Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Writer Prompt Wednesday ~ May 11, 2016

Welcome back to my almost-weekly feature, just for fun.

On Wednesdays I am going to post a random picture I find online 
(and yes, I will make sure not to violate any copyrights)
and I will ask everyone to contribute to a "story" by adding a 
sentence in the comments.

Be sure to read the comments before yours so that we actually 
write a continuous story inspired by the picture.

Got the plan?   Good.
Here's this week's picture:




I'll start:

Something told me that the new hotel
wasn't going to be a success.

Ok, now it's your turn —
add your sentence below


...and be sure to come back next week!

Monday, May 9, 2016

What makes a marriage? ~ #MondayBlogs


How do some marriages last while others simply seem to flare and then die out?

After being married for more than 40 years I may not have the ultimate answer, but I do know what has worked for me. A married couple needs to be many things to each other and for each other.

In my own marriage we have been (and are) lovers, friends, co-parents (2 and 4 legged children), business partners, confidants, “counselors”, co-conspirators, roommates, caretakers, tender hand-holders, escorts, and often devil’s advocate.

No matter how passionate, loving, and fun your union may start out, life happens, and when life’s changes and obstacles get in the way, your focus and needs can change as well. I believe the balance to a solid marriage has to do with being able to step in and out of the myriad of roles you’ve assumed so that even when you are too tired for sex, don’t want to find adventure, or need to adjust to the changing world around you there will still be something solid for you to hold on to.

Not every couple works together as business partners, but marriage still needs to be a partnership sharing the responsibilities, the decisions and the fruits together. No one said everything has to be an even 50/50; sometimes you don’t feel up to giving 50-percent and other times you believe you can take on the world. Your spouse needs to support you mentally and sometimes physically and financially. Trust me when I say it is fun to make dinner together, to go shopping together and share housework (in and out of the house). Joint ventures, whether it is running business or running your home, gives you a combined sense of accomplishment and camaraderie.

There are going to be disagreements and even anger, face it, you didn’t marry yourself (and you probably wouldn’t want to) so there will be differences of opinion. Sometimes you’ll get angry when it may seem as if the differences can’t get resolved. Chances are the anger and possible disappointment may affect your passion, your sex-life, or your comfortable companionship — these are the times to let another aspect of your relationship take over. Talk about decisions you may have coming up, the car you have to replace or even the candidate you plan to vote for; work towards a mutual goal like painting that room you’ve been talking about getting done; and this may be the ideal time to plan some family time with the children and a local amusement park.

The main thing to have in any marriage is unity, togetherness and mutual respect. No marriage is perfect and you’re going to go through rough spots. Learn to rely one of the other roles in your marriage to get you through so that you’re not feeling alone. You are a couple so act together, and be together.

The truth is that it is a very rare occurrence when one person can provide all the needs for another; this is what platonic friends are for, to help fill out the gaps. You should never let yourself rely more strongly on your friends than you do on your partner though. Too many young couples nowadays get married assuring themselves that if things go wrong they can always get a divorce. Some marriages may not be meant to last and separation or divorce may be the smartest option, but there should be no reason to plan on it from the get-go! Be a Jack-of-all-trades when it comes to marriage, be prepared to assume different roles for each other and you will find that your marriage will never have reason to fizzle out.


Saturday, May 7, 2016

He's not sure of what he sees ~ Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 05/08/16

Hi! Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warrior and Snippet Sunday round. Every week writers post 8-to-10 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


A long, long time ago I shared a few snippets from my Paranormal Romantic Suspense, Karma Visited (only 5) - and we didn't get a full taste of this story. Since I am working on a sequel and revisiting the story for myself, I'm sharing more with you and soaking up your comments.

Do you believe in karma? Annie Furman has a gift that allows her, while she sleeps, to visit people in their time of need - but who will be there for her when she needs help? Undersheriff Dave Turner is investigating a series of home invasions and homicides. He has no idea that solving this case will lead him to the woman of his dreams.

Sheriff Turner is at the scene of the accident from Annie's dream. He sees a mysterious woman, but very soon he is questioning his own eyes. (I edited a lot out to make this fit.)

Creative editing alert!  Here are ten lines... 


Dave stood on the roadway overlooking the scene. The kids were carried to the ambulance, the flashing lights shone brightly as the vehicle pulled away from the scene. Now it was just a recovery attempt, no one needed to hurry anymore, both adults were dead.
As he watched the firefighters that were left to bring the bodies up to the roadway he realized he hadn’t seen everyone come up the embankment. There had been a woman next to the car, he noticed her because she wasn’t in uniform like the others. He asked one of the firefighters about her.
The guy shrugged, “Who?”
“There was a woman down there, next to the car, she wasn’t in uniform, where is she?”
The firefighter frowned, “Sorry, never saw her”

Dave shook his head, someone had to have seen her; he asked one of the state troopers and got the same blank reaction.
   ~~~~~
For more WeWriWa Snippets, go to: 


My life changed after I died.
It’s not like I had any special powers.
They just didn’t understand me.
They underestimated me.
I had a gift.

Buy Links


~~~~~

Wishing Everyone a Happy Mothers' Day

Many of my books have featured maternal characters, MOST were loving and kind, all were complex individuals.

My favorite mom character is Sylvia Hughes and she was in both of "the cousin series", His Lucky Charm and Within the Law.  When I created her character I imagined a combination Doris Roberts (recently deceased - Marie Barone from Everyone Loves Raymond), Sharon Gless, and Tyne Daly. Sylvia Hughes was a very loving mom and a little bit of a meddler and adored by her husband and children.

Some years back my daughter and her friends were playing some kind of game where they compared their own mothers to TV moms - she told me that I most closely resembled Roseanne Connors played by Roseanne Barr in the sitcom Roseanne. I wasn't sure at first how I should react to that and then my daughter explained, "Mom, you are anything but conventional and when it comes to your kids you would do anything for them. You always make sure that family comes first." ...I guess I could live with that comparison.

I was very blessed to have an excellent relationship with my own mom, unfortunately I was only 25 when she passed away and my own children never got to know her. In amny ways though I truly believe that the little things she always did, even the ones that "annoyed" me, have become many of my own habits. I know that if my children respect me even half as much as I respected my mother I'll be pretty lucky.

Just giving birth doesn't make one a mom, it's the love and nurturing that counts. For every MOM out there, for every woman who has held her child's hand, for every single dad who is trying to be both mom and dad, for every m/m parent, ...Have an absolutely wonderful and Happy Mothers' Day.


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Writer Prompt Wednesday ~ May 4, 2016

Welcome back to my almost-weekly feature, just for fun.

On Wednesdays I am going to post a random picture I find online 
(and yes, I will make sure not to violate any copyrights)
and I will ask everyone to contribute to a "story" by adding a 
sentence in the comments.

Be sure to read the comments before yours so that we actually 
write a continuous story inspired by the picture.

Got the plan?   Good.
Here's this week's picture:




I'll start:

I would say it was a dark and stormy night, but it was
clear, so clear that I could see the danger in front of me.

Ok, now it's your turn —
add your sentence below


...and be sure to come back next week!

Monday, May 2, 2016

Being the Oldest Generation ~ #MondayBlogs


Both of my parents were gone by the time I was 25 and both of my in-laws by the time I was 27. All four were present at our wedding 40 years ago. Hubby and I miss them all but we were lucky to have very rewarding, rich and close friendships with each. I do feel bad for my children who never knew their grandparents (although our daughter was 14-months old when her paternal grandmother passed). A lot of time has been spent while we tell our offspring stories about their grandparents so that they should “know” them a bit.

Uncles and Aunts have also passed early-ish, on both sides, leaving us, our siblings and our cousins among the elders in the family. It’s a mind-blowing thought to know you are a part of the oldest generation in your family. There is an implied responsibility to carry the traditions forward, tell everyone stories so that none of your elders ever die a “second death” (EVERYONE suffers a physical death at some point, it is when you are no longer remembered that you die a second time), and to try to be the older, wiser sage without actually acting or feeling OLD.

I am finally old enough to officially apply and collect a (reduced) Social Security check, although I have no plans to file for quite a while — but I find this to be a form of accomplishment as hubby and I have both outlived all of our parents, none of whom were ever old enough, so I actually like to brag about my age. BUUUUT for some reason I remember my parents as being quite a bit OLDER than I feel and somehow I imagine our kids think of us as being just as old.

When I read stories about X-number of generations in one photograph, I admit feeling a tinge of envy. And when I hear about the elderly sitting by themselves waiting endlessly for at least a phone call from their children, I get a bit angry. If you are blessed to still have your parents (and/or grandparents) around, think of how lucky you really are. It would have been nice to have my mom, or my mother-in-law, around for some parenting advice as my kids “tested me”. It would have been great to see my children bounced on their grandfathers’ knees.

As I’ve gotten older my children don’t need me IN THE SAME WAY THEY DID when they were very young. They are self-sufficient and capable young adults. It’s nice to be around to watch them make lives and contribute to this world, and if I am lucky I will get more time to be here with them. I hope that I will never become the kind of parent that they will get annoyed with. If they come out on the other end thinking of me with half as much love and fondness as I had for my parents, then I certainly will be pretty lucky to know that kind of love.

But don’t cry for me, I’m not. You see one of the things my parents taught me was to make every day count, to always say I love you and never to miss an opportunity to be together. And we did. We lived a lot in the 23 and 25 years I had them on this physical earth. I still believe that they hear me, and sometimes find a way to answer me (simply because of how close we always were), when I need to “chat”. Don’t wait for tomorrow, today is here.

Tomorrow is not promised and
the past cannot be changed
 therefore live each day to the fullest and
know that every new day is a blessing.

Nishan Panwar




Saturday, April 30, 2016

Another Dream & a Chance to Do Something to Help - Weekend Writing Warriors / 8sunday / 05/01/16

Hi! Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warrior and Snippet Sunday round. Every week writers post 8-to-10 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


A long, long time ago I shared a few snippets from my Paranormal Romantic Suspense, Karma Visited (only 5) - and we didn't get a full taste of this story. Since I am working on a sequel and revisiting the story for myself, I'm sharing more with you and soaking up your comments.

Do you believe in karma? Annie Furman has a gift that allows her, while she sleeps, to visit people in their time of need - but who will be there for her when she needs help? Undersheriff Dave Turner is investigating a series of home invasions and homicides. He has no idea that solving this case will lead him to the woman of his dreams.

Two weeks ago (sorry I missed last week) Annie overheard her husband plotting "something" in the town, but she doesn't know the specifics yet. That night while sleeping she has another dream of a disaster, this time there are children to be saved. Frantically she wakes and tries to piece together clues in order to help.

Creative editing alert!  Here are ten lines... 


She stared at the ceiling and tried to remember everything she had seen. The license plate on the crashed car was the same color as hers, and it was nighttime… there was a number by the highway.

She closed her eyes and focused on the memory as hard as she could. When Annie was sure she had enough information, she got out of bed and left the room to use the computer.

It worked, Annie was elated, it was the first time Annie had been able to do something to help.


After she made the phone call she forced herself back into her dream and watched while the first responders removed the parents’ bodies from the car. They had to in order to reach the children in the back. The toddler was still unconscious. The baby reached towards her again, but no one else could see her standing there.
   ~~~~~
For more WeWriWa Snippets, go to: 


My life changed after I died.
It’s not like I had any special powers.
They just didn’t understand me.
They underestimated me.
I had a gift.

Buy Links


~~~~~


It's Passover!

Yes, I missed last week, mea culpa, but I didn't get things posted early enough before I had to go offline. This week I will be back to read and all by Sunday.
But the holiday (which will have just ended by the time this snippet posts) has been absolutely wonderful - I wrote about it this past Monday on this blog
(go see Moments of Memories ~ #MondayBlogs)
One thing that always strikes me odd is that the first few days of the holiday are always so frantic and with two Seders there seems to be so much to the holiday. And then, once the Seders are over, the rest of this 8-day holiday just flies by. Even with holiday cooking, it goes so quickly.
Passover has always been my favorite holiday, I love the total transformation of my kitchen (special dishes, cookware, flatware and more that are used only this one week each year). /when I was just a child growing up I never knew exactly how much work it took since my mom and dad took care of most of it - now it falls on my shoulders (hubby and kids do help), but it is totally worth it.


What is YOUR favorite holiday and what makes that one so unique?

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Writer Prompt Wednesday ~ April 27, 2016

Welcome back to my almost-weekly feature, just for fun.

On Wednesdays I am going to post a random picture I find online 
(and yes, I will make sure not to violate any copyrights)
and I will ask everyone to contribute to a "story" by adding a 
sentence in the comments.

Be sure to read the comments before yours so that we actually 
write a continuous story inspired by the picture.

Got the plan?   Good.
Here's this week's picture:



I'll start:

I knew that I would find peace at the end of my journey,
but it seemed so very far away and I was so very, very tired.

Ok, now it's your turn —
add your sentence below

...and be sure to come back next week!