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April 23, 2013
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But how can I be tame when I am thrust into such an atmosphere? 

I have only one thing to say:

 

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April 21, 2013
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That sounds delicious!

If Spring would come I wouldn't be forced to sit here and email sell sheets to hundreds of newspapers around the country. 

I won't complain about the weather because that's about as interesting as listening to someone list their health problems. But I WILL say this:

If I lived in Hawaii, there'd be no Zeichen Press.

See, I can always find the blessing in disguise.

Oh fine, here's a new card — inspired by the endless Winter:

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April 17, 2013
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The woman gazes through her window. A window covered in dog-drool, a window with a view of only one season: Winter. She stares, slack-jawed, at the slow parade of life.


There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call the Twilight Zone.

SERIOUSLY?!?

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December 31, 2012
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**Spoiler Alert** Zeichen Press triumphed over Twenty-Twelve.

At times, the year was a nail-biter: will 2012 take it's boot off of Zeichen Press's face?... Will 2012 stop hitting Zeichen Press with a folding chair?... Yes and YES.

And as Zeichen Press says adieu to this Year Of Pestilence, Zeichen Press welcomes Twenty-Thirteen — welcomes it the way a mother welcomes the news of another pregnancy. The gift of amnesia is powerful and we are grateful for it. 

I'm wrapping up the year, as usual, in Brainerd, Minnesota. The temperature is hovering around a balmy 0° and as the supplies dwindle to beer and bacon, we are considering sending the children to town for chocolate and dvd's. And medical marijuana.

Stay tuned...

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December 17, 2012
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The Christmas Tree lot shack doubled as a meth-lab and while I admire ingenuity and entrepreneurship, I like my Holiday Traditions to be more "cozy-by-the-fire" and less "mix-up-a-batch-in-the-tub."

BUT THAT'S JUST ME.

The "lot" contained exactly eight trees but due to a Christmas Miracle, we found the perfect tree!

We only had to retie the tree back onto the car once. To be fair, cooking meth doesn't really prepare a person for handling Christmas Trees.

My Jewish friends don't have these stories and this saddens me, so I made them a card:

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December 11, 2012
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The No-Coast Craft-O-Rama was a success!

I think it might be because Jen and I were wearing our new uniforms. 

It's hard to know — but marketing is SO important these days and we really do our best to be, as the kids say, cutting edge.

After the show, we packed our uniforms in bubble-wrap, sat by a roaring fire, and watched the snow fall. 

And fall.

And fall.

That inspired a Chanukah card!

This goes out to my Jewish brothers and sisters:


 

 

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December 6, 2012
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And like the Canadian Goose, she stayed. She stayed and embraced the cold, using her derriére to warm the waters of her pond.

And by derriére, I mean "bottom" and by waters of her pond, I mean "the Midtown Market."

What?!

It's time for the No-Coast Craft-o-Rama! TOMORROW (Friday, December 7 AND Saturday, December 8)!!

Here's what I've done to get ready:

That's a full cord of wood that I ordered.

AND I made this card:

Jen did everything else.

See you tomorrow!

xo,

Fran

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November 28, 2012
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Secured to her bonnet with picture wire, butcher's twine, and Christmas Spirit (egg-nog). That spruce-top sat atop her head for the entire season of Advent.

She knew that it offset her dour expression — an expression she couldn't redesign. Oh, but the tiny tree brought delight to all she passed!

For those blissful weeks, nobody seemed to notice her stern glower, her face — twisted into the judgmental scowl went unnoticed. She imagined wearing other elaborate fancies on her head — but for now, this would do: