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Monday Memories: The Scourge

6/28/2021

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We must take a step back. I forgot to mention an important moment in my life.


At the time, it did not seem very important. Of course, it is a small thing, and I'm only capable of understanding its strength now that I am an adult.

Come back with me....

It is the year E.T. came out. A very heartbreaking and heartwarming movie. Maria and I were enthralled. Wendy was instantly in love with E.T. Bill was too young to enjoy it, but eventually he was inspired, too.

Maria and I especially enjoyed the funny parts. When Elliott tells E.T. to shut up when he keeps saying, "E.T. phone home." when he's in that white coffin-looking thing. When all the boys are flying through the air and Greg says, "Tell me when it's over!"



But we simply adored the following lines:

Greg: "Can't he just beam up?"
Elliott: "This is reality, Greg."

We died laughing. I mean -- that is hilarious.

It is also the scourge of mankind. Sarcasm.

I use it. Maria, Wendy, and Lela can wield it like magicians.

However, Elliott might as well have called Greg an idiot. Let's imagine, for one moment, what Greg felt after Elliott said that. It was Greg's first real glimpse of E.T. How did he know what the alien was capable of? Elliott had several days with E.T. He had the advantage of knowing a lot more about the little guy. And yet, instead of considering all this, the writers choose to treat Greg like he's an idiot. It's not a stupid question. I mean, for crying out loud, E.T. could heal Elliott's wounds with just a touch. He could make plants grow by just being around them. Why can't he beam up?

But sarcasm is funny. We all know Elliott doesn't think Greg is stupid. We all know it doesn't mean that Elliott doesn't like Greg. But....does Greg know that? Was he able to accurately assume Elliott's intent? Was he able to factor in the possibility that Elliott was anxious, nervous, and scared, so he spoke quickly? Was Greg able to forgive Elliott for treating him so callously?

These are things we cope with today. Interpreting sarcasm. It can be seen as bullying.

If someone is usually sarcastic, we can imagine this person might be seen as a bully. For example, it is your second week of school. You and your peers are starting to relax. You walk into math class wearing your favorite shirt. Peer A says to you, "Where'd you get that shirt? Queers 'R Us?"

Everyone laughs.

It's mean isn't it? But just because Peer A said such a thing, doesn't mean he doesn't like you. It means he has a sarcastic mouth.

This is the dilemma, for we can't rid our society of sarcasm. We must cope with it.

And that is the MOST important thing school teaches us -- how to cope. Some of us develop very good coping skills, some not so much.

And before you tell me that the school and the world was better in the 1950s, watch a routine from Bob Hope. He uses sarcasm. I promise.

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Monday Memories: Unhappy Endings Do Exist

6/21/2021

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Light from the bathroom spills onto the floor, offering the perfect chance to ignore bedtime for the more enjoyable task of reading. This is my saving grace from ever being held back a grade -- I like to read.

You might remember my first interaction with our librarian. I searched for books about Rudyard Kipling, and he nearly expired from a heart attack.

Tonight, I lay on the ground in my doorway, using the light from the bathroom to read Riki Tiki Tavi. Wendy and Maria are asleep behind me, hence why the closet light is not on.

This book is very loved. It's been read at least once a week, if not once a day.

I am up late. I know this because the entire house is dark, and my parents are in bed. Of course, my mother understands my habits and is up checking on me. She pads down the hallway. I expect her, so I don't immediately snatch up my book and hurl myself in bed. This is a regular routine for us. She's never gotten mad at me before, so there is no fear of being caught.

However, she surprises me with the following:

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"Kara, perhaps it's time you read something else."

I look up at her. "I read lots of books."

She yawns. "Yes, but I think you might enjoy a new one. Go on and go to bed. In the morning, we'll start another book."

I groan inwardly. This means she is going to pick a book for me. That is the WORST. But, I don't argue, and in the morning, as promised, is a new book. Little Women.

She reads it to me. And Maria.

I am enthralled with the characters. These four sisters who love each other so dearly, who make believe, and tear down walls. I love Meg. I love Jo. I adore sweet Beth. I laugh at little Amy.

I decide I am like Jo. She chooses independence over marriage. I think that is a pretty smart idea.
And then...the unspeakable...sweet Beth.

My heart is ripped from my chest, a bloody, pulpy mess lying on the ground. The author is grinding her heel into it and twisting. The pain is excruciating. I stare aghast at my mother.

"What kind of book is this?" I cry.

She just smiles at me.

When the book is done, I walk around in a trance, wondering how my mother and Maria can function. Poor Beth! How can we go on as if nothing happened?

Thus begins my rapture with the lives of fictitious people. Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. They were my first.
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Wednesday Words: Santa's Confused!

6/16/2021

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Y'all, we've got Nancy Fraser with us and she's sharing two romances. Both are on sale for $0.99! Nancy writes stories with awesome female characters. They're mature and so smart. And her heroes are always heart-stopping, fan-yourself sexy! You will NOT be disappointed. So, let's hear why Santa's confused this summer!
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​Yes, Summer’s on the Way and Santa’s Confused
 
It seems as if everyone is planning to celebrate Christmas in July so—despite needing a vacation—Santa seems to be extra busy. However, we did manage to find him a beach to visit and a couple of great short novellas to enjoy.
 
First, let’s whisk Santa away to Last Chance Beach and let him soak up some sun and relax with a sassy reunion romance. And, even better, the characters are in their forties, so Santa’s able to relate (somewhat).
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I Do...Again
 
Thirty-five years earlier, Lily Abbott and Mitch Colby exchanged wedding vows in a quaint ceremony attended by a small crowd consisting of four Micronauts, a one-eyed pet rock, two special-edition Barbies, and an assortment of stuffed animals. Officiated by Stretch Armstrong, it was the social event of their 8th summer.
 
Lily never forgot the childhood ceremony. Or the fact her best friend and first love had left her behind and relocated to Boston to pursue an Ivy-League education. Now a divorcee, with college-bound twin daughters, Lily’s moved on and put the foolishness of first crushes and the childish dream of true love behind her.
 
At eighteen, Mitch had never wanted the expensive education his father mapped out for him. He’d have been perfectly happy to stay in Summerville, marry the love of his life, and settle down. However, when push came to shove, he’d not wanted to upset his ailing mother, and had left everything...and everyone...that he’d wanted behind.
The 25th reunion of the graduating class of Summerville High has brought Lily and Mitch back together at The Sands, a seaside resort on Last Chance Beach. Will one weekend together be enough? Or, is there a possibility for more?

BUY I DO...AGAIN
On Sale for 99¢

​​Then, once Santa’s had a few fruity drinks, let’s get him back in the holiday spirit with this vintage (1980s) Dickens Holiday Prequel, Making Christmas. My hero from last year’s Dickens Holiday Romance Anthology, Rick Barrett, wanted to share his parents’ love story, so Making Christmas was born!
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​Making Christmas
 
A 1980s Vintage Romance...
 
It’s been five years since William Barrett returned to Dickens to take over as CEO of Wil-Bar Toys. He’s spent these past years helping build Wil-Bar into a leader in creative, handmade toys. His work ethic and drive has left him little time for a personal life. Or, perhaps he’s still pining for the one who got away.
 
Catherine Gates moved away from Dickens six years earlier. Now a staff reporter for a woman’s magazine, she’s returning to Dickens to do a story on Wil-Bar Toys new production methods and get the scoop on their upcoming holiday line.
 
When Will and Cat meet up again for the first time in years, it’s as if they’ve never been apart. Rekindling their friendship, and attraction, becomes more important than Cat’s article, or even the secrecy of the new toy lines.
 
Can these two childhood friends make up for lost time and pursue the romance they missed out on years earlier? Or, will Cat’s story expose too much and put them at odds with one another?
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BUY MAKING CHRISTMAS
​On Sale for 99¢
​Watch for a re-issue of Millie’s Awesome Christmas Miracle in September and then this year’s NEW Dickens Holiday Romance, Christmas Carole on October 18th!
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​MEET NANCY!!!

NANCY FRASER--Jumping Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon--is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.
When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.
 
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Monday Memories: Second Grade Project

6/14/2021

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My Grandmother loved this so much, she hung it in her house. It hangs in mine now. The following story was written on a piece of lined white paper, cut to look like a ghost. I did not correct the spelling or other errors. Enjoy!

I was at a cave
and in that cave Ther was a gost
and I was scered!
Will he grabed me
and Then I said
Help no body hred me
So I tried to get
out but I coodet
get out
I did some thing and do you
know what I did
I scereed him myself.

Kara
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Wednesday Words: Rock It To The Moon by M.J. Schiller

6/9/2021

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Let's welcome M.J. Schiller and her newest release, ROCK IT TO THE MOON. I enjoy M.J.'s books very much and I'm glad she's visiting us today. She's also giving away a free book, which is awesome, so let's hear from M.J.!
One of the best parts of writing is playing the what-if game. What if one of the members of Just Short of Chaos slept with the hotheaded lead singer’s little sister? And what if that somebody was the new guy? What if the straight-laced, anal astrophysicist was paired with the sometimes-crude, forever-sticking-his-foot-in-his-mouth drummer?
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And there is a reverse way to play the game, too. If this pair started getting hot and heavy the moment they met, what would have preceded that scene that would have made the circumstance ripe for this unlikely hookup? It’s so much fun. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous that readers won’t hang on to find out why Dex and Tatum were so quick to get involved. I’m afraid they’ll judge the pair and say it would never happen that way. But sometimes shocking results come from shocking situations. That’s what you’ll find in the third book of my LOVE AND CHAOS SERIES, ROCK IT TO THE MOON, a contemporary rock romance.

A little more about ROCK IT TO THE MOON:
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While love had come to some of the other members of Just Short Of Chaos, Dex Rogan had no interest in getting tangled up in that mess. That is, until he stumbled upon Tatum backstage.

Before Tatum, I would have told you love was for chumps. But I would have been wrong. The moment I saw her, it was like BAM! This driving urge to be with her was more jarring than someone smacking me in the face with my drumsticks would be. And every moment since has just solidified her place in my heart. By the time I found out she was off limits, it was too late. I was all in.

Tatum Salvetti doesn’t have time for love. If it can’t be color-coded or found on the periodic table, she doesn’t need it. But when an ugly incident drives her into Dex’s arms, she’s shaken enough to step out of character for once.

I wasn’t looking for love that night, I was looking to escape, and Dex was the perfect distraction from my train wreck of a life. …He was perfect, period.

But I’m in astrophysics. I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he wasn’t just interested in a one night stand, we wouldn’t be able to hide a relationship from Zane. My brother seemed to still think of me as the ten-year-old he met when our parents wed. Well, it wasn’t any ten-year-old girl in Dex Rogan’s bed that night, and if Zane found out about it, he would go apeshit. I was trying to get away from chaos, not create it.
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Tatum has sacrificed her whole life for others. But maybe this time she could think of her own desires. Could Dex’s brand of chaos be just what she needs?

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I’ve got to say, I really enjoyed writing this one, and it surprised me. Something that started off as a side note when I was first developing the story became a critical piece of the plot, and I didn’t see it coming. I love that, despite being shaken as the story starts, Tatum is the strongest character in the book. I love that her strength comes from her love, and that gives her an ability to forgive that others don’t understand. I LOVE Tatum and Dex together. I love his enormous heart, and the way it makes him foolish at times. I love that they help each other to become better people. I love the way the band is a family, including the teasing, drama, squabbling, and sticking up for one another that every family experiences.
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But my favorite part is actually the meet up. I love the way Dex is fumbling his way through it, and that Tatum calls him on it. Let me show you what I mean…

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Our gaze connected and she froze for an instant. “Oh, hi. I…umm…don’t have a pass but I’m—” She hopped around, still trying to adjust her shoe strap and losing her balance, a little purse that dangled from a gold chain falling off her shoulder.

Her obvious nervousness and bumbling made me feel like she was more attainable, more on my level, and my confidence surged. I took her arms to stabilize her. “I’m not here to bust you. Relax.” I flashed her a smile. “You seem to be having difficulty with your shoe. May I…?”

Not waiting for an answer, I crouched, placing one knee on the floor and reaching for her foot.

“Oh, that’s not nec-ess-sary…” She trailed off, watching me, her mouth hanging open a little. I think she was surprised by my actions. I know I was.

This girl’s out of your league, man. You better start channeling Jericho or something because your usual stuff ain’t gonna cut it with her.


I cupped her shoe. Her feet were so tiny. Three of them would fit into my size thirteens. I took the dainty strap in my massive fingers and prayed for even a hint of dexterity. I could bang a drum to hell, but fine motor skills I lacked. Luckily, the backstage gods were listening to my plea and the strap slipped into the buckle easily, another indication something was special about our meeting. But that meant our brief interaction was coming to an end unless I could come up with something to say to her.

W.W.J.D. What would Jericho do? The women always fell for his charm.


Inspiration struck, and I ran my hand along the back of her calf as I rose, looking at her with what I hoped was suaveness. “There. All better.”

Her forehead creased. “Excuse me? What the hell do you think you’re—?” Those blue eyes were shooting fire now.

Shit. Wrong move.


I decided to bulldozer through my mistake. I was in this far. “You know, Zane is getting married.” I brushed the back of my hand over her honey-smooth cheek, advancing within inches of her. Her fragrance swirled around me. Soft, sexy, sophisticated. Like her. “You don’t want to mess with that.”

She shook her head. “Oh, no. It’s not like that. I’m his—”

“You’re a call girl.”

Her pliable body became stiff. “Do I look like a call girl to you?”

I shrugged. “A very expensive call girl. It’s a compliment.”

“So a call girl would be a step up for me then?”

“No, no, no. I’m not saying that. You’re just…not like our normal concert goer.”

“I’m not normal.”

​I was a moron. The more I talked, the angrier she got. 
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If you want to find out how he digs himself out of this one, you can pick up a copy of
​ROCK IT TO THE MOON here:
 
Amazon:  https://mybook.to/RockItToTheMoon
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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/rock-it-to-the-moon
iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/rock-it-to-the-moon/id1548341149
 
All of the books are standalones, but Book One, ROCKED BY GRACE, is on sale for 99¢ for a limited time.
 
And Book Two, ROCKED BY LOVE, is on sale for $1.99 for a limited time.
Book Four, ROCK OF SALVATION is up for pre-order.
 
So get to know all the boys in the band! And one lucky commenter will win a copy of M.J.'s new release,
ROCK IT TO THE MOON!
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​Bio: M.J. Schiller


M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That's right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.
 





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Release Day: Maggie's Song

6/7/2021

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I have been waiting and waiting and waiting to write Pete's story, and now it's finally here!!!! 

Pete has been a character in my series from the first book. He owns the livery and he's also the town blacksmith. When his likeness and demeanor grew in my mind, it was the famous legend, John Henry, that I saw. I've always loved JOHN HENRY, and writing a romance for a hard-working, giant of a man was something I couldn't wait to do.

I hope I did him justice. We'll see what everyone thinks soon enough. So....without further ado, I give you MAGGIE'S SONG.
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Pike’s Run, Texas, 1883
In the dead of night, Maggie Nelson flees New Orleans with her five-year old daughter, Iris. Maggie can’t live with her abusive husband any longer and seeks safety in the home and arms of her aunt, Aletta Williamson in Bordersville, near Pike’s Run, Texas. When she arrives, surprising her dear aunt, Maggie tells her Haywood died. She is too ashamed to tell the truth about her marriage.

Pete Jerkin, the town blacksmith and livery operator, is a leader in Bordersville. He is taken by Maggie and Iris, especially since the child doesn’t fear him. With his large stature, he usually puts off females and children. As Iris tugs on his heartstrings, his gaze strays to the lovely Maggie. But he’s promised himself he wouldn’t ever court a woman. Not again.

​However, love is sneaky, and Pete can’t help himself. Neither can Maggie. As the weeks pass, she grows more scared each day that Pete will learn the truth about her husband, that Haywood will come knocking. And ruin everything.

BUY MAGGIE'S SONG

The light of dawn shone on Pete as he carried a bundle of clothes over his shoulder to Aletta’s. He enjoyed the beauty of the morning sky, its sparkling crispness partnering with his gladness of a new day of work.

His boots crunched on gravel as he arrived at the third house with its cheery yellow curtains, but a lilting voice caught his attention just before he stepped onto the stoop. He paused and listened, the angelic sweetness gripping him.

The words to “Just A Closer Walk With Thee” drifted on the slight breeze, pulling at him. Curious, he went around to the back of the house. When he found the widow bent over the washboard, he drew up short. The sight of her, her otherworldly voice, and the ease with which she moved, made his gut clench in longing. He couldn’t move.

She sang as she scrubbed, a vision of loveliness, a picture a painter could never capture. He swallowed, his dry throat a testament to how much she affected him. He stood stock still for several moments.

He couldn’t stay here. He was spying. If she saw him, he’d frighten her to death. But he couldn’t make his feet cooperate with the commands of his mind.

He should have known she would help Aletta with her washing. Why hadn’t he guessed he’d be dropping off his clothes to the pretty widow? Perhaps he should turn around and handle the chore himself. But Aletta needed the money, and he didn’t own a washboard.

As the last line died on her lips, he snapped into motion. He took a step forward, and thankfully it was loud enough that she looked up. A flash of discomfort flickered in her gaze, and he held back a grimace. Too late, he realized he could have gone back around to the front and perhaps left his bundle with Aletta, and the widow wouldn’t have been the wiser. Damn it.

“Morning, Miss Nelson.” He hoped the smile he offered settled her nerves. “I have a sack of clothes.”

“Oh, of course.” She nodded at the back stoop as she pressed her forearms into her stomach. “You can put them on the porch.”

Why hadn’t he gone around to the front? He gritted his teeth and set the canvas bag down where she’d indicated. He turned to face her and couldn’t stop himself from noting how her dress hugged her curves, how the fabric only accentuated her round hips and full breasts. A yellow handkerchief covered her hair, making her dark skin glow. Curls peeked out from beneath the material, and his fingers itched to tug on them.

He cleared his throat. “Have you settled in all right?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Why was he talking to her? She looked about as comfortable as a mouse around a snake. “And your daughter?”

Miss Nelson gave him a slight smile. “She’s very happy. She went to school yesterday. She made friends with the boys next door.”

“The Haps are good people,” Pete commented. “And she got along with Mr. Oberton?”

Miss Nelson nodded. “She did. She was excited to show she knew all her letters.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat again. “Well, your daughter might have the day off today, but I don’t. I gotta get to town.”

“Of course. Thank you for the washing.” Her smile was too bright to be called easy.

“And thank you for doing it. Can’t say as it’s a chore I like.” He tipped his hat to her then walked away. Every step he took, he berated himself and cursed his size. He knew better than to spend time with a pretty woman. It only made him long for things he would never have and reminded him of deep pain.

And the widow was very obviously afraid of him. He didn’t like frightening people, especially females. He had to keep his distance from the attractive newcomer. He sensed if he got too familiar, he would ignore her discomfort and the grief from his past and make a fool of himself. He couldn’t afford a repeat of the heartache from his first and only courtship.

​He took long and hard strides back to his cabin to fetch his horse. A mistake like the one just now would not be made again. He would not be alone with the woman a second time.
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Monday Memories: Friend

6/7/2021

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Through Kindergarten and First grade, I spent recess in the following ways:

1) Cajoling kids into games of tag.
2) Cajoling kids into games of kickball or dodge ball.
3) Climbing on the varieties of playground equipment. Alone.
4) Defending people from "The Bully" that kicked my sister.
5) Forcing myself to play those hand games with the girls. You remember....."Apples on a stick, they make me sick, they make my stomach go two forty six...."

I distinctly remember the day when I ran over to the balance beams. Ponytail Girl was on one doing back walk-overs. I asked her if she wanted to play. She put her nose in the air and completed a perfect cart wheel. I took that as a no.

It wasn't easy trying to get kids to play with you. Recess during these two years wasn't always fun, though it still was my favorite part of school.

Second grade was different. You might recall my earlier post about the new redheaded girl, Jennifer. She made second grade very bearable. She didn't always want to play tag or kickball, but because she was loyal to me, I forced myself to do "girl" things.

When the summer came, she gave me her phone number. We had plans for slumber parties and swimming.

I almost looked forward to third grade....

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    Kara O'Neal

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    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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