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Monday Memories: Fashion Nonsense

2/17/2020

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I have absolutely no fashion sense. I know what I like and I usually wear what I like despite fashion, sex appeal, or Labor Day rules.

I am a Wrangler girl. Or, a Levi Strauss girl. Both brands were bought from Wiener’s Department store.

Jeans were my choice of apparel because more could be done in jeans. It didn’t matter if you were running, or jumping, or climbing, or hanging upside down because nothing “unmentionable” could be seen and denim was allowed to be dirty or ripped.

I didn’t particularly care for dresses.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I loved dresses that twirled. If they were “plain jane” what was the point in wearing them? I didn’t turn any more heads in those dresses than I did in my Wranglers or Levi’s.




There was one more plus to wearing jeans…

I could wear my favorite shirt. It was pink.

I know, shocking! My favorite shirt was pink!

But, I didn’t care about the color since the quote written on the shirt summed up my whole attitude, reason for living, and belief system.

People would see me coming and know EXACTLY what I was about. It gave me leave to prove it as well, which I did regularly.

So, exactly what was the quote on my shirt you ask?

“ANYTHING BOYS CAN DO, GIRLS CAN DO BETTER!”

Score for me, for girls everywhere, and for my mother who had the sense to buy it for me.

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Wednesday Words: Little Women

2/12/2020

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I was a young girl when I read this book for the first time. I can't remember how old. I do remember loving every word that graced the page. I could see myself and my sisters in each one of those girls.

Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy.

I wanted to play with them. I wanted an attic, to put on plays, to laugh and laugh and laugh until I couldn't stand it.

And I wanted a friend like Laurie. A good person who seemed to like spending time with me even though I was a girl.

I would have to say I did have a friend like that. His name was Michael, and I had a huge crush on him. Not only did he let me play, but he didn't get mad when I won. He was blond and blue-eyed. Pretty near perfect in my opinion.



Little Women taught me a lot. How to be brave and fearless, and what true strength is.

Beth's path astounded me. Often overlooked. Having to encounter her fears on a more regular basis than anyone else. And she had to fight death. I couldn't believe it, and I wanted to jump inside the pages and punch the illness inflicting her.

When she took her last breath, my heart broke and that's when I knew life was precious. That's when I understood that things changed, people grew up and wouldn't stay seven-years-old forever. That's when I started looking forward....

I understood, before my peers, that adulthood would happen, that the decisions I made now would matter when I was older. And this knowledge helped me combat peer pressure and other things that would try to influence me to be different than who I wanted to be. I grew determined to have the future I wanted. I refused to lose faith and give in to who my peers thought I should be.

Isn't it amazing that a book can do that? I'm extremely thankful for Little Women. I've loved it for forever, and I'll never forget what it did for me.

Do you have a book that formed your decisions? Please share in the comments!

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Monday Memories: Triumph?

2/9/2020

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Febrile Convulsions…

That was what the doctor called them. Those tremors my brother had.

I didn’t know that as a child, of course. My next memory of Bill and his health dealt with the giving of his medicine. (In a teaspoon of applesauce.)



I do know, that after that day, I was more by his side than ever before. I wasn’t waiting for something to happen again. I wasn’t scared.

I was soaking up him. Because, in my six-year-old mind, Bill was fine. He was smiling and playing and doing all the things he used to do. I thought it was all over, and I wasn’t going to waste a second.

But, it wasn’t. He continued to have seizures until he was two. Grace went with my mom for some of his doctor visits and Mom told me the Febrile Convulsions may not be the root of the problem.

He might have an immature brain stem. It would develop over time, but there was no telling what it would do to him in the long run.

It is important to tell you that I didn’t know about the brain stem concern until I was 13. Mom also told me, at that time, that the doctors said he wouldn’t be able to walk or talk.

But, the only effects I saw from those horrible tremors was a boy who concentrated really, really hard on crawling, and climbing, and walking, and talking.

If he hadn’t been so determined maybe it wouldn’t have happened. And, of course it didn’t happen the normal way. The walking, the talking…it all has its own story.

People called this his struggle and his triumph.

And, I might agree with them…but I think it was harder to grow up with four women in the house…

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Friday Friends: Emma Prescott from Welcome Home

2/6/2020

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For this post of Friday Friends, I'd like to introduce you to Emma Prescott, the heroine in Welcome Home. She appears in the first book in the Pike's Run Series, a historical romance set in Texas.

We're going to ask her some questions.

Where do you live and why?
I live in Pike's Run, Texas. I chose to settle here so I could be near the man I love. When I first arrived, he wasn't pleased to see me.

What is your profession? Do you enjoy it?
I'm a mother now, and it is absolutely the most important work I've ever done. I have six children, and I love every second with them. (Well, not every second.) I had two other jobs before I married Kyle, though. I had to work as a waitress in Denver and when I got to Pike's Run, I had to support myself. I bought land and farmed forty acres of cotton. I did NOT like either of these positions, but when I managed to turn a run-down farm into a pretty piece of property, I was quite proud of myself.

How would others describe you? Are they accurate?
Happy, cheerful, hardworking and a bit impulsive. I've heard those descriptors the most and agree. Especially with the impulsive part. I don't always think things through. It gets me what I want, but sometimes with a lot more trouble than was necessary.

When you met Kyle, was it love at first sight?
In a way. I was seven, and he was twelve. I didn't have any siblings, and my mother had passed away when I was two. My father was too busy making money, so I had no playmates until Kyle came along. He was the son of our overseer for our cotton crops. His mother took me under her wing, and I started spending time with the Lonnigan family everyday. Kyle was patient with me. He let me follow him around a lot. He gave me things, played Hide-And-Seek. He was my whole world, and as we got older, my feelings deepened into attraction and love.

Was it love at first sight for him?
This made me laugh. No. It was "tolerate at first sight".

What do you like most about Kyle?
His loyalty to his family. His sense of honor and duty, and while he's often pig-headed about things, I appreciate how protective he is.

What does he like most about you?
How carefree I can be. He tells me I'm the light in his life. He likes it best when I help him remember good times from our childhood. He has a hard time recalling those days.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
I'd like to return to California. I'd like to visit my mother's grave and show my children where I grew up.

What's one thing you learned from you own personal love story?
That it's never too late to fight for love. You don't know where you stand unless you fight. Even if you don't get what you want, at least you know you tried.

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An excerpt from Welcome Home:

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me. I’ve desperately wanted to tell you what happened for so long, and I never thought I’d get the chance.” She looked at him, and he saw the torture she’d gone through by having to keep the truth from him.

Sweat gathered at his temples.

She began slowly, stumbling over her words. “H-he made threats to me,” she rasped.

Kyle straightened. “Threats?” he growled.

She took a deep breath and put a hand over her heart.

He knew it was pounding as hard as his.

“He t-told me that if I told the sheriff what Michael had said…he’d k-kill you.”

Kyle stared at her, shocked and horrified. His breathing was fast and shallow, his heart pounding in his ears. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and his hate for Owen Prescott was made stronger for the hell he’d caused his daughter.

“I didn’t know what to do,” she cried. “I couldn’t let him do to you what he’d done to Michael. I couldn’t have borne it if you’d d-died.” She swallowed and choked on a sob. “So, yes, I lied to Sheriff Cummings. I helped my father go free because I would’ve died if anything happened to you.” She cried in earnest now, looking at him, the expression in her eyes conveying her hate for her weakness. She laid her arms on the table and placed her forehead on her wrists, her shoulders shaking in grief.

Kyle’s head swam; his gut churned with emotion. How could he have been so blind?

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Emma Prescott, determined and selfless, flees from wealth and her murderous father, seeking the love and forgiveness of poor cotton farmer, Kyle Lonnigan.

Although Kyle refuses to forgive her for her part in his father’s death, Emma stays and works her own farm. Over the next several months, Emma proves to Kyle she is not the spoiled girl he remembers.

Emma’s sudden re-entrance into Kyle’s life only conjures long-buried painful memories. Kyle does his best to avoid her, needing to keep the pain at bay, and stopping her from reminding him of their last moments together before bullets shattered their world. But, he is unsuccessful. The love he denies is too strong, and soon Emma and Kyle are tumbling headlong into the past and passion.

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Wednesday Words: Saving Sarah

2/5/2020

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Saving Sarah
Prelude to the Pike's Run Series


The story of Michael and Sarah gets us started with the Pike's Run series, but it actually takes place in North Carolina. The majority of the books in the series are set in Texas. The Lonnigan family moves after their parents pass away. There are four siblings: Sean, Michael, Daniel and Bonnie.

Irish Catholics who follow a path many Irish did by settling first in the Carolinas, and then moving to Texas for cheaper land.

But before the Lonnigan family leaves, Michael falls in love with Sarah Kerry, and just as their budding courtship deepens to love, Sarah breaks it off. Michael is hurt and confused, and his gut tells him something isn't right. He doesn't believe Sarah when she tells him that she doesn't love him.

While Sarah says the words necessary to dissolve her relationship with Michael, it takes all her strength to do so. She's been backed into a corner by a family secret she had no idea existed. The only way to save her father is to follow the demands of Liam Devlin. Even if it kills her to do so.

I enjoyed writing this book, because we experience the beginning of the Lonnigan family saga. The plot is also very simple, but causes great havoc and upheaval in Michael and Sarah's lives. A family secret that can tear people apart...

But luckily Michael refuses to give up, and Sarah finds the courage she needs to fight back.

Favorite Part:

I have two. I know, I know. I should've been discerning enough to pick only one, but I can't. Y'all have pity on me...

My most favorite part is when Sarah makes a pivotal decision and confronts her fears. (And I can't tell you more than that because it'll give away some stuff.)

The second is when Michael is walking with Liam Devlin to his cabin. That's pretty awesome. I can't even tell you how much fun I had writing that.

An Excerpt:

“You always look at me like that, Michael,” she whispered. She could feel his eyes on her. They seared her with intent and heat. It was as if he branded her with his determination.

“In what way?” he asked, his voice pitched low.

Her pulse raced. “Like you’re gazing deep inside me.”

He took a moment before replying, and when he did, his voice was hard and firm. “I can see your heart, Sarah Kerry. And it’s mine.”

Her breath caught in her chest. She whipped around as her skin tingled from the possessiveness and rightness of his words. Her heart did belong to him, but it didn’t matter. It could never be.

The river rushed before her, strong and free. What she wouldn’t give for the ability to run unchained, to grab the happiness she wanted and never look back. She exhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

Michael Lonnigan stepped closer, the warmth of his solid frame seeping into her. “Tell me,” he urged. “Who is the man who stalks your every step?”

As she looked up, an image of her predator flashed before her. “He is…no one.”

“No one?” His voice grated on the phrase. “He had his arm around your waist in church today.”

She clenched her teeth, keeping the bile down as the memory of his touch plagued her.

“If I didn’t know your true feelings,” Michael continued, “if I hadn’t seen you step away from him, I’d think you didn’t love me.”

Perhaps she should deny her feelings for Michael. But as quickly as she conjured the thought, she discarded it. He would know she lied to him.

His hands came up to rest on her shoulders. “Tell me who stands between us. Why have you turned away from me and gone to him?” he begged, his tone rough and seared with pain.

She ached to tell him, to lay her burdens at his feet, but no one could know her family’s shame and peril. To confess her hell would be to betray her father, and she couldn’t do that. “Please,” she urged, her voice wavering, “you must let it alone. We can’t be together anymore.”

He gripped her tighter, pulling her back against his chest. She allowed the intimate embrace, needing his touch, for it was her life’s blood. He ran his hands down her arms and circled her waist. As he buried his face in the crook of her neck, he breathed in deeply.

Yearning centered inside her, making her heart pound. One month of precious courtship, thirty days of happiness, thirty nights of sweet longing, gone now. Obliterated by her dead mother’s hand.

Michael Lonnigan, the man of her heart, could never be hers. Tall, broad shouldered, dark haired, brown eyed and with a smile true and honest, he would not belong to her. She had to leave him, to set him free. It would kill her to do so.

His arms tightened so firmly, she feared he might carry her off. Pushing at his forearms, she yanked herself from his solid hold. “I have to go.” Her knees shook as she took the necessary steps away from him.

“I can’t accept this,” he called after her as she walked swiftly down the path through the swaying pine trees. “I can’t let you go.”

Tears formed in her eyes.

“I love you, Sarah,” he cried.

Sobs clutched her chest as she picked up the pace, branches snagging at her skirt. Her life had been ruined, her dream crushed, and her sweet love could do nothing about it.

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I dedicated this book to my parents because this story is about Kyle's parents. Kyle is the hero of the first full-length novel in the Pike's Run Series, and I feel a special connection to his book. While Saving Sarah is the prequel, I actually wrote it after I finished my fourth romance. Michael and Sarah's love story kept bouncing around in my head, and I had to get it on to paper. So, I see Saving Sarah as a "parent" book. As the start. As the people who gave life to everything else. Therefore, I gave the novella to my mother and father....because they light up my life.

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Tuesday Treasures: All Is Not Quiet

2/4/2020

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An ear-splitting scream shoots through my brain. My eyes flash open and I see pink walls and my mother bolting to the door…

My bedroom was pink.

I know…yuck.

But, I shared that room with my sisters and they liked pink, so I endured it for their sake.

I am still in the first grade and still taking naps, but I think my mother just made us lay down because she was tired, and on this particular day my cousin was visiting.

This was her first time to visit and spend the night with us. We were all very excited and probably screaming and running all through the house.

Hence, the nap.

We were all lying down in our pink bedroom. My mother, too. I had my eyes closed, but I wasn’t asleep.

Still, the scream from Bill’s room would’ve woken me even if I’d been dead.

My mother shot up and crashed through the room, flying to the door and to Bill. I knew something was wrong. I could tell by his scream. He sounded like he was hurt, but how could that be? He was in his crib.

I followed Mom.

I know I did, but I don’t remember how she got to the living room with Bill. And I don’t remember our neighbor, Miss Holly coming over. She was there, though, beside my mom and watching Bill’s every breath.

And then, I watch my mother, holding nine-month-old Bill in her lap as his eyes roll back into his head.

She cries his name, calling him back to her, her tone conveying a fear that wrenches at my heart and trembles in my blood.

Bill’s eyes were white. Not brown. They rolled and the bottom dropped out of my stomach.

Mom stuck her finger down his throat, and he vomited. I know now that she was keeping him from swallowing his tongue.

I was paralyzed. My thoughts, my body…frozen. All I knew was a fear so acute I could barely breathe.

My sisters and cousin were gone from my mind, as I watched my mother struggle helplessly. I knew the ambulance was coming. In the fog that was my thoughts, I heard Mom say that to Miss Holly.

At some point, I came back to myself…someone had to check on the girls…

I left the living room and went down the long hallway to my pink bedroom where my sisters and cousin were waiting.

I don’t know their impressions of this day now that they are adults, but I remember having to answer a bunch of questions.

Is Bill gonna be ok? Is he hungry? Why won’t he stop crying? Why is Miss Holly here? Can I go home to my house?

I did the best I could and half-way through their questions I realized I was calming down. My sisters and my cousin needed me and that helped me focus.

The ambulance was coming, Miss Holly was with my mother, and Bill was still crying…so he was breathing.

I stayed with the girls. I don’t remember the ambulance arriving, or anything else that day.

However, some images are very striking. So much, in fact, that when I think of that day…I am there.

An ear-splitting scream. Rolling eyes. Tortured cries. Vomit.

And pink walls. Cotton candy pink…

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    Monday Memories: Cast

    Kara -- Me
    Maria -- sister
    Wendy -- sister
    Bill -- brother

    M'Lynn -- mother
    Drummond -- father

    Grace -- mother's redheaded friend
    Liam -- Grace's husband
    Gorgeous (Georgie) -- oldest son and friend
    Phillip -- middle son and friend
    Andrew -- last child and friend

    Jo -- mother's "big idea" friend
    Noah -- Jo's husband who builds things
    Jack -- oldest son and friend
    Roxi -- middle daughter and friend
    Lela -- last child and friend

    Alex -- friend who travels the country and lives in Dallas
    Blossom -- friend who lives in Dallas and sells houses

    Miss Holly -- next door neighbor
    Kirk -- middle son
    Scotty -- youngest son

    Lou -- uncle on my dad's side who likes baseball
    Evaline -- my dad's sister who's crazy funny
    Luke -- oldest son and my cousin
    Han -- younger son and my cousin

    Clark -- my mother's brother who bleeds maroon

    Alexander -- my eldest cousin on my dad's side

    Dawn -- cousin on my dad's side that is the same age as Maria

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