Total Pageviews

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Memorials Day...

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
 "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael

I do not know the heart wrenching pain that the fallen leaves with their loved ones. I can not comprehend their anguish.

I do not know the courage of the men and women who lay their life down for their country. I can not comprehend their strength.

All I know for certain is my feelings. I am grateful to the people who made the greatest sacrifice for our safety. I am sorry for the loss of the families they leave behind.

I watched the news clip of Vice President Biden as he spoke to the families and friends of military personnel killed in action with tears in my eyes. And as I run around shopping for groceries, cooking for my family and doing a host of other things, I want you all to know that I realize the true meaning of Memorials Day.


Until Next Time


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Fairy Tales

The stories that are near and dear to my heart always feature a princess (or some equivalent). A woman that is beautiful and kind, gifted and intelligent, a lady... flawed but true.

The men...

They are knights in shining armor, always strong, ever the protector. The men of my books are strong and very kind towards women and they love with their whole hearts!

I've never ever come across this in my real life. I don't know why so don't looki for answers this a way :-)

I started this blog a couple of days ago. I was in a sad place... pushing myself way to hard, and beating myself up really really bad. I still have low moments, but I recognize them instantly and start to fight them... This time I decided to crawl back in bed with a good book and enjoy the peace of a beautiful day. I chose "Stone Flower Garden" by one of my favorite authors Deborah Smith.

She had me captivated from the very first line and I smiled, snuggled into my covers, and escaped into the world of Burnt Stand.

I was half way through the book when I realized I was crying. Ol Deborah has a wicked way with words. I was transfixed by the nobility of the character Eli, a poor hillbilly kid from North Carolina who was a wiz with numbers and the finest gentleman with a southern drawl. I put the book down and thought about the men in my past. There wasn't a protector in the bunch. This made me sadder still. I got up out of bed put on my pjs and made a pot of coffee. My son watched me warily as I walked around the house. I was silent and I'm usually loud as hell, and that made him nervous. I went to his room to assure him that I was a lil moody but otherwise okay. I teased him until he believed me.

Back to the Stone Garden in Burnt Stand...

Steaming cup of coffee in hand I climbed back in bed and back into my book. The love that Eli had for Darl was breathtaking. I was charmed by there stormy romance and glued to the pages. I got a txt from I guy I was recently dating... It made me smile. I told him I was having a bad day and he offered to take me out for a drink...

I was tempted to go...


We're not right for each other. I wasn't going to let a sad moment influence bad decisions. I want to be swept off my feet like Darl was by Eli. I've settled in the past and ... it never worked out. If a man does not have honor, pride, intelligence, and a burning desire to be with me, I don't want him. Point Blank Period!

I loved that day. It was beautifully sad and peaceful. I finished the book, ate a sandwich, watched a movie, and went to bed. The next day I opened my stand and worked for my client. Today I'm walking and opening the stand.

Who needs a Fairy Tale when you have a GOOD LIFE :-)

Until Next Time


Monday, May 14, 2012

Fuck out of here...

That's my new motto. I ain't stuntin negativity and I threw the invitation to your pity party in the trash.

Life is HARD for Us ALL...

I've found my success hidden behind my excuses and my feelings. I use to have a why me attitude, now I gotta Why the fuck not me swag. I can have anything I put my mind to, and you can too. Everything that is blocking your way was once in my path as well. Get over it!!!

I don't want a life of squalor. I did the poverty thing... It doesn't suit me... so I wake up and work as hard as I possibly can. I write until my eyes are stinging and my wrist hurt. I push on, because I know where I came from and am determined not to go back there.

Writing a book, a good book is not easy. Shit's harder than a young boy at his first peep show, but it's rewarding. When someone stops me in the street just to tell me how much they enjoy my work, I am overjoyed.

This blog is a mini rant  about the haters who reside in all of us. The little voices that tell us we can't do it. It's too hard. We're not worthy... I say to that voice....

Fuck Out Of Here!!!!

Until next time

what happened when I stopped making excuses!

Work From Home They Said with John H. Howard

I am a very stubborn and impulsive person. I always have been, and I probably always will be. And, although these attributes serve me w...