tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.comments2024-03-06T05:16:16.411-05:00car on the hillFrances Kuffelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928021465309402200noreply@blogger.comBlogger1454125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-4225492690211531912017-08-04T04:14:21.651-04:002017-08-04T04:14:21.651-04:00Living life on life's terms can be a real bitc...Living life on life's terms can be a real bitch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://parks-stories.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">ทางบ้าน</a>UplayOnlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056159688537638797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-86674650373991345732017-07-24T18:52:19.958-04:002017-07-24T18:52:19.958-04:00Great stuff. I seriously dislike leaving my own co...Great stuff. I seriously dislike leaving my own comfort zone and would much rather wallow in a bowl of pasta and enjoy the latest episode of whatever it is I am feeling that night. What's that saying? "Nothing ever good came from staying in your comfort zone." Sounds easy, but it's harder than walking on a hot day with chaffed inner thighs. That might be too honest. However, it's my truth and I need to start enjoying the sheer fact that I am a stubborn, overweight, complicating and more so a lovable and worthy person. Failure is not a option. It will happen. Now, I must find the strength to just be kind to myself. WE CAN DO THIS!!! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08492914675035059676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-51758125554929889862017-02-05T21:09:32.471-05:002017-02-05T21:09:32.471-05:00I love how honest you are and i can SO relate to i...I love how honest you are and i can SO relate to it all. P.S. I have loved all of your books. You are a gifted writer.Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08783980870221595422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-13253777299329969562017-01-26T12:13:30.377-05:002017-01-26T12:13:30.377-05:00I really enjoyed reading this. Much of it resonate...I really enjoyed reading this. Much of it resonates. Have to brag, though; after putting this off for a while, yesterday I finally sorted out my receipts for taxes. And I read Middlemarch a few years ago but don't ask me to report on it--not an easy classic--but kind of interesting. I sometimes wonder if I had all my loved ones/friends in one place if I'd ever get anything done! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04635884185202596380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-39122026959535084692017-01-20T22:27:45.476-05:002017-01-20T22:27:45.476-05:00Oh my God Frances, I read your weight loss book a ...Oh my God Frances, I read your weight loss book a few years ago, and you blog on and off over the years. Mostly off, because I see myself in so much of your writings, I 'm tired of my wet face with runny makeup.<br /><br /><br />What a gift from God, to write as you do.<br /><br />Keep writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-45518797230744651372017-01-08T17:02:52.051-05:002017-01-08T17:02:52.051-05:00Great to hear from you Frances and a wonderful rea...Great to hear from you Frances and a wonderful read. Some sad events to be sure, but there is a lot of hope and happiness in this blog entry. I look forward to hearing about more of you Missoula adventures!Gallishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07819340204360851294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-76128355407888714162017-01-08T05:39:55.881-05:002017-01-08T05:39:55.881-05:00You asked us what we wanted for the new year. I tu...You asked us what we wanted for the new year. I turned 70 yesterday. By this age, wants are usually few in number and rarely material in nature. I want to continue to live as I have lived all my life--in a free country. If freedom continues to reign, my greatest desire will be fulfilled. Hilarynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-76765425540519316022017-01-03T17:30:56.437-05:002017-01-03T17:30:56.437-05:00Thanks for the update and for sharing. Here's ...Thanks for the update and for sharing. Here's to a great year for both of us! Happy New Year!MWFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07166807056193009184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-39019931028206030212016-12-27T14:19:24.854-05:002016-12-27T14:19:24.854-05:00Oh, Frances, this letter is just beautiful and so ...Oh, Frances, this letter is just beautiful and so full of nuggets. You sound happy. You have been through quite a bit and survived. Very interesting and I have things in common with you. (1) My family reconnected with some cousins whom we'd been estranged from because our parents were feuding. I've been to a couple of reunions. My brother lives in their area and so sees more of them. (2) I don't feel that I have a best friend either. I have a wonderful daughter who just spent a week with me and I just loved it and she left for the airport this morning. I'm fairly close to one of my brothers--we have good talks. I have church friends and email friends. But no true best friend and actually I never did. My husband was wonderful, and I liked to call him my best friend sometimes. I'm a widow now with an empty nest. I do volunteer work with children. Children do it for me more than adults sometimes. You love Daisy. My daughter loved a cat and wants another one. I love children. I wish you much luck with your novel. I don't know how many people have true friends. But if you can enjoy the moments that you have with people, it's like putting gas in your car--you have something to get you through. And sometimes being alone can be great as I'm sure you know. Writing is an occupation that is fulfilling and time-consuming and certainly you don't need people around when you're writing. Oh, one more thing that resonated with me--the person who wanted to cohabit with you. I had a male email friend who lost his cool when I started to back off from making it into something more--he told me to never write him again and so I didn't. People can be vindictive at times. I'm glad you saw some red flags (or pink flags maybe!) and realized that you were probably just as well off. I certainly felt that way. Savor the happy moments. Remember them for the dry times. Hug Daisy. Take care. Happy 2017. Hilarynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-63789234658208289062016-12-21T19:53:16.190-05:002016-12-21T19:53:16.190-05:00Frances! We love you! You have always been (and ...Frances! We love you! You have always been (and always will be) one of the writers whose books I go back to again and again and whose books always amaze and inspire me. Reading your post today I am, as always, so impressed by your fearlessness, honesty, humor, and wide-open heart. Parts of your post made me cry; other parts made me nod my head in agreement; other parts made me laugh in delight. You have such a gift, Frances. For the new year, I wish you love, joy, beauty abounding, and the ever-present knowledge that so many people love and admire you. For all of us, I wish just . . . quiet. Peace. Resourcefulness. The ability to stay the course and know that things will get better.<br /><br />SophieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-78763986585053777932016-12-21T19:01:45.719-05:002016-12-21T19:01:45.719-05:00A beautiful letter and so, so you. Merry Christma...A beautiful letter and so, so you. Merry Christmas!Caffeinatedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17605413891826037396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-62785035013183007382016-12-21T15:00:49.131-05:002016-12-21T15:00:49.131-05:00Beautiful Christmas letter, Frances. Thank you for...Beautiful Christmas letter, Frances. Thank you for sharing from your heart. Merry Christmas!Laura Nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00878160757415992959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-78053450441622844172016-12-20T16:51:19.584-05:002016-12-20T16:51:19.584-05:00What a read! You are the best writer! Thanks for s...What a read! You are the best writer! Thanks for sharing some very personal events! I remembering our meeting on Garrett St. Fun times, they were! 60 is coming up fast for me, too! Have a great year to come! We need to meet for a lunch to share some laughs! Lynn Koeppenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07732605178098885508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-74977563092981360382016-06-28T07:10:07.447-04:002016-06-28T07:10:07.447-04:00Oh, Frances...your beloved Daisy's decline com...Oh, Frances...your beloved Daisy's decline coming at the same time as the disaster with your house...wow. I've never had a pet, but I watched my daughter go through her cat's decline and eventual passing a couple of years ago. I know that Daisy has been your best friend--she's such a beloved dog. I thank the Lord for your brother who's so supportive and for the fire fighters and the geek squad and the fact that your computer is all well now (I sometimes think of a computer as being alive). So glad that you can write. When you mentioned that four hours just disappeared while you were writing, I rejoiced for you--I've experienced the flow factor when writing--when the world goes away for a while and one is in another world so to speak. Take care of yourself. Take care of Daisy. She's so lucky to have you as her mistress. Your blogs always produce tears--tears are good things, I think. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04635884185202596380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-13295560110657043732016-05-31T10:21:31.461-04:002016-05-31T10:21:31.461-04:00I'm so very sorry to hear about your father...I'm so very sorry to hear about your father's passing. I've missed you and your writing. Gallishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07819340204360851294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-88082283080852192742016-05-24T08:54:43.442-04:002016-05-24T08:54:43.442-04:00Just finished your book, Angry Fat Girlz. I have r...Just finished your book, Angry Fat Girlz. I have read only the last two entries here. Am hoping that not blogging means you are busy with fresh new pursuits that fulfill you; maybe a novel, maybe not. Warmest wishes.oolala53noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-68429743483896893832016-05-11T10:23:59.575-04:002016-05-11T10:23:59.575-04:00There's not a doubt in my mind that your plot ...There's not a doubt in my mind that your plot with all it's devices is on its way. If only she'd write it, too. And then give you full credit, of course.<br /><br />I found your blog after reading Love Sick. I'm so glad to see your latest entry and hope that it's just the first of the several you'll write in the coming months. Notice I didn't say "many." Don't want to push.<br /><br />I admire your writing, your thought processes and your honesty. Remember that if you feel you have something to say, more often than not, it will exactly the thing your readers need to hear. <br /><br />My very best to Daisy.<br /><br />TheresaTheresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01252982243076170667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-34789193142115150982016-05-09T05:50:17.949-04:002016-05-09T05:50:17.949-04:00Frances, I was bowled over when I saw your entry t...Frances, I was bowled over when I saw your entry today. I'd wondered, as I'm sure others have, whether you'd ever write again. Mother's Day is a great day to write. You had a great mom. Sometimes it's hard to picture our loved ones in heaven. My dad, the businessman, always wanting to be busy, but then I do remember how peaceful he would look when he was just resting. And my mom, the traditional homemaker, maybe it's a relief for her to have nothing to maintain. Are there any made in heaven marriages? My mom said that my dad's passing was a relief in a way because the fighting was over. And, yet, when we talked about her passing, she said that she so looked forward to seeing my dad again and imagined that his arms would be out, ready to receive her. I think that heaven is more than we can possibly imagine. Imagine a place where love reigns supreme with the Lord over all and no more marriages or sticky relationships to mess things up. I want to see my husband again and marriage was okay but I think heaven is freedom from earthbound relationships. I think that the peace, love, bliss that our loved ones know is just beyond comprehension. Our priest yesterday (age 43) was saying that he is really looking forward to heaven! It's hard to imagine sometimes, I'll admit! Enjoyed your letter so much. So glad you're well and thinking about writing another book.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04635884185202596380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-27230726896222226102016-05-08T23:15:42.383-04:002016-05-08T23:15:42.383-04:00I remembered this morning that it had been a full ...I remembered this morning that it had been a full year. And wondered about you, thought you might write again today, and here you are. So sorry for the loss of your dad. Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-52049145566299499382016-05-02T14:03:02.236-04:002016-05-02T14:03:02.236-04:00Thinking of you and hoping you and Daisy are well....Thinking of you and hoping you and Daisy are well.Anne M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08824355734094187786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-21708776548200481392016-02-26T08:56:40.473-05:002016-02-26T08:56:40.473-05:00Beautiful Letter...Beautiful Letter...FR Conversionshttp://frconversions.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-68828709505507485902016-01-13T23:58:52.572-05:002016-01-13T23:58:52.572-05:00Ahhh, Montana. I have a few but choice memories of...Ahhh, Montana. I have a few but choice memories of driving from Provo to Medicine Hat, Alberta, taking a college girl I knew back to her father's farm. I had a '56 Chevy, and it broke down sometime after midnight in the rain, somewhere near the border. A black night on a mountain road.<br /><br />My friend Mark Stabler -- both Djs -- traveled through in August of 1972, scoping out the possibility of moving north if we decided to drop out of school (or graduate) and got drafted to go to Vietnam. We were in a precarious state. My draft number was 6, Mark's was 12. <br /><br />We had Sweet Baby James playing on the 9-track. <br /><br />Mark was smitten with a girl from Columbia Falls, so we stopped there one morning on our way north, heading for Calgary as a possible landing point if our asses got owned by the Army. Her name was Debbie (I think), and Mark had met her while doing a touring production of some play in Ricks, Idaho during the spring semester and couldn't get his mind off her.<br /><br />She was a very sweet girl. Very beautiful. I ran into her on campus when fall semester rolled around. We dated briefly but she was terribly beautiful and terribly shy. Plus Mark hated my guts for going out with her.<br /><br />Funny story, some friends of mine -- musicians -- used to get free meals by telling girls that for a spaghetti dinner, they're write a song about them and sing it for them afterwards. They did this quite a few times, but there was one girl that they kept seeing over and over again. Her name was Naomi, so they retired from the spaghetti racket, but kept the song in their live act: "Naomi Won't You Tell Me How to Win Your Love.'<br /><br />Whenever they introduced the song, they would tell the story about the spaghetti dinners, and how they kept coming back to hang out with Naomi. they felt bad because they used the same tune for every dinner, and they'd kind of become pals with her. So one night, they confessed,<br /><br />"We didn't really write that song about you," they told her.<br /><br />She said, "Oh, that's okay. My name's not really Naomi..."<br /><br />So one day, a few years after Mark and I had traveled through Montana on our way to possible draft-dodger status. I'm hanging out on campus with my musician pal Dennis, and we both see a girl we knew, who's now married and very pregnant. And we both go over to say hello to her. <br /><br />We had a nice, but brief conversation; but she and her husband had to get to church. Then as she walked away, Dennis asked, "How do you know Debby?" <br /><br />I told him, then asked him how HE knew her. <br /><br />He said, "That's Naomi!"<br /><br />Anyway, bless you Frances, wherever you are. But Kalispell's a nice place to be (in lieu of Brooklyn Heights, of course). <br /><br />Maybe you'll run into my old pal David Letterman and his dogs...<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka4qvXvePQ0Lee Charles Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15859112874574974226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-7264039104394087182015-12-13T02:14:50.589-05:002015-12-13T02:14:50.589-05:00I just found you at my local book store and went t...I just found you at my local book store and went to seek you out on social media. It's like you are telling my own story, down to the regaining of the weight. Oh the shame!!! No one could understand unless they've been there. I duck people who knew me as skinnier(for god knows I was never small) for fear of the judgement that surely follows. Keep your head up and thank you for telling our stories. Thank you for being our voice! -Jenny Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06529030719773385953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-87152174286421318192015-11-08T07:55:05.963-05:002015-11-08T07:55:05.963-05:00beautiful letter :)beautiful letter :)rental mobil bogorhttp://goo.gl/m8ETUDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-20172870008871829312015-09-28T10:27:43.092-04:002015-09-28T10:27:43.092-04:00I have been wondering how you are doing? I have been wondering how you are doing? Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.com