Saturday, December 2, 2017

It Is Finished!

                                      National writers month!

Most of you may not know but November was National writers month making November the perfect month to finish writing a book.

I Accept The Challenge!
Well, thanks to the challenge presented to write fifty-thousand words in November I have finally finished writing “A Dangerous Truth”.

Shall We Celebrate?

Now I have finished writing the book it is time to get down to business. So no, no celebration yet. Now begins the process of revisions while we work on the cover design. It won’t be long now. Soon you will read “Usher of Truth”.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Another Black Friday Sale For the Avid Reader

For all those book lovers out there, here is another opportunity to find that perfect book. Whether you are the avid fiction reader or a non-fiction enthusiast, you will find what you need during the Black Friday promotion. Click here to be redirected to the promotion.

What am I Thankful For This Thanksgiving?


As Thanksgiving approaches, and I begin the ritual of pie making, I take a moment to consider that for which I have to be thankful.
So Many Struggles
It’s been a tough year for many people. The signs of struggle are everywhere. Some struggle with employment or housing. Others fight addiction or abuse. And still others have been victims of unnecessary violence. When I stop and think of those that have run head-on into obstacles that prevent them from being happy I will be thankful that I can consider my troubles and realize that they are minor by comparison to many others.
Finding Thankfulness in Family
This Thanksgiving I give thanks for my family even though we can’t all be together this year. I am thankful we each share the day with loved ones and that we are all healthy. I hope each of you has a someone special with which to share your day.
And the Kindness in the World
I am also thankful for the kindness I see in the world. It is a shame that the media doesn’t promote more of what we see as the good in our neighbors. In my neighborhood, we see a local restaurant open for the day specifically to prepare a wonderful meal for the homeless and less fortunate in our community. There are many people in communities around the country offering the same charity. What beautiful souls exist in our midst. Thank you for sacrificing your holiday to share with those in need.
Thankfulness in Hope
Finally, I am thankful for the hope that exists in the world. It’s the hope we share that binds us together and offers us the chance to make a difference in the world. Hopefulness breeds kindness and love. We could use more of those gifts in our world.
Thanksgiving Wishes
I hope each of you is with loved ones on this Thanksgiving day. I am grateful for each person who has touched my life this year, and I hope each one recognizes those that have touched your life and made it a little better. It has been a year of blessing for me. I have come across obstacles that have challenged me and forced me to grow. I am thankful for those that have walked with me and helped me on my journey. I look forward to continuing my journey and welcome the company as I travel. 

Monday, November 13, 2017

Can You Crush Sосiаl Mеdiа in Only 2 Minutes a Day?

I have to tell you; I’m an author, not a  social media expert. 
While I use social media daily, there are some tips and trick in the book “How Tо Crush Sосiаl Mеdiа in Only 2 Minutes a Day” that I am finding quite helpful.


We can all afford to improve our online presence
Having received an advanced copy of the book has offered me the opportunity to sample some of the information that is sure to increase the traffic to my site as well as improve the interaction throughout my social media platforms.


I realized I was missing some key points
Reading through “How Tо Crush Sосiаl Mеdiа in Only 2 Minutes a Day” I realized I was missing some key points relative to getting my message out there. An important point Ndeye Labadens makes is to make sure to be thorough. Make sure profiles are complete, and you have good content. It is important to maintain a presence whether you are using Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Goodreads, or LinkedIn.

Crush Social media in only 2 minutes a day
I still have a lot to learn about social media, but now that I have “How Tо Crush Sосiаl Mеdiа in Only 2 Minutes a Day” I can take 2 minutes a day to learn all I need to know about social media.

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Monday, November 6, 2017

Have you ever thought about writing a book?

Tell Me, Tell Me!
We all have a story to tell. Some of us will brave and step out of the box and write the story buried deep inside.

“I Can’t Write A Book.
There are others who may say, “I can’t write a book”. For those of you who think I can’t write a book, I have three words for you - Yes you can. These three words can be the key to unlock the story locked away.

Tell Your Story!
There comes a time when your journey becomes too long and you become weary. The life you lived may have been difficult, but you are strong and you persevered! The ride was long. You still have rough days, but now you can smile. You can enjoy your life. You can share your life. You can share your story. The story you tell may just be the lifeboat or the anchor or the light at the end of the tunnel for one who still lives in darkness.

You Shine Bright!
Your story is someone else’s beacon of hope. When you share and show others you have survived a tragedy or an illness or even death of a loved one, you are sharing a secret. You share the secret of life. Your sharing offers hope to others.
Bring Your Story To Life
If you feel called to tell your story let AAE assist you as you create and bring your story to life, offering a life-changing opportunity to another who shares your experience.
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Ignite the fire within and become a Soul on fire!

Is your schedule too hectic to write?
If you have a burning desire to tell your story and you don’t have time to write it. I may assist. Have you considered a ghostwriter? Contact me if you’re interested in learning more about what it means to have a ghostwriter help you write your story. Or complete the intake form here.
Remember, this is the story of your life!

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

History Book Promotion on Veteran's day!

There are so many exceptional authors out there sharing their craft.If you are interested in historical fiction, check out the historical fiction promotion on Veteran’s Day!

Happy reading!


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Days Gone By - I Miss My Dancing Girls

It’s been a while since I shared poetry. When I read this one, I can’t help but smile. My children have long since grown and are living lives of their own. But when I read this it brings back fond memories of childhood dancing shoes. I love my dancing girls.

Dancing Girls

I watch you dance around the room
I say to you “it's bedtime soon,”
You giggle as you twirl away
I laugh as I try to say
The day is gone, It’s time for bed
You look at me and shake your head
The day has ended night has come
The time is now you must succumb
So put away your dancing shoes
And take your tutu to your room
But mom
We want to dance all night
We want to dance to get it right.
Someday we’ll be upon the stage
I’m thinking now “What is their age”?
I smile again but with the eye
They look at me and try to sigh
They bow their head and drag their feet
But at the stairs, we meet
I smile at them both as I say
Tomorrow is another day
You can dance again and dream
You can laugh and play and scheme
But for now, it’s time for bed
I know it’s something you both dread
I watch as you climb the stairs
The stairs are steep but you don’t care
I smile as you climb into bed
As I think I shake my head
You’re growing fast time’s racing by
I tuck you in and release a sigh



            As I recall your giggles and twirls 
      You are my beautiful dancing girls

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Children's Book Cross Promotion

There are so many exceptional authors out there sharing their craft. If you are interested in children's authors, check out the children's book cross-promotion on October 11th.


Take some time and get to know the authors that created these wonderful stories.
Happy reading!

Friday, October 6, 2017

Above everything, we are all Americans. Our common bond should be what brings us together.

I am saddened by the division within our country. I’m sure my take on the matter will not be one that causes a head to turn, but I am going to “jump on the bandwagon” so to speak for just a moment. I have been trying to remain positive and hope that people will see the reality in the demonstrations and riots that are popping up all over the country.
I have one question to ask relative to all this “free speech.” Who believes any of this is making a positive difference? It’s a simple question. My answer is “not me”! I think all the protesting and rioting is just causing more descent throughout the population. We have protests and marches with people communicating the importance of many debates right now. Most recently, today I saw a news clip about a march for black women. I’m not saying black women shouldn’t be empowered they should!  But I think the march should be a march for Americans, we all share a bond with this first commonality. Above everything, we are all Americans. Our bond should be what brings us together.
We have become a nation divided because of the differences among us. I think it’s time we focus on the issues and ideas that make us alike. Foremost we are all humans; living beings that deserve the things addressed in the Declaration of Independence,  life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Beyond that, we all want to feel secure and know we will always have a meal on our table and a roof over our head.
I believe in the Constitution. I believe in the Constitution as it was originally drafted, and eventually amended as the demographics of our country changed. That is the wonderful thing about the laws of this country. They were drafted to protect and defend the people. I think many have lost sight of this or maybe were never aware of the role it plays. They have also lost sight of the power of the pen. It was the pen that recorded a new Nation’s existence and its ability to sustain.
We are wasting time in the streets yelling and screaming. The clock is ticking as people destroy property and hatred increases. We need to come together. We all have issues we feel are important and need the attention that will cause a better life for each person. We need to find a better way to address the hate that is growing exponentially throughout our country. We have all heard the term “divide and conquer.” Well, this country has become so divided that we can’t see the reality and seriousness of what is happening to us. No one will win if we don’t stop the tantrums in the streets and the protests. It may get attention initially, but it never results in a positive end. Someone always gets hurt.
I could go on and on about the growing hate within our country, but I don’t think my beginning a dialog here will be what causes us to come together as common citizens. I will offer a challenge to anyone who reads this blog. I want to challenge you to offer suggestions on how we can come together. Pick an issue and communicate a positive way we can offer a solution or even just begin a dialog. I am not anyone important, not really, but if I receive enough support for this idea of coming together, I will help the positive (real) suggestions find a voice. Our coming together will be the true test of what a small voice can do when so many are yelling and screaming.
We need to stop pointing a finger and blaming each other for problems of which most people can’t even remember the original cause. We need to let go of all the past hurt and move on. We can’t come together as a country if we can’t even get along with our neighbor. It’s time to let go of all the hate. Holding on to hate, anger, and resentfulness doesn’t appear to be working. Let’s try something different and see what happens. I wish you all much happiness and prosperity.  

Let's just stop!

Saturday, August 19, 2017

What Happened To The Dream?

   

Watch this speech one more time! “I have a dream.” Watch as Martin Luther King Jr, stands and speaks peacefully to the masses. The speech, broadcast during a time of civil disobedience, a time of upheaval and inequality, not only by color but by creed and gender. Look into the crowd of people who stand and listen peacefully. “Let freedom ring,” he says. He is a man who had a message. He got his message across by peacefully addressing to the crowd. In earlier times police arrested him in his protesting efforts however it was when he gathered peacefully in our Nation’s Capitol to share his vision for our country that the people heard him!
     He had a dream rooted in the American dream. “One day this nation will rise and live out the true meaning of its dream ‘we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.’” He stood in front of the monument of President Lincoln that only days prior protester defiled for what it represents, I’m sure he chose that spot because of the message President Lincoln tried to communicate many years earlier one of which he quoted.  He had a dream that the content of their character not the color of their skin would judge people. Today people protest and defile the monuments and statues; our history to deny all that our forefathers suffered to grow into the country we were so close to becoming before this mass of disrespect for one another. What does that say about the character of those that spread such hate?
     We are living in a time of great disrespect not only for one another but our history. You can’t erase history by removing evidence of what occurred. In removing and defiling and denying we only prolong the inevitable. Turn your back on what was, and it will be again. Hate and descension will rear its ugly head. It will fester and infect our society and cause the dis-ease of what we are trying to eradicate. People protest in the name of peace and equality, yet they project and infect the country with hate. Hate does not encourage dialog; it causes the human mind to shut down to reason; it breeds more hate.
     If people think by removing our countries monuments, it will cause people to change their views, I believe they are nieve. Here is an example. I use it because it has been in our faces for weeks. If we remove Confederate monuments, does that change history?  Does that negate the struggle? Does it remove the lesson learned? Removing the statue does not change the story. Did the Romans remove the Colosseum because of what it represented, the inhumane treatment of both man and animal? No. They left it as a reminder of what went on. They left it so that generations to come could tell the story and remember what not to do or how to behave.  By removing the monuments in the South, does it remove the Confederate struggle, if so it must also remove the struggle experienced by the slave?  Do we so want to disrespect the suffering on both sides?
      In this lesson, I think we are failing to remember something. Behind the monuments are men, women, children, families, and communities. Each one suffered in their way. Each one had an experience that was not conducive to love or kindness or fairness. They continued to live. They erected monuments to remember what happened and to facilitate healing. Just because a man fought for slavery, doesn’t mean he believed in it. Men fight for their State or country. When they go to war, they go because their government calls them. They go because they respect their State and want to be obedient. It isn’t always a personal preference. By erecting monuments, they are offering respect for those that fought and died as human beings. They are mourning the loss of human life. Remember… All lives matter. Take it down to a personal level. Every human being suffers and deserves to heal. I Believe we need to come together as a country as one people. The world is watching us. We who once were a great example to the world have become a joke. We no longer deserve the respect we once had. If we can’t play nice in the sand, how can we expect the rest of the world to do so?

Monday, July 24, 2017

I Know My Own Suffering, But Not That Of My Neighbor.

When I wrote “Ways of War” I had no idea it would “open a can of worms” so to speak. I wrote the book as entertainment, yet it has sparked a debate among readers.

I have never been one who passes judgment on others. Nor have I ever questioned anyone’s views, beliefs, or behavior. I am surprised by the responses I have received from a few readers who I will never name. I am a writer of fiction. Here historical fiction. I foremost want to entertain. Apparently, the era I wrote about is still far too real to some people. Understandably so and I respect that.

I did not intend to open old wounds or cause anyone pains. So before I continue writing I want to make sure I apologize for any pain “Ways of War” has caused! I deeply hope to entertain. But now that “Ways of War” is out there it has given me a new task. During my research, I found many people affected negatively by the War and the fallout from the War. From all the decisions and actions of the many who played “God” for lack of a better word.

“Ways of War” is a book about the Vietnam War. I wrote it from the perspective of an American woman who works at the University of  (Madison) Wisconsin. It surprises the main character to learn about the lies and manipulations not only within the Government but throughout humanity. I believe none of what I have put on the page is news to the American people. I think it is difficult and sometimes represents the evil we all wish didn’t exist, but I don’t think it is news. I will let the reader decide.

I mentioned above that the response relative to “Ways of War” has provided me with a new task. While I have written the next book in the series, I believe the book presents the opportunity to help heal. I’m a writer, not a doctor, so the challenge that stands before me leaves me with the question, how? How can I, an author of fiction help anyone heal? Maybe I can’t. I can, however, assist in other ways. I can listen, I can learn, I can teach and I can fund.

I can listen. As I listen to the stories, challenges, and struggles of the many Veterans suffering from PTSD and other disorders and illnesses, my heart breaks. I know there has to be a way to help. I know as I make my way into the “limelight” or public eye, I can be a voice. As time passes, I will be that voice if the public desires it. I will offer myself and whatever resources I have to support organizations that have a true desire to help.

I can learn. I will use all the information provided and learn. Those that suffer can teach me plenty. I will do what I can with what you teach me.

I can teach. With all the suffering that exists, we must be able to match that suffering with our resources and ideas. There are ways to help, we need to make the connection. Once you teach me, I will help make that connection.

I can fund. I have already promised to donate 10% of all profits from not only “Ways of War” but of profits from the complete series. It may not be enough, but it will grow.

A few people have told me they can’t read my book because it would be too painful. Sometimes the first step in healing comes with facing our fears. That statement is not a challenge or a disrespectful statement. I know my suffering, but not that of my neighbor. Only the sufferer can know when the right time is to reach out and take hold of life. I hope that every person suffering could find the strength to do so. I understand if that can’t happen.

I will judge no one. I won’t condemn or ridicule. I will only honor and respect those that give their lives for what humanity sees as the greater good. We may all be looking at that greater good through rose-colored glasses, but at least we are looking. As long as we continue to look; as long as we don’t give up, I have hopes that someday we will live together if not in peace, in tolerance.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Launch Day Has Arrived! Free Download For a Limited Time!

"Ways of War" is a work that has inspired me to take a closer look at human nature. We all have to deal with certain issues, and we struggle with behaviors that are a result of our environment. Whether we learn our behaviors from childhood or our experiences are learned as adults, we are all products of our environment. 

"Ways of War" in particular touches on the issue of PTSD through early programs that were labeled "mind control” before PTSD became the official term used for those suffering from the trauma relative to psychological abuse. Though some of what I discuss in the book may be extreme from one perspective, there are many people today that experience as much pain due to exposures that we might compare to those of the Cold War Era.

In future novels, I will be addressing or exposing if you will, the trauma of military personnel during the Vietnam War Era. Which will eventually spill into more recent wars and struggles that cause our military and their families so much stress and heartache.

I spent many hours researching the topic of mind control relative to the Cold War Era. What I learned is there are not enough hours in my lifetime to begin to touch on the mess made in the name of scientific advancements. No life is indispensable. No individual is disposable, and it breaks my heart to see the pain, so many people suffered in the name of science and for the sake of government power.

I’m only one person, and the series that I will continue to write on this topic is for entertainment sake. I know that my writing will not change what has happened to the many men (and women) who suffered and continue to suffer the pains of war. I may not be able to change anything that has happened, but I hope I can make a difference, even if it’s small one. I will be donating 10% of all profits from not only “Ways of War” but for each book, in the series to our Veterans and their families. My heart goes out to anyone who has or will struggle with these psychological disorders.




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Friday, July 14, 2017

"Ways of War" Launch Date is fast approaching!

New Release



Ways of War

This book will be hitting book stores in the US on July 15th
I’m excited for people to discover Anna Windsor’s  story.
And for a limited time, you can get the e-book for FREE on Amazon!

  

The paperback is now being released on July 15th




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Book Trailer






Excerpt


The day had barely begun, and Grant and his men were boarding the USNS Sultan. The men had orders to stay back in the stern of the ship. They would be three days en route to Pearl Harbor and would do what they could to keep from becoming bored.
Grant stood looking out over the water. It was a warm sunny day for January. The breeze coming off the water blew through his hair, the sun warmed his face, and the sound of the vessel cutting through the waves was somewhat comforting. The sound of the water splashing against the ship hypnotized his mind to recall better times. But thoughts of Vietnam kept invading Grant’s thoughts. Each time he tried to focus on something else, a vision of war would intrude, would tunnel through his memories, causing him to lose himself. He looked around, out at the ocean and the birds as they passed, envying them for their freedom.
Grant’s thoughts were interrupted yet again, this time by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled. “Hey there, Bill. What’s going on? Are you ready for this tour?”
Bill walked up to the railing and leaned over it, resting his elbows on the rail. “Yeah, sure, a piece of cake. I imagine it’ll be like all the others. Making the rounds, watching, making sure everyone behaves themselves. Kind of monotonous, but it’s better than being in combat, that’s for sure.” Bill turned his glance toward Grant.
Grant agreed, “You got that right. I just hope this mission doesn’t turn into a combat mission.”
“Gee, Grant, you don’t sound too sure we’ll avoid that mess over there. Do you think we will become that involved? I mean, to risk the lives of American men? That wouldn’t make any sense. How could it be justified? I don’t think it has become that personal.”
“Not yet anyway.” Grant looked Bill in the eye. He couldn’t help but think how young he looked. He was young, but what did that matter? He was still good. He was one of the best in his field. He was a communications operator who spoke four different languages. Grant understood that Bill’s assignment to this battalion was for that specific reason. He spoke and understood the Vietnamese language. He had even been there. Though God only knows why.
Bill was happy-go-lucky. He was tall, lanky, and full of energy. Always in good humor, a real morale booster to the guys. He’d be alright. No matter what, Grant knew Bill would make it through whatever hell he was doomed to face.
“Do you think it will happen? I mean, well I suppose, I guess anything is possible. I hope you are wrong though. I’m not looking forward to dealing with that mess.” Bill shook his head in disbelief.
“I wouldn’t worry about it yet. I haven’t heard anything that would indicate we will end up in Vietnam. At this point, we’re just keeping the peace.” Grant straightened up, pushing himself away from the rails with his arms.
“I know you’re right, but now you got me thinking. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Yeah, famous last words, ‘We’ll have to wait and see.’”
The ship’s horn blew to warn its passengers they would be docking soon. Grant looked out at the ocean one more time before heading down to collect his bag. They were in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and would remain in Waikiki for a night of liberty. Liberty, Grant thought. I won’t have liberty until I return home. With that, he headed out.
Grant walked down the gangplank as he looked out over the horizon. In the distance, he could see the Arizona. A group of men sped past him, talking fast, making plans for what they would do for the evening. Grant just smiled, remembering his early years and how exciting it had been to see all these new places. He continued on his way. He walked down to the beach, where he dropped his bag and sat down. He leaned against the bag and put his arms behind his head and thought, I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet.” His thoughts turned to Anna. He fell asleep on the beach with his thoughts of Anna to keep him company. That’s where he remained until it was time for dinner.
The evening passed quickly. Grant spent part of it in the bar talking to a couple of the captains from the base at Pearl Harbor, but it wasn’t long before the smoke and noise level got to him. He excused himself and left the bar. Grant walked down to the beach again. It seemed like that was the only place he could find peace—not only from the world but himself as well. He walked along the shoreline, the breeze gently caressing his face, blowing through his hair as if to comfort him. The ocean was his only solace—outside of Anna, that is.
After a while, Grant turned and headed back to his quarters for the night. They would be leaving for Okinawa in the morning. His final destination . . . he hoped.



Saturday, June 17, 2017

Ready, Set, Launch! - Become Part of the Excitement!

"Ways of War" has been a constant work in progress. I have spent many months laboring to bring to my readers a story that will intrigue and entertain. I am excited to tell you the
blood, sweat, and tears have finally paid off! I am ready to present “Ways of War” to the world. If you are interested in historical fiction, and would like to be part of a book launch team, this could be your opportunity to help launch “Ways of War” to the masses.

·         I am looking for avid readers (to read and review)
·         Marketers (to provide marketing advice or expertise)
·         Promotion assistance                                                   
If you are interested in working with us, please complete the Launch Team Application form below.                                  

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I look forward to the next leg of my journey, where I hope to make some good connections. I am excited to see where this road leads, and curious to see who I meet along the way.
Thank you for considering the opportunity to be part of my launch team.
Tracy Gregory

If you're interested in learning more about "Ways of War" click here.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

D-Day Tribute


Seventy-three years ago today the U.S. military landed on the beaches of Normandy, France to begin the liberation of Western Europe from Nazi control during World War II. The liberation of Europe from Nazi control was the beginning of the end for Hitler’s rule.
Let’s remember a time when men rallied around an idea that would free all humankind from a tyrant who intended to eliminate a complete set of people and terrorize those that stood in his
way….

Close your eyes and picture the scene. It is the morning of June 5, 1944, and General Dwight D. Eisenhower gives orders to begin Operation Overlord. This operation would come to be known as the largest amphibious military operation in history. General Eisenhower orders 6000 landing craft, ships and other vessels to transport 176,000 troops to begin its descent on the beaches of Normandy. Throughout the night 822 aircraft along with an additional 13,000 aircraft headed for Normandy where parachutists jumped to their possible deaths. By early morning 18,000 parachutists were already on the ground. The landing was the beginning of what would become one of the most talked about battles in history. By day’s end, 155,000 Allied troops would successfully storm the beach, though 2000 lives would be lost at Omaha Beach.

The battle may not have gone as planned the Allies, however, by the end of June could pose 850,000 men and 150,000 vehicles in Normandy where they began the march across Europe.
This story and many others will be told throughout history. Most will never tire of hearing the tale of good winning over evil. This scene along with countless others will be the light we hold in our hearts. It is the sacrifice of men, young and old who gave their lives so others would be free from such tyranny.



The story may be 73 years old but the hope is still strong today. It stands the test of time and serves as a reminder to all that the pursuit of happiness comes at a price. The cost of life and limb is a high price to pay, yet men will continue to sacrifice their precious lives for the idea and hope that all humanity can live together in peace. So today and every day of my life I salute you. I salute all those that sacrifice their time and their life to keep us safe and deliver a message of peace throughout the world. Today I repeat the words that have been sung throughout the ages, “Let Freedom Ring”.

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Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day - As We Remember


Each day is a day of which to be thankful. But as I reflect on this day, I am thankful for all those that have given their lives I may enjoy the freedoms I experience today.

I sit here thinking about the many men and women who today are far from home protecting an idea that stands above all. They protect freedom. Not just for us here in the United States, but also for those around the world that desire peace, yet still struggle to experience it.

We live in a country where people sometimes take for granted our freedoms. We think we have a right to or are entitled us to freedom. Those that think that way are misguided. The freedom we enjoy today comes at a great cost of life and limb, of blood and tears. For all those that sacrificed family, time and life, I salute you and thank you for your sacrifice.

THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS YOU!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

"Ways of War" Has Taken on a Life of Its Own


I’ve spent the last two years writing then publishing “Ways of War”. It is a process that has involved many sleepless nights and long days at work in anticipation of returning to the storyline that evolved over  time. “Ways of War” has taken on a life of its own.

Tonight as I sit back and reflect on this journey I realize that not only have I created something from nothing. Watching it expand and grow has shown me that while I have been on a journey to complete a novel, I have also been on a journey that has tested me and made me question myself and my strength. I have learned many things about myself. Some of which surprises me. The biggest surprise is I have completed it. The second is that I have become brave enough to share it. I think the third surprise is one I find most amusing. I am having fun with it.

“Ways of War” is becoming my compass. The experience is one I will use to guide me as I continue on this journey. “Ways of War” will soon be available in bookstores all over the country (maybe even the world). As I reflect on this, I realize what I’ve accomplished. It is still early in the game, but with the help of friends and family and the many souls on fire that lifts me and encourages me I will continue on my quest. I will complete “A Dangerous of Truth” which I will publish on the heels of “Ways of War”. I will then return the pen to page and create “Days of Doom” which I hope will continue to inspire and intrigue.

My final hope with this series is to create a connection. Even though the series is one of intrigue, it is also a series about people, and the struggle to survive during a time of war. This series will show how resilient human nature can be. It will also show compassion for those who in a way are been forgotten. If I can communicate a message to my readers, it will be one of hope. We must always strive to reach out to one another and be of service to those who could use a helping hand. Remember those that have served before you may do justice to them by serving others after they are gone.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

The Answer is Chocolate!

My house is not my own. It has been overrun by chaos and uncontrolled emotion. I can’t see the light of day through the gloom that crept through the door. How do I handle it?

The answer is chocolate.

My life has been a rollercoaster ride with its ups and downs, sharp turns and shortstops. One minute things are running along smoothly and then they come to a screeching halt. Or they keep going, and going, and going. How did I handle this?

The answer is chocolate.

I love my life. Without, all these trials and tribulations I may not have met my best friend. Yep, you guessed it... Chocolate.

We have to find humor in life. Laughter is the best medicine. Next to chocolate that is.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Time is Fleeting


It has been a while since my last post.

Time keeps getting in the way. Time to go to work, time to clean the kitchen, time to do the laundry, time to volunteer. Yes, I am an author, however; I am also a wife, a mother, an employee and a volunteer. Some of which I have not had time for lately, such as painting and gardening.

Time is fleeting. It comes, and it goes, and sometimes is missed. We all have many responsibilities in which to attend. And yes sometimes there are more responsibilities than there is time. Time may be fleeting, but it doesn’t have to be discouraging.

So tonight I pick pen and paper and I set aside responsibility to write. Yes, the story continues and I must record it for entertainment’s sake. Anna Winsor continues to fight that which lurks in the shadows. She has come through many trials in her life. But her life is not over yet and sorry to say neither are her trials. The web is being weaved, and the plot thickens. I am hopeful to share A Dangerous Truth this year.

So back to the tale that begs to be told. It needs an ending that will begin “Days of Doom”.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Who Will Be My Voice?

She sat in the corner, quiet as a mouse. I watched her from the door as she looked out into the room. Her eyes darted back and forth to maintain control of her situation. I hated to tell her that though she watched and waited, being backed into a corner she could never defend herself.

I couldn’t help but feel her fear. Those small eyes pierced my soul. My heart broke for her. She sat backed into that corner, her hair tussled and her clothes wrinkled and dirty. I wonder how long she had been wearing them. I noticed the bruise on her right eye. I did not doubt about from where it came. The bruise made me wonder what other wounds she had suffered during her young life.

I stepped into the room and slowly approached her. The closer I got the more I could see her at her young age of four. She stiffened as I approached her. I slowed my pace even more but continued to move forward never taking my eyes off her small body. I stopped in front of her and kneeled on the floor. I didn’t want it to appear that I was overpowering her. I wanted her to see me as a friend, not another threat.

This story is fictitious. However, there are hundreds, no thousands out there like this child that is real. These children are the victims of adults, even parents that have lost sight of the fragile state of these children. The only hope for them besides the resilience that hides behind the fear is the CASA that will be their voice.

I am sure you have heard the statement “we are in an opioid crisis.” This crisis is affecting the children of the addicts at an ever-increasing rate. These children are going through the court system, some without an adult to support them and be their voice.  CASA of New Hampshire is looking for good people to be advocates for these children. Every day people are stepping up to this challenge. However, it isn’t enough. CASA needs more good people to be the voice of the children in need. If you would consider stepping up to this challenge, you will find a reward beyond words. The smile of a child who knows they are safe and loved is priceless.


If you are interested in becoming a CASA or would just like more information, please contact CASA of New Hampshire at (603)626-4600 or e-mail speakup@casanh.org.  The CASA of NH website address is https://casanh.org/