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Mom always said….

Hind sight is 20/20.  Oh, the irony.  Things that you take for granted when you are younger become oh so clear after you have kids of your own.  Like your mother is always right…that’s something I now know to be true…I not only value her advice, but I actively seek it out for pretty much everything.  Twenty years ago you could talk until you were blue in the face and I still wouldn’t be convinced.  My preteen years were the hardest…the funny thing is I don’t remember much about them.  I remember being angry and annoyed a whole lot about nothing.  My mom could ask me if I wanted something for dinner and I would get mad and go to my room.  Why?  What was wrong with me?  I don’t know. I couldn’t tell you.  Hormones maybe?

She used to say that one of these days you will have kids of your own and you will see.  You’ll get paid back for everything you do.  She was right.  I love my kids.  They’re smart and they both have generous hearts.  But sometimes I feel like I preach all the time.  Wash your hands, brush your teeth, take your bath, wipe your feet…do you have homework?  do it.,  pick up your room, don’t fight with your sister, brush your hair, you can’t wear shorts to school…there’s snow outside.  You get my drift.

And I worry about everything.  Over the years those worries have changed just as my kids have changed.  When they were babies and couldn’t talk, I was concerned with their basic care and safety.  After they were more mobile I worried about their boo-boo’s and their happiness.  Now I worry about their peace of mind and their future.  Somewhere along the way I started to notice my brown hair was sprinkled with gray and developed a new appreciation for all of the gray hairs on my mothers head.  How many of those was I responsible for?    

My mom also says that you love your kids unconditionally, no matter what.  You never quit on them…always keep after them–it’s how they know you really care.  And even though they may see it as nagging now, when they get older they will realize it was because you cared.

She was right.

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Posted by on March 17, 2014 in Uncategorized


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I’ve been wondering why I Iaugh when I’m happy, but sometimes when I laugh…I cry.  And sometimes when I’m sad, I cry, but when I’m  overwhelmingly happy…I cry, too.

I wonder if the wires in my brain are possibly crossed.  People probably think I’m an emotional train wreck.  All in a day’s work I guess.



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Posted by on January 23, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Look at the bright side…

Well, I haven’t posted anything for a while now.  I’ve been rather depressed.  There was an accident with my laptop; it slid off of the counter top while it was on.  In case you didn’t know…this is a really bad thing.  No harder than it had hit the floor, it really surprised me when I picked it up and it had a blue screen.  After I recovered from my momentary shock and swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat and threatened to suffocate me.  I proceeded to restart the computer.  It was running and my dread started to fade, but that faint feeling of hope was short lived.  It would only come up to the start menu.  It had two options to restart normally or manually.  I tried both options, but neither produced the desired outcome of seeing my homepage.

I decided to have someone look at it.  It took him about an hour.  He called with bad news.  Too many components had been damaged to retrieve any information, but he could salvage the computer; in his opinion it was worth fixing because of the kind of computer it was.  I told him that if the information couldn’t be retrieved that I wasn’t really in a hurry to fix it.  In the back of my mind I’m thinking..he only had it an hour.  How could he possibly come to this conclusion?  But he didn’t charge me for bad news. So I went for a second opinion.  Unfortunately, they came to the same conclusion, charged me forty bucks and lost my power chord. 

I’m still shocked, hurt, sad, but mostly furious at myself.  Of course I didn’t have an external hard drive that I had everything saved on.  That would have been too easy.  Every time I went to get one I would ask myself ‘What are the odds something will happen?’  Well, now I know.  A hard lesson learned.

Not only was my second novel on the computer, but a third I had started.  Worse yet, I lost all of my accounting information for the small business I co-own with my husband.  But the one thing that breaks my heart above all else is the countless pictures of my two beautiful daughters that can never be replaced. 

I’m a look at the bright side kind of person.  So, I’m trying to figure that out.

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Posted by on November 13, 2013 in Uncategorized


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A simple life…

Living in rural WV, there are a lot of things you can do without.  When you are born in the country you develop a vivid imagination and actually use it to entertain yourself or risk the possibility of dying from boredom.  I remember a couple of summers that every day my sister and I ran for hours in the woods pretending we were riding horses.  Mine was called Oreo and he was a dapple gray Clydesdale.  The ground would shake as I rode him. (Like I said, vivid imagination.)  We groomed them and fed them every night before we put them back in the barn.  One thing for sure, every night after we played horse we would sleep like a rock. 

We also wandered.  You could do that back then; wander away from your house without worrying that someone might try and take you.  Neighbors weren’t next door….they were three hollers over.  Our favorite place to wander was down the creek. We discovered a rocky bank and christened it “Rock Paradise” (so maybe we weren’t using our imagination when we came up with that name).    Sometimes we would ride our imaginary horses there and sometimes we would actually ride our bikes.  Somehow we were always wet or muddy at the end of the day and had to spray off with the water hose before Mom would even let us inside the house. 

Collecting critters was another past time.  We had turtles, squirrels, flying squirrels, groundhogs, cats, dogs, fish, chickens, goats, cows….anything we could catch.  I think my favorite was a black cat we named Tom.  He would go out hunting and we could hear him screeching from miles away on his way back home.  We would sit on the back steps and wait for him to make his way back and then shower him with love and affection.        

TV was reserved for Saturday morning cartoons.  We had the big tall antennae that you had to turn by hand for signal.  So someone had to be inside yelling at the person outside when the picture was clear enough to actually watch.  No matter how hard you tried, you could never get a clear picture like you do today.  There was always some static.  But we were happy to watch Mighty Mouse, The Road Runner, He-man, She-ra, and any other cartoons that would come in.  Then it was back outside to play some more. 

Mom was the dishwasher, the washing machine had to be filled up with buckets and the ringer would get your fingers if you weren’t careful,  the toilet was an outhouse, and we showered outside with a water hose up until late fall.  So, as I sit here and listen to my dishwasher running and the buzzer on my dryer I do count my blessings.  Some things are easier.  But I can’t help the sense of loss that some things were much better back then without all of the luxuries of today.     

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Posted by on September 9, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Fall is coming…

I noticed that not only  are they changing colors, but the roads are also scattered with leaves.  Fall is almost upon us.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am holding a free promotion for my book Wings of Hope.  You can download it on September 1st.   If you miss this opportunity, don’t sweat it.  I will hopefully be able to do another promotion sometime in October.

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Posted by on August 31, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Tick Tock, tick tock…

Time.  As fleeting as a heartbeat or the blink of an eye.  When you want a moment to last, especially firsts–first date, first kiss, or later on in life…baby’s first words, first steps.  Time has no conscience and it can’t be stopped.  It is dependable and steady.  Even the times we wish away.  Embarrassing moments or classes that bore you.  Time will crawl; like a snail or the steady drip of a leaky faucet.     

Sitting in the Dr.’s office, waiting for dinner, standing in line to use the restroom at a concert….we wish time away.

Talking with friends, enjoying a visit with your grand kids, coffee with your sister…we dig our nails in and wring out every second until it has to end. 

So I wonder which is more fickle–time or human nature?


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Posted by on August 26, 2013 in Uncategorized


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County Fair Time…

It’s that time of year again…the infamous county fair.  Although it may be small, there is no other that quite spells community.  You can’t pull in and exit your vehicle without seeing a friendly face, a smile, and a ‘how do you do?’.  You can enter a watermelon eating contest, a skillet throw, tractor pull or mud bog, or any number of talent/beauty contests.  There’s lively entertainment pretty much all day long that will keep you tapping your toes or swaying back and forth.  It’s impossible to ignore; almost contagious. 

There’s a livestock sale to benefit the FHA and 4-H members.  A smelly barn full of very vocal animals to tour and beautiful hand made quilts that will leave you in awe (these aren’t in the barn of course).  Lots of games to play if you’re willing to take a risk.  And don’t forget to take time to enjoy fresh cotton candy or funnel cakes.  It just wouldn’t be the complete experience without it.

Carnival rides for the kids amusement, a nice shady spot to cop a squat and rest, an opportunity to catch up with old friends or the possibility to make new ones.  It’s a wonderful week…fair time.  I hope everyone partakes.

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Posted by on August 10, 2013 in Uncategorized


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