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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Baby Girl

 So you're finally a mother. You fell in love, married, maybe not to the love you'd intended, but a better one. And together you've found the perfect home to raise your children, and then wham, just like that you discover that you're pregnant. And to top that off-- that you're pregnant with a baby girl. Whoo Whoo. All your dreams are coming true. Just the way you'd planned.

Now you've delivered your new bundle of joy.

The screaming's over. The joy of the Epidural is long gone, along with your Romeo, your mighty man, your partner in crime, your King; who'd vowed to love you forever, who'd never actually belonged on the thrown in your castle anyway, but you're okay with your mistake because you still had, just what you'd always wanted.

 Your baby girl.

Years roll by. They come and go, and you withstand the storm, the waves no matter how high because you're a woman, a single queen without your king, of course, but you're still okay because you've got just what you'd always wanted.

Your baby girl.

Well, being a single mom's been rough. But you're strong, and you seem to have this mother, daughter thing down pretty darn good. You say no to most of the ridiculous, teen endeavors your now thirteen-year-old daughter who suddenly thinks that you hate her for, no differently than you'd said no to them a thousand times in the past, but it's all okay because you were given, just what you always wanted. Your baby girl.

Now you're precious daughter's sixteen, and those simple little meaningless conflicts are now full combat, bomb droppers, and all you want is to retreat back to the way it was: the fun, the good-old days, those 'remember when days. But it hasn't and she won't because she's you at sixteen, saying all the things you'd wanted to say to your mother but would never because you'd had just too much respect for your parent. Now your confused trying to find your roll in your child's life as to who's the mom and who's the child here.

You breathe in and you count to ten as you were taught during those secret visits to your life coach that those hand-picked full of friend's of yours may consider nothing more than a practical joker... but you'd needed this, so who cares about what they think. Besides, what you'd taken away from this life training has been working this far, so too each his own.

Only, now, everything you'd been coursed into believing is regrettably falling apart right in front of you and you're starting to wonder...who's child from hell does this kid belong too?

However, you are a woman so you push on, you continue your unconditional love for your ungrateful, disrespectful although beautiful child, and in the end. Your little girl grows up...and
you do a bit of growing up too. So you breath again. Yah... that life coach wasn't for not after all, and you smile because you'd gotten just what you'd always wanted.

Your Baby Girl

Happy you, happy life, happy everyone else

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Greener Pastures

No Place Like My Own

A pair of beautiful glass slippers. A young girl's dream; her escape to that perfect place, that magical place away from home.
Isn't that the way the story went?

Well, I was once that girl with a dream of leaving home, and being on my own; doing things different than my mother. At the time, I had created a wall between her and me. She'd become the wicked witch in my mind. And I had to get away; show her how mothering supposed to be done.

But I would do it right as I was the last of the Babyboomers, the generation that still respected their elders and didn't throw sass.

I valued my mother's opinions and advice. However, I was gonna raise my children different. I was gonna show her what a great mom looked like. Yes. I was going to rise above all mothers. I would grasp the stars with my bare hands, care for them until they shined brighter, and then toss them back, one by one; out into the universe my way. My children, from birth, would think the world of me and I'd be the mom of moms, the mother of the year; and all the years after that.
Well, nope. Didn't happen that way. I had, unfortunately, missed a whole lot of in-betweens on balance as a dutiful daughter, a wise grown-up, or matured mother.
I had left home with no idea what I was doing and with no clue where any of those mind blowing stars would go now that I'd snatched them down. I didn't even know why I'd touched them in the first place... I mean what my reasoning was? They were perfect just the way they were.
The truth was...I was lost.
 I was out there in this great big scary world with a husband and no idea of what I was doing. At the time, I didn't even know that I was lost or that living my life could be better. I mean, I was clueless.
But wait. I'd learned everything a young lady was supposed to in her years of growing up with a mother and father. Things like cleaning, cooking, helping out with my siblings, and being a good student, daughter, friend. I'd even put up with all the madness teens have to put up with and never speak about.
That was until I had my first child and everything changed, and I saw myself for who I really was. An amateur. A young nineteen-year-old kid trying to be my son's mother, and my husband's wife. Be different and do things better than my mom.
And in the beginning, I was different. I was a better mother and wife because I had found that balance. The thing she couldn't. I mean I was firm with my children but loving and wiser.
Never let your kids see me sweat. I had the formula... that fitted key as that kept them out of my adult madness. Never showed off my adult tantrums in their presence. I'd even gave them fewer chores, less of the momma stare; you know that look that speaks louder than any belt ever could. I had even tossed in conversations, and laughter, and time.
My nurturing side... that side of mothering my mother couldn't give to me nor any of my six other siblings, not because she didn't want too, but because she didn't know how because she hadn't learned it from her mom, who hadn't been taught to by her mom.
So you see the deli ma. The cycle.
Well, I can tell you that I did do it differently than my mother. One handsome son and two gorgeous daughters, later. And I can say that my experience has been one hell of a journey. Smooth roads, driven up, up, up by roller coasters without doors, and a whole lot of twist and screwy, uncharted territories along the way.
 And now my babies are all grown up, and they've no dought found their way. Although during their way out; meaning out of the house, they've kindly and lovingly informed me of all the mistakes as their mother that I've made along my way.
And to think I'd thought that I'd done it all so much better than my mom.
But I must admit, they were three bold kids. Why my husband and I had preached that voicing their opinion was important was beyond me. However, I had agreed with some things, although done very cautiously.  Had even found myself using the momma stare of which I'd swore to never, ever use on my children.
But I listened while biting my lip and grinding away at my teeth. But I was not going to allow them; meaning my three ungrateful children to throw poisonous darts at me, not after all my husband and I had done for them, had been through just to get them to where they were.

However. After all the disagreements, the tense faces, my stubbornness, and ME, slowly breaking away at the momma wall,  I can say I learned a thing or two from my beautiful, smart children.
I'd even realized that what happened in my home as a child; that place I couldn't wait to leave. Tap my shoes three times and wish it all way, was not at all a reason to want to leave. Yes, there were lots of mistakes. Lots of things that could have been better. But as mother's we do our best. And sometimes, no matter how much of our best we think we're doing...it can go either way. There is no magic. We are the magic. And if we live right. See our children.  Do right by them so that they do right by their kids. That is the magic. And we can live with that.

Happy you, happy life, happy everyone else

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Live, Laugh, Breathe

Hey, guys! Take a good look at that photo above...

We all know how fast life whooshes us along within the blink of an eye. We can sort of forget, or maybe lose ourselves in all the chaos of being a wife, a mother, a daughter, an employee if you're like me and still work outside of writing. But I realize no matter my work at home, at work, other than home, I must make and take out time for myself. Time to laugh and dance and breathe. Without me, there's no story that only I can write. And besides...living is writing

Live life.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Behind the Novel

Hello, guys. I've been doing some heavy thinking. Mostly about my writing. Who am I as a writer? Why write? Are the stories that I write even worth the paper they're printed on? And most importantly, is my writing, intriguing to my readers? Well. A week ago, I met a young lady in the supermarket. She seemed to be a very sweet girl and being the extroverted person that I am; outside of writing...we sparked up a conversation, which leads her to this, " So sort of stories do you write, and what are you working on right now?" I cringed as always, although I felt good about my present story. Still, I felt my heartbeat thump against my chest. But give or take a few mental breaths: I was okay. So I gave her a brief synopsis into the world of four women, a dark secret and a gun that leads one of them to her death. Her eyes widened. Her face sort of dropped, and she seemed a bit sad, maybe disappointed. At that point, I felt awful, uninspired to complete such novel that could put my reader into such a state. But then I think I smiled, which lead to her smiling too. She then asked the reason I'd decided to write such a dark story, and at first, I didn't think I had an answer. So, I just looked at her; not sure any answer I gave after the look on her face from earlier, would make any sense, or difference to her. But then I decided, honesty was the best policy. Maybe my reason for writing a dark story will offend many of my readers. Maybe it would resonate too close to home for some. But I'm a writer. And as a writer, the stories I write may not always be a happily ever after one. The truth sometimes hurts, and I've learned that first hand. Families don't always find that silver lining or notice how beautiful a rainbow is after a hard rain.
So now you'll read my story. 'String of Pearls.'  A suspenseful, women's Literary novel and take from it what you will. But just remember. Sometimes family's are broken. Sometimes they're able to work through the hard times and find that silver lining. However, the question I leave with you is. Can or will the four women in my novel: Jewels, Diamond, Treasure and Fanny: be able to?

And remember...Live life

Wednesday, May 6, 2015


There's a truth behind everything. In life...a daughter will only know and do what her mother teaches. She will eventually come into her own. She will find love. Maybe even happiness, that nine-letter word that radiates beyond pages of love stories. Throughout her life, she will get under her mother's skin. She will bring tears to her mother's eyes. She will shout words of hate. And someday sooner than later, she will see the world through her own eyes. But from the day of her birth, until the day of her death...she will forever be her mother's replica... 
So Mothers...I say to you...laugh with your little girl, dance with your baby, and share those moments as if they were the last because no matter what you think she may have done, or not done...She is forever your daughter. 

Live life...

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Another Bloomin' Writer's Conference

Hey, guys! Just a need to share.

 Judy Conibear, president of The Inland Empire California Writer's Group, I must say, did a wonderful job hosting 'Another Bloomin' Writer's Conference'. She moved the day along, smoothly, on time and with great poise. The day was kicked into gear with a great Taco Lunch, and the first guest speaker--Paula Priamos, author of 'The Shyster's Daughter (a memoir) set the bar high. Paula was not only awesome, but very well organized and informative on the information as to how to become a published author, She answered a lot of great questions from the audience of authors that have already published, and those writers looking to become published in the near future. And of course the mood and energy in the room didn't stop there. Martin Lastrapes, one of Amazon's number one best selling author's, kept  that momentum going with his knowledge on writing and promotion. And those were only two, to name a few of the wonderful events going on that day. For the writer who struggles with, or is just a bit rusty on pitching there book, or just in need to get a better grasp on it, for that big day that they are in front of an agent, or whether merely just for practice in front of of an audience, there was that, timed, three minute pitch session. To be honest, there was something for everyone.

So to sum-up...Another Bloomin' Writer's Conference was awesome! And as they say  Be Ready...Don't Get Ready...

Happy reading and happy writing...