It’s rare these days to have friends you met back in your 20’s, but I’m fortunate enough to have that good luck. We’ve worked hard on maintaining these friendships. Each year we plan a trip for the 4 of us. This year, we’re missing one, but I’m in MN for two months and have been having a ball with two of my favorite people. We’ve taken day trips, eaten at every restaurant in town, celebrated the end of radiation for one of us, gone to movies, wineries, theater productions and art festivals. Below is a collage of some memories from the trip, so far. Lots more to come. Hope your summer has been as great as mine!
For one day – Monday, August 12 – A one day Give-away for my new novel, A Far Away Star. Ebook only at this time. Only one request — please write a review on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookbub,etc.
On Monday, August 12, I will be giving away my new novel, A Far Away Star, for one day only. One request – please please write a review on Amazon, Book Bub, or your favorite place to buy and review books. Also, please post on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. Launching a new book as an Indie author is not easy. I appreciate all the support and help you give me. This book is about the power of friendship and I want to thank all of you who provide that on a daily basis!
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Looking for readers! My latest novel is on Amazon as an ebook. Right now it’s available for $4.99 but the price will go up next week. Paperback out soon.
Here is a link to help you find it and to leave a review. Thanks to you all!
It’s happening! New book available on Amazon. A Far Away Star. Check it out…
My son and daughter will be over shortly, bearing gifts and cards and ingredients for brunch and peach Bellini’s (my fave). There’s a project planned – new soft close drawers for my kitchen created with an aftermarket part. We all know that this one hour project will most definitely take all day. Ha That’s the fun of it, right?
This day may be for me, but I’m the lucky one. I should be buying the gifts and cards and champagne. I am the lucky one. Many of my friends have kids living in Europe or the east coast. Mine are 20-30 minutes away, they are here often, and they do so much for me. If it requires a ladder, a dangerous tool, heck – even a screwdriver these days, they’re on top of it. And for that, I am so grateful.
If you’re a mom, I hope your day is full of roses or chocolate. I hope you get phone calls and cards or emails and texts and that you feel their love deeply. We may have given them birth, but they’re the ones who are till the end. Happy Mother’s Day!
It is with a heavy heart that I sit here going through photographs, reliving memories, almost hearing the chime on a Sunday morning as I ate a lovely breakfast at a sidewalk cafe directly across the Seine. I videotaped it so I could remember the sound. I’m so glad I did. Notre Dame, as they keep saying on CNN, is much more than a building. More than a church. It is unbelievably stunning in architecture, its spire rising high, its Rose window gleaming, the flying buttresses giving it strength and dimension. I have walked along the banks of the Seine past Notre Dame dozens of times in my three visits to Paris. It’s simply “there” – and we thought – always would be. It was such an iconic place, one began to take it for granted and although I enjoyed the exterior beauty during my last visit, I hate to admit I can’t recall going back inside. Shame on me for taking it for granted that it would simply be there when I returned. Like so many things in life, we simply expect they will be there when we return. And yet, perhaps not …
We await word of the damage in daylight. Once the flames are doused; once they can get into the nave, we will know if it can ever be repaired. It was devastating watching the spire fall; horrible to see the steel scaffolding instead of the beautiful wood facade and roof. It will never be the same. It may be rebuilt and in twenty years if my children return, perhaps they will find a grand structure similar to the one destroyed today. But it will never be the same.
My first visit was with my son, the second with my daughter, and my third alone in an apartment for three wonderful weeks of walking the Seine day and night. I’m going to post a poem I wrote during that first visit and some photos we took while there.
I felt God wrap me in layers of peace
His presence clung to my soul.
Tears of what? – joy, sadness, love –
Clung to wet lashes, refusing to fall.
The Gothic arched nave, inches from heaven
Called me to its heights of marble glory.
The stories are told in stained glass windows
Their beauty unmatched on earth.
Rose windows absorb the light
Stone floors worn smooth by thousands.
Wood pews gleam with the oil of centuries
Faint incense fills my senses.
Mary holds Jesus in the pieta.
A marble scene carved over the ages.
A mother’s grief and anguish
A son’s death for each of us.
The immensity of the cathedral
Is far from stark or cold
For God fills the air with warmth.
And the hushed silence of the visitors
Allows me to be alone
In the healing of spirit
In the quiet of music
In the air fraught with substance.
God makes Himself fully known.
The beauty of Notre Dame
Stands starkly against blue skies.
Daring us to disbelieve.
Asking us to simply trust.
I stand in awe and quiet
I feel a presence clearly
I ask for faith and release.
Published in The Gila River Review – 2011