Award winning author discusses her day-to-day life as an author, mom, grandma etc.
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Happy Birthday to Me!
Yep, it is my birthday. I'm at the age where I'd just as soon forget them. I've had way too many. The first birthday party I can remember, was when I was 5. I'd just been a flower girl for auntie's wedding so I wore the same dress. I'm not sure if it was this one or not, but I'm about the same age here.
For that party I got to be a fairy princess and I know that my aunts and mom worked really hard to make the whole affair like a fairytale.
This was my wedding day, I was just 18.
Me, now 19, and first child, Dana. We had four more kids, eighteen grandkids, and 12 great grands with another due anyday.
Me at last year's birthday celebration. I've had a great life with many, many blessings.
Leo Tolstoy said, “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no
one thinks of changing himself.” I totally disagree. My life has been a series of changes, some
precipitated by me, some thrust upon me. Circumstances change, situations
change, we change to adapt to these changes. The only thing that is certain in
our lives is uncertainty. As Old Blue Eyes said, you can be riding high in
April, shot down in May. (And when was the last time you read a blog post that
mentioned both Leo Tolstoy and Frank Sinatra?) My path to publication was anything but instantaneous. It took me a
decade – almost to the day that I first
sat down to write – to sell my first novel, Talk Gertie To Me, a
humorous take on the relationship between a mother and daughter. Along the way
I learned quite a bit about both writing and the world of publishing, so much
so that shortly after I sold Talk Gertie
To Me, the agency that reps me invited me to join them as an associate.
Within the span of a few months I went fro…
Cornwall has been a mysterious place since the Phoenicians
sailed beyond the Pillars of Hercules to buy tin and gold from the misty land
of rugged cliffs, moors, and hidden harbours. Until the advent of modern
transportation, the easiest access was by sea, and that was by no means easy as
thousands of shipwrecks attest. It was a haven for smugglers and wreckers.
My first visit to Cornwall was at the age of eight. My
godmother rented a field from a farmer and parked a caravan, high on a hillside
looking west over the Atlantic between two rocky headlands, Cambeak and
Penkenna. We stayed there every summer and many Easter holidays for a couple of
decades. From there we explored the North Coast, the sandy coves, fishing
villages, and Bodmin Moor, now the setting of my Cornish mysteries.
In the meantime, my sister moved to the southern side of the
duchy, to a minuscule hamlet on the River Tamar, north of Plymouth. Just
upstream is Cotehele, a medieval fortified manor beautifully preserve…
Here’s a brief synopsis
of the story: Anna’s life in the
small town of Heavenly Harbor, Michigan, seems idyllic. Married ten years to
her childhood sweetheart, Mark, she wants for nothing, except a baby.
Unfortunately, her husband doesn’t share her enthusiasm. Anna has been secretly
keeping a journal. She’s recorded her suspicions about Mark’s reluctance to
share her dream and his possible infidelity. As she is about to confront him,
lightning strikes, literally, causing her to lose her memory. The Storm will not only damage Anna
physically, but possibly destroy her marriage as well—and Mark’s secret life is
about to implode. I was inspired to
write this story simply because I’ve had people in my life recently who’ve
suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease. I’ve witnessed the steady progression of the
disease, sometimes developing slowly, other times the result of a sudden onset.
The destruction the malady causes is beyond description. After a while, the
victim hardly realizes what is happen…