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A Woman’s Secret for Confident Living

admin — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 16:17:45 +0000

Check out this awesome interview with Karol Ladd:

Who are you really…beneath the surface?

Really take a minutes to honestly answer that question.

If everything in your life was peeled away, what kind of person would be left standing? Would you still have confidence in your own abilities? All too often we define ourselves by money, a nice home, cars, beautiful things or how we look. Struggles with insecurity and self-confidence are now daily battles. What is shown on TV only adds to the increasing fire of women never feeling they are “enough” because they fail to recognize that their true identity is found in a much deeper source. Karol Ladd, author and speaker, believes that it is only when women truly understand their purpose and walk with a God-confidence, will they become what they were always created to be.

ith biblical wisdom and an inspiring belief in God’s purpose for each woman, bestselling author Karol Ladd helps readers transform the way they see themselves and how they live out their lives as they discover their value and confidence in God.

Based on the book of Colossians, Karol reveals an exciting path of confident living through God’s love and grace. With this vital perspective shift, a woman will:

Transform her thinking through powerful prayers
Cultivate potential by exploring the dreams God gives to her
Step forward with a strong sense of identity in Christ
Deepen relationships and communication with others and with God
Shine with joy and assurance of what she brings to the world

Lasting beauty radiates from the woman whose life is enriched by the unfading love of Christ. Stop yourself from becoming a prisoner of this world, and allow yourself to live with purpose and confidence as you discover A Woman’s Secret to Confident Living.

Karol Ladd is a gifted Bible teacher and a bestselling author. Her more than 20 releases include A Woman’s Passionate Pursuit of God (book and DVD) and The Power of a Positive Woman. She is a frequent guest on radio and television and regularly posts positive messages and videos on her website: www.KarolLadd.com.

Chosen

admin — Mon, 03 May 2010 15:00:25 +0000

Ginger Garrett’s retelling of this classic story gives new perspective to one of Scripture’s most beloved figures.

I’ve always loved Ginger Garrett, she breathes life into history for people like me who think history is dead boring. Ginger is an awesome author and woman of God.

Listen to our interview…

Do you love Ginger Garrett too? You can have a chance of winning a FREE copy of her latest book Chosen by simply posting a comment below!

Based on the historical account of Queen Esther of Persia, Chosen, by Ginger Garrett, is a contemporary account of this beloved and ancient story. Uniquely written in first-person diary format, renderings of Esther’s thoughts and experiences are interspersed with current-time news excerpts, which show how Esther’s tale is woven into our own lives.

Chosen tells the story of Queen Esther, the young woman with the future of her nation in her hands. Wrenched from a simple life for her beauty, Esther finds herself at the mercy of King Xerxes. Leaving behind her only relative, her cousin Mordecai, and her first true love, Cyrus, she is thrown headlong into the unrestrained extravagance of palace living. Quick of mind and strong in spirit, she refuses to suffer the fate of her harem sisters and boldly challenges Xerxes to give of his heart before taking his pleasure, thus sealing her place beside him as queen. While conspiracy spins its diabolical web, Esther’s mind and spirit waver, and she is forced to confront the past in order to save her future—and that of an entire nation.

Chosen by Ginger Garrett

David C Cook/April 2010/ISBN: 978-1-4347-6801-8/304 pages/softcover/$14.99

www.davidccook.com www.gingergarrett.com

The Blue Umbrella

admin — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:33:57 +0000

I had a delightful interview with the author of The Blue Umbrella, Mike Mason! He is a non-fiction writer however he decided to try his hand at fiction and I must say, I’m glad he did! Mike has always wanted to write fiction and after nearly three decades of writing and publishing non-fiction, his novel The Blue Umbrella has flown in and carried its readers away with characters you’ll fall in love with and a story line that will having you floating in the clouds of fantasy.

If you love fantasy, you’ll want to post a comment to be entered for a chance to win a free copy of The Blue Umbrella!

To learn more about Mike Mason visit www.MikeMasonBooks.com.

Listen to our interview…

“You asked me the other day about my umbrella,” said Sky. ” About why I always carry it. I gave you a partial answer. I think it’s time to answer you fully.”

Plucking his umbrella from its stand and making for the door, Sky motioned Zac to follow. To the boy’s surprise he headed up the stairs, the ones leading to the very place that had to come to hold so much mystery for Zac. It all came rushing back to him–the strange lights he’d seen up there, the talk of haunting, the unknown footsteps and the shock they’d given him. Following Sky up the narrow staircase, Zac felt a mixture of excitement and dread. Whatever was up there, would he now learn the secret.

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Community Chaplains of America

admin — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 01:30:10 +0000

Q&A with Mark Cress, Founder and President of Community Chaplains of America

Q: Why do you think chaplains are able to win so many people to Christ?

A: According to some of the research we’ve done, most adults who come to Christ (80%) do so during a time of crisis. When those times of crisis come, many people don’t have a relationship with a clergy member. They may not want to go to a church, but they still need to talk to somebody. A chaplain has the opportunity to be present with someone during that crisis, to be a listening ear and a support system, and to gain permission to talk with them about Christ.

Q: Where and how are Community Chaplains already serving?

A: Several hundred people have completed the Community Chaplains training. There are commissioned chaplains now serving in 35 states and a variety of settings. We have one chaplain in Atlanta, Georgia, who is serving a local swim team. A church in Raleigh, North Carolina, has a strong chaplain program and encourages its leaders to take advantage of our continuing education services. We also have a college professor who will soon be the first official chaplain for her university. The possibilities are limited only by your imagination. One of our Corporate Chaplains of America clients who owns a storage facility has requested someone to whom he can refer his clients, since people often rent storage space during times of personal upheaval. These are just a few examples of places where chaplains can—and do—serve.

Q: Describe the process of becoming a Community Chaplain.

A: The process is simple, and you can get started today! Community Chaplains training is available online at www.commchap.com. If you prefer, the materials are also available in hard copy form and can be mailed to you. Our training materials will prepare you to minister to people in crisis and approach every encounter as an opportunity to intentionally show God’s love and share the Good News of Jesus Christ. Once you have worked through the materials and received the approval of your pastor, you’re ready to start serving as a commissioned Community Chaplain.

Q: I would like to introduce the principles of caregiving as a church elective or discipleship course. Does Community Chaplains offer any materials for group study?

A: Absolutely. We offer a Community Chaplain group study kit with enough materials to facilitate a ten member small group class. This course offers an overview of caregiving ministry (less intense than the course designed for commissioned chaplains) and is a great way for churches to extend their reach within their communities.

Q: Who should explore the possibility of becoming a Community Chaplain?

A: Anyone who wants to minister to others, who wants to take advantage of their everyday interactions with people as opportunities to build relationships that allow you to be granted permission to share the gospel should train to become a chaplain. If you are already volunteering in your community in some way (i.e. room parent, coach, hospital volunteer, etc), you are perfectly positioned to transform that volunteer role into your ministry role. Our training materials were written by experienced Corporate Chaplains of America, and they contain everything you need to become a qualified Community Chaplain. No special background is necessary. If you want to be salt and light to a lost and dying world, this is the program for you.

For Better For Worse For Keeps

admin — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:18:22 +0000

Today we have a special treat for the online listeners. Out guest is a PK (pastor’s kid), PW (pastor’s wife), mother of six, a teacher (she homeschools), and a comedian. She wears many different hats, including that of a speaker and author. Whew! Lastly, I’d like to add that above all these things she is a child of God. She has taken the time out of her BUSY schedule to share and enlighten us. The person whom I am referring to is none other than Cheryl Moeller. Listen in as we get to find out more about her!

To learn more about what’s happening with Cheryl visit her blog Mom Laughs.

The Time for Bed Angel

admin — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 22:10:54 +0000

Children’s author Ronica Stromberg joins us for an interview today. Her book is just the perfect little snuggle up story for your little one. Listen in as she shares with us a little more about herself.

It Happened In Church

admin — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 21:03:14 +0000

I had the privilege of interviewing Patti S. Webster this morning. She’s funny, down to earth, funny, caring…did I mention FUNNY! Get ready to laugh ladies and gentlemen because not only are the stories in this book hilarious but they are also true – which makes it that much more comical.

As you listen in to the interview you’ll find out that there is so much more to Webster than just jokes and laughs. Find out how she gives back to others, in more ways than one.

Out of Her Hands

admin — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 14:44:52 +0000

Hey everyone! Books A Latte was able to snag a second interview with Megan DiMaria. Her second novel is the continuing story of Serching for Spice, and in this sequel Linda Revere is losing control.

Listen in as we chit-chat about adult children, in which Megan was able to provide me with some great advice since I have yet to cross that bridge. ; )

DragonLight

admin — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 03:22:06 +0000

Today’s guest author is none other than fantasy writer Donita K. Paul. DragonLight is the breathtaking conclusion to the DragonKeeper Chronicles which includes DragonSpell, DragonQuest, DragonKnight, and DragonFire. Donita is also a retired teacher who continues to enjoy children by mentoring to writers of all ages. Listen as she shares some heartfelt stories of some memorable children and life as a Christian fantasy author.

Blessed Are The Meddlers

admin — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 16:45:40 +0000

Today’s guest is one of my favorite authors, Christa Banister author of Around the World in 80 Dates and newly released Blessed Are the Meddlers. Listen in as we learn more about her, her writing career, and what’s next for her.

Have you had a chance to read Around the World in 80 Dates or Blessed Are the Meddlers? If not, why not try before you buy… The first chapters are available, just click on the “Read the rest of this entry” link below.

Around the World in 80 Dates:

Chapter 1: In Serious Need of Therapy

“My darling girl, when are you going to learn that ‘normal’ is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.”—Aunt Frances (Stockard Channing) in Practical Magic, 1998

When Daniel told me he was “in between jobs,” I believed him.

And when Michael told me that I was the only girl for him, I believed him too. Well,until I found out he was also dating Jenn, Allison, and Jordyn. Then there was Taylor, who was more in love with his own reflection and his favorite Diesel jeans than he could ever be with me. And Tyler, who didn’t have much

And even as difficult as that would be to do in front of complete strangers, it would be strangely comforting to know you’re not alone. Now if you knew me well, which you will very soon, you’d understand the serial dating route wasn’t exactly the plan I’d envisioned. And since we’re in the process of becoming such good friends, I’ll go the full disclosure route and tell you that I once devised what I thought was a pretty amazing future for myself. Unlike the majority of my Christian college friends, I decided I could forgo the husband for the first couple of years after graduation. Instead, I’d date casually, concentrate on my career, get more involved in church and pay off that pesky student loan. And since I was being so responsible, maybe I’d save up for a down payment on a renovated downtown loft. Andmaybe the latest Prada bag. Or a trendy Fendi clutch, depending on my mood.

Of course, after all that was accomplished, and I’d traveled to some of Europe’s best sights, I’d consider settling down and getting married. Now of course, there’s nothing wrong with having goals. But mine were a bit presumptuous, even if I didn’t believe it at the time.

And like most man-made plans (or in this case, woman-made!), things didn’t exactly go the way I hoped. Quite the opposite, actually. Even if I’d wanted to get married right after graduation, I probably wouldn’t have had time. After all, I barely had time to sleep. See, it took me a little longer than I’d scheduled to land a respectable job in journalism, and I was forced to work three not-so-glamorous ones to make ends meet. So when I wasn’t sporting a hideous green smock while working the late shift at Walgreens or answering phones and copy-editing at an upstart music magazine, I was trolling the temp agency circuit to see if I could pick up a gig or two to supplement my less-than-stellar income.

So as you can probably guess, I didn’t spring for the loft, a designer purse, or a trip to Paris. But somehow, each month, God provided enough funds to pay the rent and stock up on Lean Cuisines, luxuries I learned to appreciate in a hurry. Three years later, even though I’ve managed to pay off the majority of my student loan, drive a responsible, fuel-efficient Toyota Prius instead of the Lexus SUV I really wanted, and proudly own my first condo in the warehouse district of downtown Minneapolis, I can’t seem to break the casual-dating cycle I once thought was perfect. It’s just date after date without any hope of a future. And frankly, I’m beginning to think that prearranged marriages aren’t such a bad idea. Seriously.

My mom even suggested as much when she drove over from Wisconsin (she still lives in the same house that I grew up in) one Friday afternoon recently. “You know, there was a time when relationships weren’t so complicated, Syd,” she’d said as we browsed around the juniors department at Macy’s in search of a birthday gift for my sister, Samantha, who was about to

celebrate her twenty-first birthday. “Before you were born, I could’ve just arranged for you to

marry—oh I don’t know, Jeff Carson, and that would’ve been—”

“What? You mean the Jeff Carson who hated me so much that he threw rocks at me so I’d fall off my bike?”

“Maybe that was his way of showing he cared, ” she’d said with a laugh as she held up a pale pink cardigan. “Think she’d like this?”

“Yeah, I think that color would look really nice on her,” I said. “Too bad I can’t find a man as easy as we can find the right sweater for Samantha.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have to be if you just weren’t so—”

“Weren’t so what, Mom? Picky?”

“To be honest, honey, you are a little picky,” she said. “I mean, it’s important to have standards, but I think yours are a little out of whack sometimes. It’s like you think Prince Charming is the only option.”

“So what sounds good for lunch?” I asked. My mom and I didn’t see each other that often, so an argument didn’t really seem worth the trouble.

OK, before you assume that I’m just another whiny drama queen who likes to complain about men, that’s not my modus operandi. But have you ever noticed how men are truly puzzling creatures? Just when you think you almost have them figured out, they sprout a new anomaly you never knew existed.

Take my most recent boyfriend Daniel, for example.

Everything started off perfectly. OK, maybe not perfectly, but work with me here. I was visiting a friend in Chicago right before Christmas when I met him. I desperately needed a break

from the excess of deadlines I had at Get Away, the monthly travel magazine I’ve worked at since I officially turned in my smock at Walgreens. So I decided to do just that—get away—and

Chicago is always a great escape. Even if it’s just for the shopping on Michigan Avenue, a casual lunch in Greek Town, the unbelievable deep-dish pizza at Gino’s East, or a Cubs game at

Wrigley Field, you can always count on having a good time in Chi-town.

And my good friend, Drew (he’s a writer too), insisted on nothing less whenever I was in town. With him, it’s go, go, go. After we hit about fifteen thrift shops (his favorite places to pick

up odd eighties memorabilia that I still can’t figure out why he collects) in the course of five hours, I was exhausted. My feet hurt, and I really needed some Starbucks. And after I sighed for

probably the fifteenth time in fifteen minutes, Drew decided we’d had enough thrift shop therapy,and we made our way back to his house.

“There’s someone you have to meet,” Drew said as he put away the Bananarama,Bangles, and Pat Benatar records (yes, records) he’d bought. “His name is Daniel. I met him at this battle of the bands thing I was judging the other night for the Trib, and I think you’ll have lots to talk about. He plays guitar. You know, trying to do the band thing.”

That should’ve been my first clue that things weren’t going to work out. Even though there’s something unbelievably attractive about a man who plays guitar and sings (and I have plenty of experience with that), there’s usually a whole slew of problems and psychoses that go right along with it. And most times the guy’s desire to land that elusive record deal interfered

with all reason and responsibility. That description fit Daniel perfectly, although I didn’t realize it at the time.

I ended up meeting Daniel later that evening just as Drew promised, and we did have a lot to talk about. We chatted about movies we liked. Music. Our faith, and how we arrived at believing what we did. It was all pretty surface-level conversation, but there wasn’t a lull. And before I’d had a chance to analyze things too much, he asked me to dinner. As I debated whether or not to go, I glanced over at Drew who had the biggest grin on his face. Clearly, his mission was accomplished.

The next night, Daniel and I headed downtown to his favorite Italian bistro. After a basket of bread drowning in olive oil and asiago cheese, a bowl of pasta, and two forks for tiramisu, things were going fine. Nicely, even. I could tell that Daniel enjoyed himself, too, as he asked a lot of questions and listened intently whenever I spoke.

Basically, we chatted about nearly every subject two people could talk about. He has a huge, loud Italian family, while mine’s relatively small, since my dad passed away when I was a freshman in high school,leaving just my mom, my sister, and me. He likes to read historical fiction, I prefer the classics,chick-lit, and my guiltiest of all guilty pleasures: US Weekly magazine. Shhh, don’t tell anyone but I’ve always been fascinated by how they make the biggest deal about the most trivial matters,like where Paris Hilton went clubbing and got in a fight with her “rival” Lindsay Lohan (but wait—are they friends this week?) or how Renee Zellweger is “just like us” because she doesn’t wear makeup when she takes out her trash. It’s fluffy reading, for sure, but I’ve bought one almost every week for years—for its sheer entertainment value.

But what really seemed to be on Daniel’s mind more than reading was his band, Mission Space, and his plans for making it big commercially while maintaining his indie artist credibility.

Thank goodness I’ve worked as a music critic, otherwise the debate on whether to get signed or stay a little more underground would have seemed a little esoteric.

“Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind having a few mil in the bank and touring with someone like U2,” Daniel said. “But I have to stick to my principles. That’s why I’m not sure if a

record label is right for Mission Space. They’d want to make us a Top Forty pop act, and I hate writing pop hooks with a passion.”

“What’s wrong with a good pop song?” I asked. “They make people happy.”

“Well, that’s the trouble,” he said. “I’m not happy enough myself to make other people happy.”

This, too, might have been a clue that Daniel wasn’t exactly relationship-ready—if I’d been paying better attention to what he saying and less to his quirky sense of humor and cute smile.

As we left the restaurant a couple of hours later, it couldn’t have been more beautiful outside. There was a light snow falling and the twinkle of Christmas lights in the distance.Couples walked by arm in arm as they glanced in the decorated store windows. And as I watched them hug, laugh, and hold hands, I felt that familiar pang of how much I wanted a love to call my own, especially during a time of year when you’re very aware of your singleness. I longed to share this incredible Chicago moment with someone, and Daniel just happened to be there. As we made our way to Starbucks for gingerbread lattes to warm us up, he seemed to have read my mind and grabbed my hand.

After a couple more hours of sipping coffee and telling stories, Daniel drove me back to Drew’s place. As he turned off the key, I got the nervous, slightly nauseous feeling in the pit of

my stomach that I always get as a date comes to a close. Just for the record, I’ve never particularly enjoyed the end of a date (unless the night was truly rotten, and I’m finally free of

my suffering). You’re never quite sure of what will happen or how you’ll say good-bye. And for me, a slight control freak, the unknown is a scary, scary thing.

In fact, as Daniel thanked me for a fun evening, I was having a flashback. Last summer I’d gone on a blind date, and after a relatively fun day of hanging out in parks and coffee shops,

my date leaned in to say good-bye. While I’m still not sure why, I got so nervous (and not the good kind of nervous, just to clarify) that I said, “It was really nice to meet you, take care”—and I opened the car door at record speed and bolted to the front door faster than I’d make my way through a mall to a shoe sale. In fact, it was such an awful good-bye that Samantha still teases me about it. “It’s like Hugh Grant’s ‘surreal but nice’ comment to Julia Roberts in Notting Hill,” she said at the time. “I can’t believe you told him to ‘take care.’ Who says ‘take care’ anymore? You’re never going to hear from him again.” And she was right: I didn’t. But I was actually sort of relieved, because when it came right down to it, I hadn’t really felt any sparks. And how does one recover from a scenario like that anyway? It wasn’t one of my more shining dating moments,

to say the least.

Anyway, I didn’t tell Daniel that it was nice to meet him. Or to take care. In fact, before I could say anything at all, he pushed my hair away from my face and kissed me. And so began our

relationship . . . just like that.

Blessed Are the Meddlers:

Chapter 1: Paging Mr. Knightley

It’s like that book I read in the 9th grade that said “’tis a far

better thing doing stuff for other people.”

— Cher Horowitz (Alicia Silverstone) in Clueless, 1995

People tell me I’m a modern-day Emma.

Of course, I’ve never worn a corset (thank goodness) or particularly cared for taking tea with those cute little cucumber

sandwiches. I’m actually more like the Emma that Alicia

Silverstone played in Clueless: a relatively well-dressed, modern

girl with a sunny disposition and a weakness for wanting to help

make people happy — especially in love.

Now that I am happily hitched, I take it as my solemn duty

to make sure all my girlfriends are paired up too. After all, when I was hopelessly single, there were times when I could’ve used a major relationship intervention. So that’s where I come in. I’m like eHarmony without the pesky questionnaire and quarterly payments. Or that persistent aunt who’s always trying to fix you up with, oh, her tennis instructor. And unlike either of the aforementioned, I offer the personal insight of a trusted friend.

Who can argue with that?

My most recent adventures in matchmaking started a couple

of months after I married the love of my life, Gavin, and officially became Mrs. Sydney Williams (née Alexander). I was sipping strawberry shortcake smoothies with my friend Jane after our weekly Pilates class. New to the Twin Cities after accepting a job as an on-air reporter at KARE-11, Jane and I had bonded

immediately. Not only do we both work in journalism (I’m a

full-time freelance writer and aspiring novelist), but we also

attend the same church and share a mutual dislike for Pilates,

despite its obvious benefits.

On the surface, Jane is one of those enviable women who

seems to have everything going for her. She has flawless skin that glows without a single drop of Clinique, and her silky blonde hair is cut in an effortlessly chic, Victoria Beckham (aka Posh Spice) bob. Her workout clothes are even impeccably selected, black-and-white Juicy Couture sweats with robin’s egg blue accents that bring out the unusual color of her eyes. Despite her exquisite taste in, well, just about everything, Jane hasn’t been as lucky in love. And with my past experience of having gone on every bad date imaginable before meeting Gavin — unfortunate stories to which Jane could relate all too well — I desperately wanted to help. So after her initial uneasiness about yet another blind date, I set her up with Weston, the lone single guy in my hubby’s touring band.

From what I could tell, Weston seemed normal enough.Sure, he only owned three T-shirts that he wore in a predictable

rotation (the Police reunion tour shirt always came first, then

his vintage Led Zeppelin, followed by a fading, slightly torn

Foo Fighters tank top circa 1997). Another red flag was the

winsome flakiness that often goes hand in hand with his choice

of occupation. But what Weston did have going for him was

a great deal of charm, a killer smile, and enviable chops as

a drummer. In fact, Gavin says he’s one of the best that he’s

ever worked with — and trust me, Gavin is particular about

his drummers, very particular. Unfortunately Weston wasn’t

nearly as adept at keeping time with his own life. He was always

running at least twenty minutes late. But as far as truly heinous

flaws go (i.e., the crucial deal breakers that Jane and I agreed

upon, including long stretches of unemployment, bad manners,

extreme commitment phobia, issues with cleanliness, severe

Mommy attachment, or a surplus of chest hair), Weston was in

the clear. Or so we thought.

“At first everything was going reasonably well,” Jane said as

we settled in at Jamba Juice the morning after her disastrous

date. “He was twenty minutes late and wearing the Led Zeppelin

T-shirt just like you predicted, but I planned for that. What I

didn’t plan for was when he asked if I’d like to see his feet. He

kept insisting they were really, really cute.”

“What? He wanted to show you his feet?” I asked, feeling

slightly nauseated. Feet aren’t exactly my favorite body

feature — especially guys’ feet, which tend to be far more

unkempt. In my opinion, a good pedicure could benefit anyone,

especially a nonmetrosexual male.

“We were eating guac and chips. I nearly lost my appetite,”

Jane said. “I said no at least three times, and he took off his socks and shoes anyway — right there in the restaurant! Apparently he’s rather proud of his hairy hobbit feet.”

“Ewww,” I said. “That’s disgusting.”

“You’re telling me,” Jane said with the dramatic tone she

typically uses in her news clips. “It only went downhill from

there. He started talking about his pets.”

“Really?” I asked curiously. “But I thought you loved

animals.”

“Well, I do,” Jane began. “But apparently not the way Weston

does. He has five dogs and three cats, and they all sleep in the

same bed as him.”

“Gross!” I said, wondering how in the world Gavin hadn’t

picked up on Weston’s peculiar lifestyle. I mean, it’s great that

Weston is responsible enough to take care of eight pets and play

the occasional out-of-town show. But he’s definitely headed

toward wacko zookeeper territory, not exactly an aphrodisiac.

“Yeah, and he told me precisely where each animal sleeps.

Boo Boo, his calico cat, sleeps right by his head just like a

human. His golden retriever, Pesto, lies next to Rosemary, his

cocker spaniel, at the foot of his bed. And Nacho — ”

“Nacho?” I asked quizzically.

“Yeah, Nacho, is another one of his dogs,” she said matter of-

factly. “Bottom line: I can’t deal with that many pets.”

“So did the night get any better?” I asked sympathetically. I

mean, how much worse could it get?

“A little. But only because I told him I needed to head home

and feed my fish,” Jane added with her trademark cackle. For the

record: Jane’s laugh is an interesting cross between Chandler’s

ex, Janice, from Friends and Cameron Diaz’s California girl

giggle that can be heard in any number of her movies. It’s loud

and distinct, but somehow Jane manages to make it endearing.

“Oooooh, that’s cold!” I replied. “Guess you won’t be seeing

him again.”

“Well, he still asked for my number,” Jane said. “Can you

believe that? He didn’t sense that things weren’t going well.”

“That’s unfortunate.” I sighed. “Well, at least we can cross

Weston off your list of potential boyfriends.”

“Yeah.” She sighed back. “Who else can you set me up with,

Syd?”

And that’s the funny thing about matchmaking. No matter how

terrible a job I’ve done in the past, my friends (and even a few of my clients) just keep coming back for more. It’s practically my second job, even though my success rate is highly suspect, probably in the neighborhood of, oh, one for forty. It’s a good thing I’m not matchmaking on commission or I’d be poor — really poor.

Just when I thought I’d be taking an extended break from

setting up my girlfriends with their most recent Mr. Wrong,

one of them would quickly remind me of my greatest success as

Cupid: the day I introduced my friend Rain to Stinky Nate, who

is now her husband.

At first blush, it probably seems a little rude to call someone,

let alone a friend, Stinky Nate. But Nate, a barista at my favorite downtown Minneapolis coffee shop, Moose & Sadie’s, is stinky and couldn’t care less. Much like Matthew McConaughey, he

prefers the au naturel approach to personal hygiene. Basically,

Nate’s the guy who’d make any environmental activist’s attempts

to go green seem paltry in comparison. Nate showers only on

special occasions (thank goodness he did on his wedding day, one

of his few nonstinky moments) and doesn’t wear cologne — or

even deodorant for that matter. Inspired by the way cats, his

calico in particular, clean up by licking themselves, he’s been in constant pursuit of a more feline-like way to keep himself fresh.

He hasn’t succeeded, though, which makes him smell less than

desirable. Especially in the sweat-soaked summer months, which

were rapidly approaching.

But I knew Rain, a strict vegetarian who sews her own smock

tops and only wears jewelry woven from hemp, would find someone

like Stinky Nate simply irresistible. Of course, Rain maintained

she wasn’t looking for love. Whenever I’d suggest a setup, she’d

remind me that she was a feminist who was more than happy to

spend the majority of her free time in the company of her two

favorite musicians, Billy Joel and Helen “I Am Woman” Reddy.

She needed a man like a fish needs a bicycle, she said.

So I did it the old-fashioned way: I slyly introduced them

when Rain and I met at Moose & Sadie’s for breakfast before

church one Sunday morning.

I’m pretty sure it was love at first sight, even though I’m not

naturally inclined to believe in that sort of thing. Nonetheless,

Rain and Nate totally hit it off and went out two days later (so

much for swearing off men, huh?). And from the first wheat germ

smoothie, their chemistry was palpable. Nate proposed a couple

of years later (with an engagement ring made from hemp, natch),

even though Rain had vowed she’d never marry.

Now that the stinky/hippie couple is married — and happily

so — I’ll admit that I can’t help but feel pleased whenever I see

them together. Same goes for my best friend, Kristin, and her

current beau, Justin. Even though I went out with Justin first (and trust me, it’s far less complicated in hindsight than it sounds), I encouraged Kristin to be patient with Justin when he was having trouble making up his mind early on, and it’s paid off big-time. They’re not only sublimely happy, but they’re talking about getting engaged soon. Thinking about Kristin getting engaged makes me think of how much I miss her. Ever since she accepted a teaching job in Duluth, which is a little more than two hours away, I hardly ever see her, save for the occasional weekend visit.

Despite my successes and the ever-growing number of singles

in my social circle, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m destined for the soul mate–finding business, no matter how many of my girlfriends try to convince me that it’s my gift. But in the name of love, I’ll always give it my best shot.