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I'm a traditionally and self published author. I write in the genre of children and YA at the moment but working my way up to adults. I'm a sports loving, photo taking gal who loves to sing/dance to my own enjoyment. I love to laugh even at myself. I am also owned by 8 birds and 2 hamsters, and yes they know it. :)

Mother and Father’s Day

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This past week we celebrated Mother’s Day and soon we will be celebrating Father’s Day. Two holidays where moms and dads of families get to be spoiled, treated to a meal, flowers, gifts, cards and what other items the family can think off.

One year my husband knew I needed new tires on my car but could not afford them at the time. That was my gift for Mother’s Day. I was thrilled and hugged him and said thank you repeatedly. A lot of people thought that was not a real gift, to me it was. My husband has a way of giving me something that I need just about every year.

Granted when we first got married it was cards, flower and food which are the tradition and classic items. But over the years he has evolved. He has bought me plane tickets so I could go back home to Maine to visit my family. He has bought me dress clothes for work. It goes on.

To me that says someone who is paying attention and observing what his wife really needs. I love him for it. I have a good one in my husband. For Father’s Day I have to come up with something good that will show him how awesome he is. At least I have some time to think of something.

My home town library in Maine

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My home town has a small library. Thanks to a grant that was approved they were able to build a second room. It is nothing fancy but it is amazing for a number of reasons. First it is run by two sisters who happen to both be nuns. Another the history of the Acadians is there for us to look over. My family on both sides are such.

I have given a copy of each of my books to them and will continue to do so to do my part in helping them out. Walking into the library a few weeks ago I came across the stand that houses my novels, along with the feather of Jasper and his bio that I included as a package. The sisters had sent me a picture of it which thrilled me but to see it in person gave me some satisfaction that I was helping out.

Growing up the only library I had access to was the one at school and the times were limited for us to go explore. I love libraries, I am at mine so often that the staff thinks I work there or should. The many things they offer, all free, is diverse and finding something to do there is easy. I am thrilled that now my home town has one and that it is growing and run by a board of dedicated people.

Who knows what is in store for them and what I will find next time I am home. I am excited for them and the community for what is to come.

It’s almost May already

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It is almost May already. Where has the time gone? It seems every year goes faster than the year before. But why?

I asked my mom this question last year and this is what she said. “ When we are younger, we are to busy living our lives to think about time. We are on the go-go go and life seems to go on forever. When we are older we have slowed down as well as our bodies. We don’t have much time left on this earth in comparison to the young. So in essence time goes by faster for us.” Okay, I am paraphrasing what she said but this asbout sums it up.

I paused after she told me this. It made sense. For years I had pondered this question not giving much thought to asking anyone. It took my mom to break it down to where I could nod and realize this is what it was.The older may be older but we can learn so much from them if we just give them a chance to speak. Plus we need to listen, not just hear what they are saying but to really listen. A skill a lot of us don’t have.

Whether we want to hear the advice or not, we should at least pay attention. They are smarter than we might give them credit for. And there is always the side perk of making them feel good, a win win in my book any time of the day.

The things my mom has said to me I have tried to record. It may not always work for me or make sense but eventually a time will arise and I can say, “Ah, that’s right mom explained that to me.”

May I pay more attention to living instead of paying attention to the time.