatives co-op founded in 2014 as a virtual community supporting writers from all over the United States of America. Marta’s passion drives her to support the success of creatives from all walks of life to honor their talent and share it with the world. She believes that working in our creative callings does not have to be synonymous with being a “starving artist” and helps creatives master the business skills and strategies they need to work in their gifts.

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