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June 4, 2013
June 3, 2013
Leta Blake And Keira Andrews Give Gravity To Their Earthly Desires (Tempting Tales, Book One)
Reblogged from The Novel Approach:
One's not half of two; two are halves of one. – E.E. Cummings
I’m such a sucker for Once Upon A Times that lead to Happily Ever Afters. You know, there’s a school of thought out there that says fairy tales can be harmful to impressionable young minds, especially for girls who may begin to believe that their worth as a person exists solely within how beautiful the image in the mirror, and that the pursuit of Prince Charming is the one thing in life worth aspiring to.
Aw, a wonderful review of Earthly Desires! Thank you so much, The Novel Approach!
May 30, 2013
A Love Story
This story was published in the beginning of our Marriage Service pamphlet which my daughter unearthed recently from a box in my closet. She was captivated by it because it is the story of her parents, not because it is a truly captivating read. If anything, it’s charming and sweet–which probably explains a lot about me.
A Love Story
Once upon a time, there was a boy and he had his eye on a girl. One morning he bravely handed her a white rose on the school bus. Seven years later, when he asked her to marry him, he again gave her a white rose. So today, on their wedding day, the girl carries white roses in honor of this history.
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We started dating at 14 and 16, and basically it was this from the beginning:
I’m gonna marry you.
Plan your life accordingly.
It was a good choice. We were smart cookies.
So, yes, we were high school sweethearts who, against all odds, were actually right for each other. We’ve been married now for fifteen years this May and have been together for twenty-four years this past November. There were some hitches in there, some break ups, and some bad times, but we’ve always come out the other side together.
May we be lucky enough to always continue coming out the other side of whatever we face in the future still together and still in love.
Happy Anniversary to us!
May 28, 2013
8 – Twenty-Five Things Tuesday – Never Have to Use My Professional Licenses Again
Yes, for my day job, I have to have some snazzy professional licenses. I want to find a way to never, ever, ever have to use these licenses again. I give myself ten years to accomplish that.
May 27, 2013
The News Is Bad For You. This Picture Is Not.
This picture does not go with this post. It doesn’t matter. Just look at that. Unf. Hotness, says I.
I stopped watching almost all televised news when I was pregnant with my daughter and haven’t regretted it. I’d like to be exposed to even less news, actually, if I could. I believe that being informed up to the point that I can actually do something about a situation is what’s important. Everything else is bad for me, bad for us, and prevents people from making a constructive difference in the world because they’re too busy reacting to things they can’t control. Not even a little bit.
What you can do is go on with your life, be kind to those around you, even those who annoy, go forth with compassion and a renewed knowledge that every person you meet is a flesh and blood human being who would cling to you and/or help you if the worst happened, and build connections of love.
*climbs down from anti-news soap box*
May 23, 2013
May 22, 2013
May 21, 2013
7 – Twenty Five Things Tuesday: Get Drunk In Front of this Mural Again
First, on the list of things I apparently will never do again in my life–which, ha, really should be a whole other set of posts, because there are plenty of things I’ll never do again–I will apparently (and sadly) never be able to sit in the bar of the Palace Hotel in San Francisco and get deliciously drunk while staring at this picture over the bar.
The Pied Piper by Maxfield Parrish at The Palace Hotel.
The Palace Hotel has removed the icon from it’s place over the bar. To quote: The hotel said the painting was being sold because “it is no longer practical for the hotel to display, an original work of this value and cultural signifcance, in a public area.”
Wait, wait, wait! Hold the presses! As I was searching for the picture to go with the above, I found out that there was such public outcry that the hotel has decided not to sell the painting after all. Awesome news!!! I sure hope they put it back where it was. Getting drunk while staring at that painting is one of my fondest memories. So fond, I did it twice and had decided it would be worth the migraine to do it a third time.
Click to see the bigger file. No photo can truly capture it, though.
So, I officially change this post back to the original topic of Twenty Five Things I want to do/accomplish before my eventual (hopefully far away) death. I want to get drunk staring at this mural again. Preferably in the Palace Hotel in the company of my husband and my dear, dear friend. The same dear friend my husband and I got drunk with the first two times, because, God, I haven’t seen her in forever. Heh. That should be another post in this series. It could be a series of posts. Friends I want to see again before I die (with my death being, hopefully, a long time from now, and the seeing their faces a short time from now).
Regardless! Thing Seven! Get drunk in front of the Pied Piper! Again!
May 20, 2013
In My Blood Like Holy Wine
As a writer, there is no doubt that parts of people I’ve loved, if only momentarily, pours out of me in the lines that come out of my fingers.
The other day, I wrote a line in my most recent work in progress about a woman’s ankles. It was written instinctively, it came out of the character’s mouth as easily as breath, and yet my mind went back to a woman who taught British Literature when I was in college. I no longer remember her name or her face, but I remember her captivating ankles. If I had been gay or a straight man, I’d have attempted a move on her due to her ankles alone. Most of her has vanished from my memory, but a part of her poured from my soul in the moment I wrote the lines for my character. She touched me. Or her ankles did.
This is a superficial example. I have characters who suddenly spout off a version of my father’s position in our last argument, or my good friend’s confession about her desire for babies, or start to eat pepperoni slices out of a massive bag a la The Pepperoni Lady at my prior job.
If I know you, if I’ve loved you, part of you will pour out of me in these lines from time to time. When and where and what there is no telling or any way to plan, but it will be happen. Because you live in me, some part of you, forever.
May 14, 2013
6 – Twenty Five Things Tuesday: South of France
So, most of these are probably going to consist of travel wishes, I realize. I mean, I’m almost forty and haven’t left North America! I’ve had plans to do so several times, but then things happened, as they do, and the plans fell through.
But, yes, one day, before I die, I’d like to vacation in the South of France. And any of these villas will do for a place to stay. I’m not too picky. Heh.
