Friday, August 31, 2012
Had to share, too...
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Week Sixty-Two of REAL...
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Eating and sleeping...
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Another AR Norris book...
Monday, August 27, 2012
Carpe diem... Live moves on...
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Thank Goodness It's Sunday #117...
Saturday, August 25, 2012
My Heroes... William Whipple...
Friday, August 24, 2012
Doing the Impossible...week 1
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Week Sixty-One of REAL...
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Tracking my eating and sleeping...
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Impossible program...
Monday, August 20, 2012
Carpe diem... One More Day...
Tomorrow is the big day. This is the music I choose:
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thank Goodness It's Sunday #116...
Saturday, August 18, 2012
My Heroes... Josiah Bartlett...
Friday, August 17, 2012
This is me making a choice to stand...
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Week Sixty of REAL...
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Healthy eating...
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Beth Trissel and Teri Wilson
Monday, August 13, 2012
Carpe diem... Watkins Glen...
Six years ago, this month, my 17-1/2 year old dog went home. I still miss her. I'm still in mourning.
Every year, I acknowledge the day and try to soldier on. This year, I just can't.
This year, maybe it's the excitement of being published, and I'm afraid of being happy.
Actually, I wish she were here to share it. She was there when it all started. She put up with the writing into the wee hours of the morning because I couldn't turn off the story.
Arthur, the dog in A Promise of Possibilities, was actually created with my furry baby as the model.
Maybe, this year, I finally feel like I don't have to pretend like everything is okay when it isn't. I want a peaceful, orderly room, but then I'm all too aware of her absence.
She won't care if the book is a success or a failure. She didn't care if I was fat or skinny, pretty or ugly, rich or poor, famous or anonymous. She didn't care what an emotional moron I was or how damaged I was or how scarred. She only cared that I fed her, played with her, cuddled her when she wanted it, and took her outside when she needed. When I felt the least lovable, she still thought I was. She created the game to let me know when she wasn't cross with me anymore and allowed me to use the same method to let her know when I wasn't cross anymore.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Thank Goodness It's Sunday #115...
Saturday, August 11, 2012
My Heroes... B. J. Lossing...
Friday, August 10, 2012
Marketing material...
Gorgeous book cover created by Carol Fiorilli.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Week Fifty-Nine of REAL...
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Healthy eating and doing better...
Sunday: Slept 12 hours. Wow. Friend came to visit bearing croissants. We shared the two different flavors. Love doing that. Feel like I've had two without all the guilt. I was more mindful.
Monday: The only way to slow down my eating, at this point, is to force myself to do something else between bites. Two hours sleep last night. Hate when this catches up to me.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Reads for the week...
Monday, August 6, 2012
Always Remember...
"Tribute to the 31 American Servicemen who lost their lives in the line of duty, August 6, 2011."
Rest In Peace. May God bless those who must carry on without them.
Carpe diem... Pocono...
Laundry
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Thank Goodness It's Sunday #114...
Saturday, August 4, 2012
My Heroes... Benjamin Franklin...
Friday, August 3, 2012
Food Traditions...
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Week Fifty-Eight of REAL...
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Healthy eating redux...
Brain Dump
Rule #1: Stop lying, especially to yourself. Before baby became a word, the term was fetus, in Latin. Fetus = Baby It's a baby.
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Laundry is done. Yay! Enjoyed some reading. Everything else went to the wayside. Life happened. I visited with a friend. It was lovely. ...
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~ Sweet spirited souls who lighten my world simply by being in it. ~ Another editing job done. ~ Cooling weather. ~ Successfully takin...