Monday, August 3, 2015

The Sounds of Encouragement ~ #MondayBlogs

The world is such a stressful place. Was it always that way for adults and as kids we were oblivious to real life? Or are things really just filled with a constant state of angst these days? We go through life worried about health issues, concerned about money, fearful about terrorism, scared of losing our security and a myriad of other negative feelings. It sounds so easy just to say remove yourself from the stress, but the truth is most of us can’t afford to remove ourselves from our lives.

Somehow many of us manage to bounce back and defy the odds for the big things and yet the small disappointments are the ones that seem to drive us over the edge. There are days when all you want to do is sit back and fight the urge to “cry Uncle”. Into every life a little disappointment must fall (along with clich├ęs obviously). When our disappointments and struggles seem to become so overwhelming, and we are vehemently opposed to burying our heads in the sand we need to find ways to pull ourselves up and rebuild our inner resources to face the world again. Sometimes it doesn’t feel easy.


So HOW do we move on? How do we regain our confidence? How do we pull ourselves out of that funk and become viable adults once again? We each have to find our own best method, but here are a few that I’ve used or people near and dear to me have used. Some are encouragement mantras; others are mere symbols of what could be.


Many, many years ago I was driving on a local road in a rainstorm; my two young children were in the back seat when I went around a blind curve and partially under a truck trying to maneuver that curve from the other direction. The car was totaled. I had a few scratches on my leg, my daughter bumped her face against the door and my son complained of feeling like the seatbelt had “punched him in the stomach” — all minor injuries. The car was totaled. I took a picture of the car after it was towed to the junkyard and I look at it whenever I feel defeated… if we were able to walk away from a wreck like that relatively unscathed, there is a lot that we are capable of surmounting.

A dear friend of mine says that when life kicks you down, you just have to get up and put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward.
Someone else dear to me says that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Others stand in front of mirrors telling themselves how wonderful they are.
Still more recite the serenity prayer every day and especially in times of stress.
Some pray,

Whatever it takes for you to feel encouraged, find a way and move back into life

"Do not take life too seriously

You will never get out of it alive." 

- Elbert Hubbard 

Saturday, August 1, 2015

The truth comes out ~ Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 08/02/15

Hi! Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warrior round. Every week writers post 8 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we "hop" around and leave comments on each other's snippets. Whether our work is already published or in progress, the helpful comments help us become stronger writers on our next WIP. We welcome EVERYONE's comments.

See more at the
WeWriWa blog

& check out the
Facebook Snippet Sunday group


My entry this week is from Common Bond, Tangled Hearts. Layne Gillette’s world is turned upside down when a man she has never met shows up to lay claim as the father of her 6-year old son. 

Layne just told Justin that she is married and that she left her husband the night her son was conceived.

  (the following has been edited to fit)  ...and now the eight nine ten:

"Does he know about Dennis?"

Layne hugged herself tighter, "God, I hope not."

"That was almost... he did some quick mental calculations, seven years ago. Is that the Charlie you thought sent me?"

"Yes, his name is Charles Harris."

"Why did you leave him?"

"Charlie was demanding, he believed that he had rights and I didn't always agree. He said he only wanted me to make a baby for him, he was sterile."  

"If things where so bad, why did you agree?

There were tears in her eyes, "I fought, I tried, Justin I was strapped to the table, I had no choice.



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About Common Bond, Tangled Hearts

Layne Gillette’s world is turned upside down when a man she has never met shows up to lay claim as the father of her 6-year old son.
Justin, the victim of a fraternity prank, and Layne, the subject of a forced insemination, have produced a beautiful child that they are both willing to protect… at all costs.
The two parents realize they can love each other, but when Layne’s abusive “ex-husband” shows up, they are torn apart by danger, kidnapping and lies. Justin won’t give up until Layne is returned to him. Layne uses her newfound strength, courage and knowledge to defy Charlie’s ugliest demands.




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I can't believe it's August already!

Did you know that (here in America) next Friday, August 7
is 
Purple Heart Day?


"The Purple Heart is a United States military decoration awarded in the name of the President to those wounded or killed, while serving, on or after April 5, 1917, with the U.S. military. With its forerunner, the Badge of Military Merit, which took the form of a heart made of purple cloth, the Purple Heart is the oldest military award still given to U.S. military members." (Wikipedia)

This medal is awarded to United States military personnel for "Being wounded or killed in any action against an enemy of the United States or as a result of an act of any such enemy or opposing armed forces" 2015 marks the third year of a National Purple Heart Day observance.

Many other countries have equivalent honors for their wounded war veterans, in every case the selfless sacrifices of military personnel, and in some cases civilians, are applauded.
Greater love hath no man than this, 
that a man lay down his life for his friends.



Monday, July 27, 2015

Where were you when the lights went out? ~ #MondayBlogs


A few weeks ago a FaceBook friend reminded everyone reading his timeline of the NYC Blackout of 1977… 38-years have passed since then and I really never thought of it since. Now the song “WhereWere You When the Lights Went Out?  keeps running through my mind NON-STOP. 

On July 13, 1977 the lights went out in New York City. I had already moved upstate, but my newly widowed mom AND my newly widowed mother-in-law lived in the Bronx; we made the trek into the city to do whatever we could for each of them. Both ladies were fiercely independent and had everything under control, they didn’t need any rescuing — as a matter of fact my mom, disabled and all, let the other tenants of the building she lived in know that she had a fresh, large box of Shabbos candles and anyone who needed to light their way only had to knock on her door. She even had a semi-party going having made a full pot of coffee and inviting several neighbors in.

I do remember the Northeast Blackout of 1965 very vividly; it was a Tuesday afternoon in November, the Cold War was everyone’s great fear and the Cuban missile crisis was still a recent memory. I was running an errand for my mom and I stopped in at the local candy store for a newspaper when the lights blinked and then went out. Leaving the dark store behind me I noticed frantic neighbors running on the block. One of the women was crying and lamenting aloud that the Russians must be attacking. Another was convinced the UFOs would soon appear. In everyone’s mind we were in imminent danger. At 11-years of age I wasn’t panicked until I started listening to the adults around me, then I got scared; I ran home and up three flights of stairs to be with my mom.

She was calm. She had already pulled out a battery operated radio and was listening intently to the new reports — the blackout had affected most of the northeast and all the way up to Canada down to the Jersey shore and as far west as Pennsylvania. Ever the planner she had already pulled out her Shabbos candles and had them ready through the apartment as soon as the sun went down. My sister came home from high school (by bus) and soon my dad, working in New Jersey, traversed his way home as well. Daddy was a member of the local Civil Defense unit (precursor to the NYC Auxiliary Police) and, after assuring that his wife and daughters were okay, he went to the local police precinct for assignment. While my dad was part of a team rescuing commuters from stalled trains, Mommy had my sister and me going door to door in our building and handing out Shabbos candles to anyone who needed. Not really aware of food spoilage, we enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner and rested after delivering candles and relaying the news reports throughout our building.

In August 2003 the lights went out again during another widespread Northeast blackout. I had been working at a county library and WAS preparing for a musical show we were hosting (needless to say that was postponed). After helping to shut down the library branch and trying unsuccessfully to reach my 19-year old son who was having a blast at a south New Jersey amusement park which apparently had its own emergency generator, I drove home rather nervously without the comfort of traffic lights. Hubby and daughter also made it home only to head out again with our local ambulance corps on mutual aid into New York City; several corps sent rigs to the city when they asked for help and drove caravan style on the Jersey Turnpike to the George Washington Bridge (and got stopped by a State Trooper for speeding!). Meanwhile the son made it home without incident, he did however notice that all the lights were out when he and his friends left the amusement park.


While all of this was going on I was checking with all of my neighbors to make sure that they all had, you guessed it, Shabbos candles to light their way through the night. 


Vintage Philco Transistor Radio
photo by Joe Haupt 

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Why she ran ~ Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 07/26/15

Hi! Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warrior round. Every week writers post 8 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we "hop" around and leave comments on each other's snippets. Whether our work is already published or in progress, the helpful comments help us become stronger writers on our next WIP. We welcome EVERYONE's comments.

See more at the
WeWriWa blog

& check out the
Facebook Snippet Sunday group


My entry this week is from Common Bond, Tangled Hearts. Layne Gillette’s world is turned upside down when a man she has never met shows up to lay claim as the father of her 6-year old son. 

We are picking up immediately after Layne runs from the room when Justin kisses her unexpectedly.

  (the following has been edited to fit)  ...and now the eight nine ten:

"Layne," he drew a deep breath in and followed her into the living room, "what's wrong?"

She had her back to him; "I... can't do this..." her voice wavered.

"I'm sorry Layne, I didn't mean to take advantage," he touched her shoulder and she flinched, "I've just wanted to kiss you and hold you."

She turned to him "are you married?"

"No."

"I am."

He sat down on the couch, "when I asked  if there was any man in Dennis' life you said no."

"There isn't."

"Then where is your husband?"

She paced, "I left him the night that Dennis was conceived."




For more WeWriWa Snippets, go to: 


About Common Bond, Tangled Hearts

Layne Gillette’s world is turned upside down when a man she has never met shows up to lay claim as the father of her 6-year old son.
Justin, the victim of a fraternity prank, and Layne, the subject of a forced insemination, have produced a beautiful child that they are both willing to protect… at all costs.
The two parents realize they can love each other, but when Layne’s abusive “ex-husband” shows up, they are torn apart by danger, kidnapping and lies. Justin won’t give up until Layne is returned to him. Layne uses her newfound strength, courage and knowledge to defy Charlie’s ugliest demands.




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This is EXCITING news, please help us to shout it from the roof-tops!

Charmaine Gordon and I are appearing at a local winery this coming Friday early evening for readings, interactive discussions and book-signing (& selling)

If anyone is in the area we would love to meet you in person!

Chelle Cordero and Charmaine Gordon
Will Be At Palaia Vineyards on
Friday, July 31 from 6:00 to 8:00 PM


we have an event page on FaceBook
https://www.facebook.com/events/823488021099549/



Monday, July 20, 2015

Enjoy an Evening of Books at Palaia ~ #MondayBlogs

Dynamic VHP Authors
Chelle Cordero and Charmaine Gordon
Will Be At Palaia Vineyards on
Friday, July 31 from 6:00 to 8:00 PM


Multi-published Vanilla Heart Publishing Authors Chelle Cordero and Charmaine Gordon will be at Palaia Vineyards on Friday night, July 31, 2015, 6:00PM to 8:00PM to read from their books, host an interactive discussion of the stories and the writing process, and sign book copies. Copies will be available for purchase. There is no cover fee; participants must be at least 21-years old.

Chelle Cordero is an award-winning author who writes stories of Passion and Suspense; VHP has published ten Cordero novels including Final Sin, a murder mystery based in the Hudson Valley. You can find more information about Chelle Cordero at her website http://ChelleCordero.com.

Charmaine Gordon is a former actress who writes books about women who Survive and Thrive; Charmaine's first novel with VHP, To Be Continued, has been optioned for a television movie. More information about Charmaine Gordon is available at https://AuthorCharmaineGordon.wordpress.com/.

Kimberlee Williams, Managing Editor at Vanilla Heart Publishing, said “Our VHP Dynamic Duo certainly promises to be entertaining and make for a fun-filled evening at Palaia Vineyards.” Vanilla Heart Publishing is an independent publisher based in Washington State.

Palaia Vineyards is named for the winemaker's grandfather, Angelo Palaia, who emigrated here from Italy and passed his winemaking skills on to his son and grandson. Over ten acres of vineyards are situated on a 200-year old Hudson Valley former dairy farm. The old barn has been restored and is now a beautiful, clean winery on the lower level, with storage and a tasting room above preserving the look and feel of the historical building.

Palaia Vineyards is located at 10 Sweet Clover Road in Highland Mills, Orange County, New York; it’s easy to get to by car, the vineyard is five miles north of the Woodbury Commons Outlet Stores on Route 32. The phone number is (845) 928-5384. (directions)


Please say you'll come
join us on our FaceBook Event Page

(click above)



Saturday, July 18, 2015

She doesn't trust him ~ Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 07/19/15

Hi! Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warrior round. Every week writers post 8 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we "hop" around and leave comments on each other's snippets. Whether our work is already published or in progress, the helpful comments help us become stronger writers on our next WIP. We welcome EVERYONE's comments.

See more at the
WeWriWa blog

& check out the
Facebook Snippet Sunday group


My entry this week is from Common Bond, Tangled Hearts. Layne Gillette’s world is turned upside down when a man she has never met shows up to lay claim as the father of her 6-year old son. 

Justin tries to convince Layne that his only interest is giving money is to help provide for his son. Layne won't believe his motives are that pure....

  (the following has been edited to fit)  ...and now the eight nine:

"It's never that simple, theres always a price.

Justin grabbed her arm and made her look at him, "but it is simple, Layne, why won't you trust me, what's got you so scared?"

She looked up at him and he saw fear in her golden eyes; he felt an overwhelming need to protect her, he wondered if he could ever make her feel safe. Justin let go of her arm and when she didn't move, he slowly moved his head down to touch his lips to hers.

Layne's entire body stiffened and then melted into him.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close against him, "I don't want to hurt you or Dennis, please trust me."

She parted her lips and Justin traced the line of her teeth with his tongue; Layne touched the tip of her tongue to his and both of them felt as if the room had ignited.


Suddenly Layne pushed away from him and ran from the room.


For more WeWriWa Snippets, go to: 


About Common Bond, Tangled Hearts

Layne Gillette’s world is turned upside down when a man she has never met shows up to lay claim as the father of her 6-year old son.
Justin, the victim of a fraternity prank, and Layne, the subject of a forced insemination, have produced a beautiful child that they are both willing to protect… at all costs.
The two parents realize they can love each other, but when Layne’s abusive “ex-husband” shows up, they are torn apart by danger, kidnapping and lies. Justin won’t give up until Layne is returned to him. Layne uses her newfound strength, courage and knowledge to defy Charlie’s ugliest demands.




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It seems that our intentions are sometimes so easily misunderstood. People kind of hear what they want to hear. I just had a discussion tonight with someone about how easily arguments start and feelings are hurt simply because the words are misconstrued. And later as the years go by multiple versions of what "really happened" are told and nobody even remembers what the misunderstanding was to begin with. I thought of this because of how Layne misunderstands Justin's intentions...

& also because of a very funny commercial I see now and then on TV

(Hope I made you chuckle!)