Go West! You Won’t be Sorry!
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Want to take a Cruise?
My Own Pineapple Paper Chase Adventure!
Many readers have asked how book ideas come to fruition. Is it inspired by a place, an adventure, or perhaps something I have personally faced? My fiction is truly a blend of imagination, research, and a touch of my own experiences.
In my book, Silver Cowgirls Ride Again, the women discover the courage to face their fears in the Pineapple Paper Chase on a Caribbean island. The adventures woven into the story are drawn from my own life. Still, the island itself was created from my imagination. The result was a distinctive island as realistic as I could invent.
I am grateful for the extraordinary adventures and successes I have experienced through my writing journey. In celebration, we booked our first cruise to nine islands in the Caribbean. It was a delightful revelation to discover that my fictional island of St Tiersa, my own invention, was much like a Caribbean island known as "the nature island."
The island called Dominica possesses a unique habitat. The people of Dominica are self-sustaining and live in harmony with their environment. Because our Viking ship was small, we were able to dock at a port inaccessible to larger vessels, making us the only ship present that morning. A lone ship on an ominous morning, we sailed through murky fog and drizzle. I thought perhaps this was to be a bad weather day. Wrong.
Dominica is a mountainous island blanketed with rain forest and lemongrass, home to nine active volcanoes and, as locals say, a river for every day of the year. The mountains of Dominica rise from the landscape, creating multiple peaks on the horizon. Along the coastline, the beaches plunge directly into the sea, sand blended with black rocks, remnants of ancient lava flows. The winding roads that cut through the dense greenery, offer both challenge and breathtaking views. Because of the different terrains there was sunshine, mist, fog and rainbows.
Homes are clustered into the rugged landscape with an appearance that they also fall into the ocean. As our cruise ship approached, the morning was filled with eerie screams, a mix of rooster cock-a-doodles with (as I soon learned), the sounds of chicken frogs or crapaud. These frogs have an average length of 7 to 8 inches and are on the endangered species list. Dominica is also home to freshwater crabs which can only be eaten two days out of the year.
The people of Dominica were very welcoming and the Kalinago are indigenous to the island. We were invited with open arms to lunch and dance with them in celebration. (Yes, that's me dancing in the picture above my dear Scott!)
The adventures above were only the tip of the iceberg. Visiting such an inspiring island was truly a blessing, as it allowed me to immerse myself in an magical place like St Tiersa, my imaginary creation. I want to thank the wonderful people of Dominica, our tour guide and Viking.
Deciding to follow my heart has proved to be a journey. I hope you can find your adventure! If you can’t make the trip to the Carribean, reading The Silver Cowgirls Ride Again will bring an island to life!
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Shedding Winter and Inhibitions
Shedding Winter and Inhibitions
Poker and I at Talisman
after a good brushing!
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Yes, at last, spring has arrived! Spring means shedding, hair and inhibitions.
While shedding inhibitions can be scary especially at my age, it can be the first step to transform one’s life and follow a dream.
When my daughter was eight, she joined 4-H. I shed my inhibitions and purchased a steer. I didn’t want to force my love of the horse on her, so I stepped out of my box when she showed an interest in the Beef Club. This was a scary year as a single mom, and I could only afford a mediocre steer. Our steer, named Blackjack, unfortunately, lacked not only in beauty and personality, but wasn’t the warmhearted, loveable steer other 4-Hers groomed to win the championship at the end of the year.
Instead, Blackjack was a mammoth, mean soul. He w
ould stampede any living being over like an 1100-pound freight train, kick like a bucking bronco and wrestle the lead to be freed as soon as he heard the snap click. So, I had to do most of the work to protect my 40 pound eight-year-old from possible injury. Although, my daughter rose to the task, (because in 4-H parents are not allowed to enter the ring to assist) I cringed every time she showed him with only the aid of an older 4-H'er. To make the learning experience even more horrible, steers have other problems. One could never have enough stock in paper towels. No steer is exempt from the sh%$$#%^ts, a constant stream of loose, runny cow patties out the rear. Everyone is constantly yelling “paper towel”, “I need paper towels” because no one wants to enter the ring with a rump caked in…well you understand.
That year (of shedding inhibitions and a mom shedding tears) had two outcomes at the final championship sale:
- Through our hard work with Blackjack and seeking out our own incredible sponsors, my daughter’s steer out bid the reserve champion steer when sold. An impressive feat. Some beef club members wouldn’t speak to us at the next meeting, (they did get over it when the leader commended us on on how to raise money through hard work) and we sure made a lasting impression. Most of all, we created irreplaceable memories and an example of how to shed inhibitions.
- We knew we loved horses!
JJ winning the Ranch Riding at the 2017 4-H championship!
What great memories!
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At the recent 2026 Horse Expo in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania book signing, I shed inhibitions and managed my own booth! What a successful event! Beautiful readers and horses created a lasting memory! I will be back next year, hopefully with new novels, Silver Cowgirls Go Gold and Private Mom II! The women in Silver Cowgirls and in my books emulate shedding your inhibitions. Be strong, try a change even if it is only by the tip of your high heel like Ava Kennedy in Private Mom!
Keep an eye out for my featured articles in On The Bit Magazine spring and summer issues coming soon. Thank you to for all of the support and readership. You all keep me going.
So good luck, go shed your own inhibitions to face new adventures and chase your dreams! Don’t forget to reach to me and tell your story. Who knows, could be the next theme of a novel!
Me and my bestie at the Horse Expo:
Thank you to all who attended and congrats to the winner of the door prize Sylvia M! Sending soon.
I would love to see you in Denton Maryland, on May 2, at A Novel Idea Book Fest with Fran Severn Levy, Riders of a Certain Age!
Happy Reading!
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Did Someone Hear A Bell
I lived in Southern Pennsylvania for most of my life. Winter memories are stored in my heart like scenes out of a Currier and Ives postcard. We lived down a winding lane where my house was tucked away next to my only neighbors, my dear parents.
Those winters were filled with shoveling and plowing amid snowball fights, building snowmen, and carving toboggan runs, as exhilarating as the Indy 500. The crisp snow would sting our skin as it slipped into our boots, and inside our gloves with frozen mini-crystal balls. No one complained, we had the time of our lives. Of course, the magic always faded when it was time to head off to work the next day.
Snowcrete on Kent Island
As I sit in my new home on Kent Island in Maryland, I find myself encountering a new experience.
Snowcrete.
Unlike the powdery snow of my childhood, this storm delivered a solid sheet of ice at least six inches, as unyielding as concrete. The snowcrete, as the locals call it, could be used as a foundation for the next Empire State Building! There is no hope of shoveling or plowing, making a snowman or having snowball fights, and a four-wheel-drive vehicle doesn’t make a difference in the unmovable cement. The only hope of getting a daily fix outside is a possible skate to the mailbox at the end of the lane, which is quite a distance and, at my age, rather treacherous. The talk on the island, “It hasn’t been this way since 1970.”
And now…
The Bay today!
As I am imprisoned at my keyboard, this snowcrete has caused me to reflect on those winter childhood memories. What I miss most is my doorbell. In my youth, the doorbell inside most every home consisted of long hollow tubes hanging from either a plastic or metal box. Most played the same traditional “Westminster Chimes.” According to the Carroll County Comet article by Susan Holsinger, this sequence of notes makes up the fifth and sixth bars of “I Know My Redeemer Liveth” from Handel’s “Messiah.”
The Old Fashion Door Bell
The doorbell symbolized home and family, who in our house were usually congregated in the kitchen. At the first note of melody, everyone raced toward the front door. My mother or grandmother usually in the lead after shoving us kids aside. We stampeded in a train down a long narrow hallway from the kitchen. Grandma wringing her hands in her apron preparing to greet whoever with eager expectation.
The Ring of Fairy Dust
In my daily routine, writing is solitary. I spend hours waiting for responses from editors and publishers, which test my patience—never my strong suit. The ring doorbell is plugged in unnoticed somewhere in the house and breaks the monotony with a sweet sound as if from Tinkerbell herself is zipping around the room sprinkling her magic dust. I rush toward the door, leaping over my dog Scarlett, who bulldozes her way to greet the arrival with the same enthusiasm as my grandmother decades ago. We are in search of presents; the delivery of packages from Amazon or a new blouse from Macy’s—small presents that I hide before hubby gets home!
Getting ready for the big show!
I must admit the snowcrete here is just as beautiful as bygone days and is ringing the bells of inspiration to create more surprises for 2026! It is locking me in to prepare for my next big event where I hope to see you!
Come see me at The Horse World Expo, Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex with special guest authors, Montie Eagle and Maria Hilagras! This show will kick off my new writing adventure for 2026!
Fingers-crossed that my non-fiction, The Garden of Horses Between Us, and my fictions, Private Mom II and The Last Butterfly will be headed to the publisher later this year!
Happy Reading!
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Healing from Horses
Do you ever feel overwhelmed?
I have been working on my next novel, The Secret Life of….. This project has been lurking on my computer and consistently calling my name for decades- no kidding. I have now vowed to address this novel before I dive deeper into another.
The Secret Life of….
The words and chapters have been ruminating inside me and I have reached the crucial point of dissection; too many words. This stage of editing can be daunting. When I need a break or diversion, I head to a place of enlightenment, a place that has changed me forever with no words, only hugs and whinnies!
THE BARN
Photo credit Susan Hale
I have found that when feeling overwhelmed or unappreciated, volunteering is simply fulfilling because of what it gives back to my heart, especially when the staff is furry!
The incredible healing of horses!
Let me tell you about Talisman Therapeutic Equestrian Center-=q, where horses provide healing!
After even one session of working and watching these creatures transforming the lives of children, veterans, the elderly, and every human they touch, I can return to my writing desk changed and recharged to tackle the novel or other issues. There is never a moment after I volunteer that I feel unappreciated. Instead, I leave feeling blessed. They have given so much more to me than I could give them. If you search for an uplift in your life, please consider volunteering or donating. A single lesson requires multiple assistants along with the instructor. All of which is funded by donations.
To help continue the life-changing programs at Talisman Therapeutic Riding, consider making a gift here: https://talismantherapeuticriding.org/donate/
So on to the dissection of The Secret Life of…. Sorry the title is a secret!
But hopefully coming soon!
Reading can relieve life pressures too!
What better than novels with furry characters and strong WOMEN!
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Retiring With A Vision
Have I told you I am afraid of birds? (Thank you, Alfred Hitchcock and his dreadful movie,
The Birds.)
Although this fear of feathered friends has not stopped me from reaching the age of retirement, I have decided to include birds in my future vision. Meet Miss Piggy, a Gyrfalcon. At our first meeting, Miss Piggy was only 17 weeks old, but not small in size by any means. She was already on her way to a possible 63 inch wingspan. Ms. Piggy will grow to become one of the largest breeds of falcons in existence. This raptor is known for its size and powerful hunting abilities.
Why would I even consider entering her cage, and how would she be connected to my vision for retirement?
In the above picture, Falcons are hooded by Falconers to remove their primary sense of sight, which is extremely sensitive. This allows for safe transport and controls their environment to focus on training. Removal of the hood indicates the time to hunt and builds a trust relationship between falcon and falconer. When the hood is on the falcon, it is called being hoodwinked
Recently, I have been focused on expanding the list of publications I query. The beauty
industry included. I have stored a collection of journals from my forty years of
practice that are jammed on every shelf of an old refrigerator.
In my past, I have neglected to send even one article to publications specializing in cosmetology, barbering or simply beauty for one simple reason. I was hoodwinked much like Miss Piggy in the above picture. Hoodwinked by one critic’s remarks.
Years prior, I had queried a well-known beauty industry organization proposing an article for
their publication. The rejection came quick in one sentence, “We only accept articles from our visionaries.” No apology or no let me down gently with an, “after review, we simply cannot…”Just a blunt, “You are not one of our visionaries.”
A single rejection ended my querying in the industry I spent decades contributing to in so many ways, from simply styling to owning a business, and mentoring. And although rejection and writing go hand in hand, this response sliced my heart. I felt hoodwinked into being a chicken!
Placing your work into the public eye is like presenting your soul on a platter. Rejection is the serrated edge that shreds it into pieces. I was not confident enough to try again at that time.I can tell you one thing: At this age, I do have a vision. I will be writing and submitting as I turn the corner in my next chapter of life. This time before submitting, I reached out to the publication editor, “Just whom do you consider a visionary?” To my surprise, she answered. “We have a visionary team, consisting of our largest sponsors, you know, Redken, Goldwell, TIGI etc…”
Well, I too am a visionary, and I will not be hoodwinked again! I decided my future retirement will include inspirational people and organizations who offer more than a simple rejection.
Organizations like Talisman Therapeutic Riding Center, which bring hope through equines and people like Jon Shaw and, of course, Miss Piggy.
When I heard about Jon Shaw through a fund raiser at Talisman. I immediately was intrigued. I had to research this man who is a lifelong expert on the ancient art of Horseback Falconry. This is not a sport but a form of hunting before even the invention of the musket. When he invited me to join Miss Piggy’s socialization training as she learns to hunt on horseback how could I say no. Never suspecting I would truly become an involved participant.
Notice my eyes are shut. But I am smiling at this accomplishment not only for Miss Piggy but mainly me! Thankfully, Yuma (the equine expert) was relaxed for all of us and a pro at her job!
My retirement vision:
Don’t be hoodwinked,
join the hunt, face your fears!
Please join me as I write future articles (and novels) about the journey with Miss Piggy, Jon Shaw, and Talisman Therapeutic Equestrian Center, where they deliver hope to so many.
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Some Things Do Last Forever!
Stuff! Too much stuff. I have a treasure trove of family heirlooms passed through my generations; strange glassware, unusual statues, moth-smelling scarves, gaudy jewelry and yes, a bear rug. (More on the rug later!)
As I am packing, I have become quite envious of my daughter who has developed into a minimalist. With the growing conviction that I do not want to leave her with the same burden others left me, I decided not to encumber my life with extra baggage from this move.
Besides, nothing last forever, right?
Wrong…
Yes, most things fade … except memories, feelings, and smiles will imprint on your heart forever.
Take my glass camel pitcher or is it a teapot? The one I have wrapped and toted from house to house even though it’s ancient and chipped. The pitcher is the oddest; a camel lying down, the lid, his colorful saddle with a rattan handle.
Look closely and you can see the
broken green saddle bar.
The pitcher belonged to my Great Aunt Hilda who had a perpetual smile and a seventy-year marriage to the love of her life. She would be well over 130 years if alive. Aunt Hilda made everyone smile even though she broke almost everything she touched. My mother once said that I took after her. “Just like Aunt Hilda, you are shushly.”
My mother explained how her Aunt Hilda would dust for my grandmother who was overwhelmed with a houseful of seven children. “She needed help caring for her family, so she called on Aunt Hilda.” I remember Mom giggling, “she broke everything when she dusted. But she sure made us smile.”
When my mother passed, I rediscovered the camel glassware. The discovery made me flash back to Great Aunt Hilda. Every summer morning as a child when she watched me, she would cook me a Birdie in the Nest egg sandwich. (Click on the words to see the recipe!) I would spend the morning playing UNO with them at an outdated metal framed kitchen table with the red-Formica top. My Aunt would howl every time Uncle Albert or I yelled UNO, and the jovial rolls under her chin and folded arms jiggled like we were experiencing an earthquake.
As I grew older, Aunt Hilda had additional reasons that made me smile. Reasons my mother would shudder in horror about if she knew. Great Aunt Hilda had no reservations explaining the Birds and the Bees. A woman ahead of her time, she enlightened me on the subject and how enjoyable relations could be.
Our little secret. Perhaps, those secrets are for a later story.
The camel, broken or not, is a priceless relic to me. I would be tossing Aunt Hilda in the trash not to mention my mother’s smile.
How could I throw her away? The family relics like the camel; glassware, statues, scarves, jewelry and yes, the bear rug in the first picture, all spark cherished memories.
I came to a decision I could live with…I would share my smiles!
I didn’t shoot the bear. I couldn’t, I am not by any description a hunter. But when my daughter begged for a bear rug for our rustic and western themed décor, after much loss in our lives, I wanted to make her smile. I had to find one. By pure luck, or should I say by divine angels, a dear client had one to give away! I had no choice but to inherit it. For many years, the bear stained a smile on our hearts and not to mention was an interesting topic of conversation in our home.
Today I am moving and the fuzzy bear would never fit into my coastal decor. I loved the bear rug, and my client, who without knowing free of charge, created glimmers of happiness in our chaotic lives.
I decided to pass the feeling on.
When I received a ‘thank you’ and a snapshot of the young boy embracing our beloved bear, I was left with a delightful lasting memory as well as his mother and grandmother.
Letting go is redeeming and refreshing especially when permanently stamped with a smile that may linger forever. Some things do last forever!
I am not positive to whom I will share the unique camel pitcher, but I do hope my stories will leave every reader with an interminable impression. One that makes them smile to escape from their chaotic world!
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Who Rescued You?
Have you ever been so nervous that you feared freezing mid-sentence or blurting out the wrong word? My recent TV interview with Amy Khem was indeed a privilege but, I almost cancelled because I was overwhelmed with apprehension.
Everyone at Good Day PA on ABC27 was professional and inviting. However, my insides were electrified with terror. I feared becoming star-struck, staring into space, consumed in a complete daze the moment the director announce,”on the air in five, four, three, two, one…” I imagined being frozen in a hypnotic trance, mumbling the words, “Where was I going with this?”
At my age, this phenomenon of brain relapsing can happen several times a day, only this time I would be in front of thousands of viewers. Amy Kehm the host, proved to be an expert.
She promised to pull me through the interview, and rescue she did!
Amy saved the moment like many others in my life; my publisher, my editor, my grammar guru, and the one beta-reader I distressed over more than any other reader. The thought of this particular reader reviewing my literary labors of love sends daggers into the pit of my stomach!
Fear coerces us to say no to new adventures. Fear makes copping out easy. Ultimately, this creates feelings of regret. So it is a blessing when there is an Amy Kehm or a beta-reader who can restore your morale to new heights. I remember, (as a teenager who worried too much about what others thought,) when another living
creature rescued me from a dark abyss.
It was a beautiful day for a riding lesson on my heart horse. A thoroughbred named Joe. At the time, I did not own a horse of my own, but the instructor graciously offered Joe for me to ride or simply groom whenever I wanted. What a gift. We developed as quite a team, Joe and I, after one moment when I learned that Joe always had my back.
It was the final show of the year. The worse kind. A jump off with other students at the farm. Students my age that I wanted to impress with my style. Instead of the typical riding jodhpurs, I foolishly attired myself in my favorite over-worn bell bottom jeans, which were getting weak at the seams. What was I thinking? Who worried about red-carpet style at the barn? I wasn’t thinking about anything but me,
certainly not Joe.
I can’t really remember how many students were present. Nor the course or how many jumps. There was a small audience of parents and friends. Upon seeing the crowd and the three-foot jumps ( a first for me), my entire body stung with fear.
It was merely the first jump when the dreadful incident occurred. We were mid-air, Joe soaring over the first set of three-foot rails as I heard the horrid ripping sound. As soon as I felt the wind on my tush, I knew exactly what happened.
My bell bottom jeans split up the back seam revealing my psychedelic neon, lime bikini underwear. My mind raced with only one thought, flee! I wanted to leap off, and quit. Not Joe. He thought of us.
Joe cleared the first jump without any help from me. I wasn’t sitting in position, my heels weren’t down, and I gripped the reins too tightly, which forced the metal bit to see-saw in his mouth. How completely wrong as a rider, but I was wallowing in humiliation as my body banged my faithful steed from all angles. Joe should have been angry, but instead reached new heights in everyone’s heart.
My honorable steed cleared each fence in perfect pattern and form, even with my sideshow underwear peeking out through my flapping jeans. Beneath the snickers,
Joe impressed onlookers with his style.
Joe pulled me through like my most dreaded beta-reader whom I will forever miss…
My Mom.
My mom was the essence of a rarely pleased critic; a Goldilocks in search of perfection. Perhaps it was her own dread of failure or her phobia of MY failure.
But on the day she received her diagnosis of a brain tumor while we sat in the reception area of the doctor’s office, she told me she read my first book, Spurred to Justice, in two days and loved it.
Trust me, my mom wasn’t afraid to burden me with an honest review. After her acknowledgment, we sat before her scheduled appointment, editing the first chapter, unsuspecting the outcome of her brain scan. This moment I will hold ever so close in my heart. Thank you to all the Moms, Amys’, and Joes’ in our lives.
The rescuers.
There would be no sanity to life without them. Who rescued you? The concept of others ( including furry friends supporting your back,) is the theme of The Silver Cowgirls series. I felt the story in my heart. I hope you do too.
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Stick to Your Dreams!
Every profession has its hazards, and hairstyling is no exception. Although not as death-defying as a skyscraper window washer in New York City, working with the public can be challenging.
Some client issues seem simple and merely unpleasant to others, yet these
concerns can have a lasting effect on one’s morale.
On Tuesday, I was needled the entire day by a painful problem that was ignited after my first client, Lois. Lois is a long-time, loyal patron.
Although always well overdue for a haircut, she generously brings me homemade soups, always praises my work, and shares genuine conversation, which usually touches my heart. Her hair carpets her head in luscious waves so thick it seems impossible to penetrate to the scalp with shampoo.
Lois’s eight-week appointment was like any other. With such longstanding devotion, I take extra time talking. We shared our happenings, both happy and sad, while I was trimming away. After Lois left, there was enough remnants on the floor to make
a shag rug which I swept away. Unfortunately, she had left me with something else. Lois had speared me with an unbearable problem. No matter what I did to forget her, she had burdened me with a constant stabbing reminder that would not be resolved until the day was over. I was stuck with Lois all day.
Sticking to something can be good unless it is Lois doing the sticking. Take for example, Liberty Cunningham, who can stick on a horse like glue even if
she is dangling from the side or flipping on the backs of two galloping steeds.
Here I am with , Liberty Cunningham, Pro Rodeo Trick Rider,
Roman Rider, Liberty Horse
Liberty has been riding since she could walk. But her real dream was trick riding. Now as a mere teen, through her determination, she is a national sensation. She navigates several horses in jaw-dropping performances. Thoughts of Liberty are cemented with me as I work on an article about her amazing feats. Please check out Liberty at the Equine Affaire in Ohio just two weeks away, and savor her fascinating show.
How about a friendship that sticks for decades. Take Lucy and Ethel. True friends are always there with a helping hand no matter the physical distance that sets them apart. They stick like Liberty to a horse.
Please join me at The Ohio Equine Affaire, April 11 and 12, where equine and non-equine friends stick together. I invite you to visit me at booth 113, The Plaid Horse Magazine and pick up an April issue, free!
I will be graciously sharing The Plaid Horse booth with Fran Severn Levy, author of Riders of a Certain Age. Come witness Liberty Cunningham, other incredible stars, and, of course, the breathtaking horses. This is an event that will stick in your mind forever!
As for my client Lois, she was still clinging to me when I arrived home on Tuesday night. I frantically stripped in the hope of ripping her away. One of the dangers of hairdressing is actually hair. When hair is cut in small sections they transform into an armory of terrorizing weapons know as hair splinters. (Certainly a form of torture in medieval times.). Some people have fine, soft hair, others coarse or unruly, but no matter the texture, when hair is cut the individual strand becomes a needle splintering into your clothes and your skin. Call it a job hazard.
Lois was nestled in my shoes, in my socks, in my pants, in my shirt, in my bra and other undergarments. She was jabbing me like steel pins. Lois’s hair splinters were roosted against me the entire day and quite annoying. But seeing Lois every eight weeks is worth the poke.
The lasting memories of clients like Lois far out outweigh the pain and will stick with me for a lifetime. Sticking to the dream is what life is all about!
A good book can stick with you, too. That was my hope when writing the Silver Cowgirls, which is based on four women who reconnect after three decades. That friendship is rekindled in The Silver Cowgirls Ride Again. And perhaps the Silver Cowgirls will gallop into a Golden trilogy?
Join me on a renewed writing journey and enjoy my latest series.
Your support means the world—happy reading!
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The Dismal Days Before A Precious Gift!
If you read last month’s blog, can guess which one is me in the picture above? This was one of the treasures I have discovered in my recent winter purge. I am smashed in the middle with my flirty bangs. But why my dismal expression?
As I am purging, I am filling together pieces of my life. I think I know why I was miserable in this photo with my sister and my father styling his infamous crew cut.
But back to that later.
The wonderful attribute about hoarders is they keep every note, every snip of artwork and every family photo from the past. Such a collection was one of the family treasures my parents left my sisters and I to organize and share. A daunting task. But every ounce they saved was a golden gift. (Well, most of it.)
Even though it is the month of Cupid’s kisses, February can be dismal; a hallway that is sometimes dark and cold connecting January to Spring. Perhaps a reason why we should focus on hearts and the magic of love. One like my parents.
Their love stretched a lifetime most of which I was a part of. However, before my siblings and I were even a thought in their hearts, they were simply
Joan & Joe. They dated twenty-four months until my father was sent across the globe on a ship. The Korean War. A dark part of their story. The hallway between dating and forever. But in that aching time, my parents managed to leave us a treasure that told the story of their deep love.
Love letters were saved in stacks and in shoeboxes tied with ribbons. The precious articles that now fit in one half of the old refrigerator where I store my journals and important memories. These pictures and letters are my future project. I have unearthed my parent’s love story. My father, (obviously the romantic of the two) the artist, the dreamer, and the writer.
I remember my father would occasionally slip one of the letters in a fresh envelope and address it to my mother. Then he would ask me to take it to the mailbox for Valentine’s Day. He was an old romantic. Although, my mother would say, “Oh, Joe you are ridiculous saving this stuff,” she was the one who retained the stacks of letters.
(Look for this non-fiction book in the future.)
Then there are the relics; the Voice–O–Graph.
I never knew such an age-old technology existed. Today when we can instantly share our images on Facetime and Zoom, a foggy voice spinning around on a 45 player seems archaic. The voice-o-graph was called the ideal greeting card. I am so excited to embark on their love letters. A part of their lives when I was not even a thought in their journey together.
These letter and records give me chills! The realization of their love, which stretched across the world, was tested by distance and war.
Decades later, I was truly smashed in the middle. Their legacy was raising three sisters: the love child, the princess, and me-the middle. Of course, I was the cream of the Oreo cookie.
So back to my first picture above. My distressed expression. I am sure that was the day I was informed my dream of a pony would be placed on hold.
My parents announced I was receiving an even better present.
A baby sister or brother. (No telling at that time.) Little did I know,
she was indeed a precious gift; my baby sister and one of my best friends. (As they both are.)
P.S. I did get my pony in due time.
Never too late!
So back to that hairdressing novel with butterflies, beauticians and of course an enduring LOVE!
Join me on a renewed writing journey and enjoy my latest series. Happy February and remember I will be signing at the Horse Expo in Harrisburg. Drop by and say HI!
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Finding Hope in a Bad Haircut During a Winter Freeze
Yup, that is me. Second grade. The day school pictures were taken. The day after someone decided to trim (no mutilate) my bangs. Perhaps a frustrated hairstylist?
More on that disaster later.
The last thing anyone wanted this week was a snowstorm followed by a winter freeze. But when dealing with the wrath of nature, we have no choice. I should have appreciated the hibernation time to finish my seventh novel. Unfortunately, I could not focus. Instead, I walked away from my computer and decided that the winter hibernation was the perfect time to purge.
Yes. Purge and organize.
Purging brings a feeling of freshness. In my case, I went from an overwhelming feeling of being imprisoned under a mound of snow to hope. I spent the morning hours rummaging through old pictures and books, a collection that would put the Library of Congress to shame; inevitably I discovered surprising treasures.
God works in mysterious ways. My latest novel is a fiction based on forty years of working in a salon behind the chair. The salon was co-owned with my husband, Richard Martin, who passed in 2007. The stylists and the clients were the nucleus of our lives. I had been struggling with the last revisions of this seventh novel. The novel encompasses a fictional salon based on my experiences, paralleled with a rhetorical theme of butterflies. I had reached a lull in organizing the dynamics and flow of the story. I was wondering after three hundred-plus pages and several grueling rounds of edits, if this was even worth my efforts. Toss the whole silly idea in the trash.
And then I found a book hidden among the masses…
This Golden Library of Knowledge, a sixty-nine cent book in a series from 1942, was an oddity. I had no clue where it came from or how it landed in my collection. I picked up the book. Upon opening the first page, I was flabbergasted at the author’s name.
Richard Martin.
I blinked. A 1942 book about butterflies is no big deal, right? (Unless you happen to be writing a novel encompassing a butterfly theme.) I stared at the author’s name. Richard Martin was my partner in business and deceased husband. Of course, Richard was not born in 1942 and upon closer examination the letter ‘A’ was not his middle initial. Clearly, my Richard wasn’t responsible for this Golden Book of Knowledge. But how surreal! Was this a message from heaven about these beautiful insects, or about my novel moving forward?
The snow outside was melting as my bookshelves were slimming down. I was recharged with the hope that my novel was on the right track. I returned to my computer, and fingers typing away on the keyboard in new resilience.
So what does that all have to do with the picture I found of my disastrous second grade haircut.
Second grade was a tumultuous year for me. I helplessly lost a favorite uncle right in my presence, we moved from my childhood home (a home I loved) and my princess-of-a-baby sister was born, all altering my life forever. At the time, as a seven year old, I felt imprisoned under an avalanche. The night before pictures it was I, alone, who chomped a whooping chunk from my hair with no style intended.
My mother (who always had my back) came to the rescue. She was a bookkeeper by trade but could handle a pair of sewing scissors like John Wayne could maneuver a revolver in True Grit. She cut a straight line (well semi-straight) and connected it to my way-above the brow slice. Although a little short, by third grade, I had transformed into the Bell of the Ball with a new wispy style! My mother giving me hope and much needed confidence!
AND they were flirty and just the right length!
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Happy Holidays! Blessings, New News, Winners & a Christmas Recipe!
First Blessings!!!
Yes, that’s my father with my daughter, nearly 23 years ago. What a blessing he was, both as a father and as a grandfather. As we enter this season of gratitude, I’ve been rummaging through old photos, reflecting on the incredible gift that God gave me through my parents.
This year has been monumental for my writing journey, filled with milestones—new books completed and awards received. But, as with all of life, joy and sadness often walk hand in hand. This will be my first year without my father, and now, both of my parents. They were gracious, selfless, humble, and kind. Though the pain of their absence is immense, I’m reminded that the love and life they shared with my sisters and me is irreplaceable.
As we celebrate this season, I find comfort in the memories of their love and the blessings they’ve left behind.
What’s this? A new novel? Yes! If you’re looking for a perfect gift, The Silver Cowgirls Ride Again, the sequel to The Silver Cowgirls, has officially hit the shelves! It’s been an exciting year for this series, with The Silver Cowgirls winning first place in the Western Fiction category at the Equus Film and Arts Festival and second place in the Chick Lit category at the Black Chateau Bookfest. The support from readers has been overwhelming, and I’m so grateful.
Thank you for your continued love and encouragement!
And here’s the future news: Yes, there’s another novel already deep into the editing process. Over three hundred pages of intense typing and mind-blowing storytelling. This upcoming Chick Lit novel will have readers hooked from the first page, packed with horses, butterflies, and—guess what?—beauticians.
I can’t wait to share more. Stay tuned for updates!
My writing journey has been both rewarding and challenging, but it wouldn’t have been possible without the incredible support of readers, family, and friends. A huge thank you to Taborton Books, Equine Affairs, and Lavender Acres Winery (you have to try their delicious wines and what a beautiful venue!! ) for their warmth and hospitality. Their support has meant the world to me!
AND for some even more exciting news…I will let you let you in on a secret: Look for the Silver Cowgirls to be SHINING in Time square!
At my last two book signings, attendees had the chance to win a fun basket filled with great goodies! Congratulations to the winners, Jody W. and Tammi D.! Please reach out to me so I can send your prizes!
Christmas brings to mind perfect moments with my family. My mother and I would host the holiday at the country home where I was raised, just next door. Those Christmas memories are like a Currier and Ives painting, forever imprinted in my heart. As I move forward, they will always remain with me. I will close by sharing one of my favorite recipes to make this time of year Favorite Beef Tenderloin By Paula Deene https://www.pauladeen.com/recipe/bourbon-beef-tenderloin/
As the year comes to a close, I want to extend my warmest wishes to all of you. May your holidays be filled with joy, laughter, and a good book by your side. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year—here’s to new stories, new adventures, and a year full of inspiration!
I will talk to you again in the New Year with more updates, pics and recipes too! Until then feel free to reach out –
I would love to hear about your Christmas memories!
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Giving Thanks
This past year has been a gift even in the midst of change and loss. But with the support of faith, family, friends, co-workers and readers, I have so much gratitude in my heart. Many new opportunities in my writing adventure have evolved. My latest series has galloped into the hearts of many and I am honored that The Silver Cowgirls has secured a second place award in the Chick Lit Women’s Fiction category at this years The Bookfest with Black Chateau Enterprises. The sequel, The Silver Cowgirls Ride Again has leaped on to book shelves this month! After a safe four day book signing in Massachusetts the novels were received with anxious minds! Thank you to all!
The series makes a great gift for any friend horse lover or reader who wants to dare to live their dreams at any age! And the perfect gift for the mystery lover on your list is my Spurred to series.
Books available here!
For my local readers I’d love for you to join me tomorrow night at Lavender Acres Winery if you’re able! I’ll be there signing books. If you can’t make it, be sure to check out the pictures from the event afterward!
Wishing you a joyful and blessed Thanksgiving!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and kindness.
P.S. I would love to hear from you. Contact me and your reviews are always welcome!
https://www.goodreads.com/alicia_stephens_martin or on Amazon
Scarlett Swims and Other Amazing First-Time Adventures!
The first time for anything is usually both a rush of anxiety and exhilaration. This past month I was blessed with many first adventures!
First, I had the privilege to meet and study under Hank Phillippi Ryan, A USA Today best-selling author, multiple Emmy winner, and most recently author of 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 – if you enjoy a heart-pounding thriller this book should be your next escape!
Also, this past June, I had the opportunity to debut in two publications. First, as a guest blogger with The Plaid Horse, a premier North American equestrian magazine both in print and on-line. The article called, Just say, Yes! Click to Read, is a story with a message to inspire others; take a chance at any age!
My article, The Nightmare Beach Ride, appeared in On the Bit magazine, The article is a true story about an overzealous equestrian (me) on a dream-beach-vacation ride turned almost disaster. Although humorous, the underlying message is to educate those seeking an adventuresome horsey-vacation.
To add to the excitement, Misty Adamson, editor and innovator of On the Bit, published an extensive bio/review on my novel Spurred to Justice, followed with a YouTube discussion. We would love readers to follow the link and join in! Thank you, Adamson Equestrian. Click on any underlined item to Link!
And if you love horses or need a gift for an equine lover consider a subscription to either of these publications.
On a personal note, June was fulfilled with a surprise visit from my daughter at the bay! And Scarlett, her four legged pal was in heaven. With my daughter’s coaching – Scarlett SWIMS for the very first-time!
I am ready for a revolutionary July! Wishing you a month filled with family, fun and some adventures of your own!
Try something for the first time: a new haircut at Rubee Z Salon, a new hobby or anything you have dreamed of but been afraid to try!
Alicia
If you haven’t read one of my books or articles dive in for the FIRST TIME and write a review! I would love to hear from you. aliciastephensmartin.com
An adventure of four women who reunite in friendship through their love of horses. Look for the coming sequel soon!
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Splendid June
If I had a word for June it would be splendid. June is highly anticipated in my life. I am anxious to sit in my cozy bay retreat and write. June is the gateway to the next three months of long days, sunshine, boating, and grand sunsets. I look forward to writing until my fingers are weary, walking with my dear pal, Scarlet, all over the island and, of course, much needed quiet time with my hubby!
My goal, hopefully, is that my next novel, the sequel to The Silver Cowgirls, will come to fruition by the expected deadline. Fingers-crossed. Stay tight in your saddle and keep an eye for sneak previews. In the meantime, enjoy June in all its glory and some of my favorite pics below!
Check out Scarlett as she is ready to dive in. Swimming, not merely wading, will be new for her. So watch for her maiden voyage. I think we all may get wet!
Above is a beautiful June sunset. What a blessing!
Scott and I! Date night!
I am thankful to be so very blessed!
Do you have a goal for Summer? I would love to hear about it!
Find all my books here…amazon.com/author/aliciastephensmartin
Talk soon!
Alicia
A New Circle in Life
Life is forever evolving, changing. When we lose those we love a phase of our existence is permanently closed. Although, I disagree with the notion that nothing lasts forever. The loss of my parents is certainly the last page of one chapter, yet the emptiness injected into my heart will be forever streaming through my veins. What does transform inside of us is our ability to forge forward. A painful experience can drive us to proceed into another segment of life with a new awakening. How do we once again find joy while burdened with sorrow. Sometimes the loss may mean uprooting your entire world, literally. For me, perhaps a change in scenery will catapult me into a new rotation.
The photo above, is the view from my kitchen window. I have existed in or beside the home of my youth for most of my existence. My parents were a quintessential part and a daily presence. Today, I am considering exactly where do I belong. My home is no doubt inexplicably breathtaking, however I am dwelling on my own mortality. Is it here, staring out the window at my childhood memories ever-reminding me of their missing support and constant love, where do I foresee my future? Upon my reflection, I question what have I accomplished, and even greater, how have I given back to this wonderful life? I suppose that is the gift we are given through loss, a chance to re-examine ourselves and our lives. I plot my next steps with heightened awareness that being blessed by nurturing parents has provided me with a foundation of strength in order to face the next hurdle in another circle of life.
How have you been affected by loss? Writing and recording your inner thoughts may help with resolution. The photo below is my new writing location where I hope to plunge into the pages of my journal and next novel, The Silver Cowgirls Ride Again. Do you have a favorite respite to release your inner self?
If you haven’t read book one, The Silver Cowgirls, grab a copy on Amazon today. The fiction is the story of four middle-aged and beyond women on the verge of their own life transformations. And remember every review is greatly appreciated.
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A New Adventure!
The Silver Cowgirl Journal
After the release of my novel, The Silver Cowgirls, I received so many emails and text from readers. They blessed me with comments like, “the book was wonderful,” “I laughed and cried,” “finally a book for women our age,” “uplifting,” and “thank you for bringing me back to reading!” These shared words are only a tip of the iceberg in the responses I received. Overwhelmed, I was moved to think that I had hit a nerve with even one person, let alone so many. But, it is these woman and readers who inspire me. Everyone has words of encouragement to share or dreams they want to culture. I decided, all of us are the same in those feelings, yet unique in our goals. This motivated me to create a Silver Cowgirl Journal. A place to release feeling, and privately indivulge your inner soul. This journal like my novel, The Silver Cowgirls, is to empower women at every and any age to follow their heart dreams. The pages also contain quotes to inspire and invigorate, rise to the occasion and never say never. Be the Silver Cowgirl you have envision. Don’t just dream it, live it. One step at a time. Just like writing a book. It starts with a pen, the paper and your first word. Not trying is far worse than failing. Go to Amazon and grab your copy of both The Silver Cowgirl journal and novel. And remember, a review is always appreciated! Go cowgirl and thank you! Alicia!
Angels On My Shoulders
This past week my mentor Demi Steven’s http://yotbpress.com/ wrote, “My hope this week for you is that you can identify someone in your universe who shines in that way, and reach out to them and let them know how much you value having them around.” These words pierced my heart. After a tough year of losing two very special guiding lights (my beloved mother and her sister -my dear aunt), followed by some other earth-shattering changes, my universe of wing-men (in this case women) seems to have diminished. A life without valued individuals who have had your back no matter your age is scary.
I found a book on my Aunt’s nightstand after she died, God and the Afterlife, by Jeffery Long M.D. with Paul Perry. Fortunately, I felt compelled to open the pages. The book is an extensive study on people who have died and returned. I encourage everyone who questions life after death to read this book. Although I have always believed, sometimes I do wonder if life after death is really possible. This book retained a sense of relief that I will indeed see them again and will experience an overwhelming sense of love like never before.
So my stars are illuminating in a different way. I truly believe the two are winged-women on my shoulders, flashlights in hand, directing my journey. One that is getting closer to them everyday! Yes, reach out and find your stars!
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A Beautiful Snowstorm
A few years back, I hated snow days. I loathed that crack in the sidewalk. The one I hit every time I shoveled. The shovel would come to a sudden stop and the metal handle would slam into my belly with such force I coughed up a few choice swear words. The day was all about extra work and a loss of income; shoveling, plowing, and most of all rescheduling my clients. But my priorities have changed since I published my first novel. A snow day is a perfect day to write. No more excuses after a year of hard knocks.
My second novel is ready. A novel about an over-the-hill hairdresser. But, I hit a snowstorm. A crack in the sidewalk. The majority of agents I researched today are young and wrinkle free, not to mention calling for teen fiction. Really? What about us second-time-around writers and readers. Dried up?
I don’t think so. Today, I completed two short stories and a novel. As life moves along, so must I. Never give up. It’s only a crack in the walk. It’s a beautiful day!
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A Beautiful Day to Write
A few years back, I hated snow days. I loathed that crack in the sidewalk. The one I hit every time I shoveled. The shovel would come to a sudden stop and the metal handle would slam into my belly with such force I coughed up a few choice swear words. The day was all about extra work and a loss of income; shoveling, plowing, and most of all rescheduling my clients. But my priorities have changed since I published my first novel. A snow day is a perfect day to write. No more excuses after a year of hard knocks.
My second novel is ready. A novel about an over-the-hill hairdresser. But, I hit a snowstorm. A crack in the sidewalk. The majority of agents I researched today are young and wrinkle free, not to mention calling for teen fiction. Really? What about us second-time-around writers and readers. Dried up?
I don’t think so. Today, I completed two short stories and a novel. As life moves along, so must I. Never give up. It’s only a crack in the walk. It’s a beautiful day!
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Why Can’t I Be More Like Hetty?
“Hetty” Green (November 21, 1834 – July 3, 1916), was the richest woman in America during the Gilded Age. She was a single woman working a fortune amidst a sea of men – her nickname, Witch of Wall Street.
Why can’t I be more like Hetty. When it comes to money, I never have enough. For that reason, anger stirs in the pit of my stomach when I think about the sugary green stuff. Like a sweet layer of whip cream on a strawberry torte, it teases at me only to land on my hips, leaving me nothing except an empty bowl and a decreased bank account after I am forced to purchase the latest diet products and exercise DVDs. After reading Demi Stevens’s blog this morning, I believe my disdain is misdirected.
I was born in the middle and unlike my two sisters I have buttery fingers. Enticed by the iced confections in life, I have no patience. The oven takes too long to preheat, all while I am standing in the crumb-infested kitchen with the oozing batter dripping from my spoon and the thick aroma of vanilla and sprinkles dancing in the air. Not to mention, the left over Cool Whip lingering on my lip because I stole a lick. I break, to hell with watching the delicacy rise and swirl. I drive straight to the bakery, tossing my hard work into the yard for the birds.
This recipe for money I have followed for fifty-years. The sweet confections suck me in. I have enjoyed life; vacations, scuba lessons, horses, knitting, spinning, farming, and a host of critters – not to mention I am self-employed (a sure way to devour the money.) This desire has left a bad taste. I am back in the kitchen-my bun in the oven taking twice as long to plump up again.
Somehow, God always takes care of me. I am healthy and can work, able to do extra baking and kneading. Unfortunately, this burns me up, I’m over-cooked and my cookie jar always short of that perfect dozen.
Can I be more like Hetty? Hetty, it is said, was a miser; never turning on the heat and wearing the same black outfits. Whether true or not, the fact is I don’t respect how hard I worked for the ingredients. The sweetness calls me. I have no willpower. I let go before the jar is full. It’s not the money that angers me, but the calories living on my hips – the bills in my basket, the cost of my impatience. I need to be more creative, more patient. Build my cupboards before its too late. Because had I been a little less sugar- dependent, I would be living a sweeter life today.
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Money-oh so sweet!
Money. When it comes to money, I never have enough. For that reason, anger stirs in the pit of my stomach when I think about the sugary green stuff. Like a sweet layer of whip cream on a strawberry torte, it teases at me only to land on my hips, leaving me nothing except an empty bowl and a decreased bank account after I am forced to purchase the latest diet products and exercise DVDs. After reading Demi Stevens’s blog this morning, I believe my disdain is misdirected.
I was born in the middle and unlike my two sisters I have buttery fingers. Enticed by the iced confections in life, I have no patience. The oven takes too long to preheat, all while I am standing in the crumb-infested kitchen with the oozing batter dripping from my spoon and the thick aroma of vanilla and sprinkles dancing in the air. Not to mention, the left over Cool Whip lingering on my lip because I stole a lick. I break, to hell with watching the delicacy rise and swirl. I drive straight to the bakery, tossing my hard work into the yard for the birds.
This recipe for money I have followed for fifty-years. The sweet confections suck me in. I certainly have enjoyed life; vacations, scuba lessons, horses, knitting, spinning, farming, and a host of critters. A lovely house, a nice car and not to mention I am self-employed (a sure way to devour the money.) This desire has left a bad taste. I am back in the kitchen-my bun in the oven taking twice as long to plump up again.
Somehow, God always takes care of me. I am healthy and can work, able to do extra baking and kneading. Unfortunately, this burns me up, I’m over-cooked and my cookie jar always short of that perfect dozen.
Truth is I don’t respect how hard I worked for the ingredients. The sweetness calls me and I have no willpower. I let go before the jar is full. It’s not the money that angers me, but the calories living on my hips – the bills in my basket, the cost of my impatience. I need to be more creative, more patient. Build my cupboards before it’s too late. Because had I been a little less sugar- dependent, I would be living a sweeter life today.
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The Village of Write
The African proverb, “It Takes a Village,” speaks to many aspects of our lives—the writing life included. I discovered building alone was not easy. We need neighbors. Before I erected my own village, my journals were locked behind doors—suffering from rejection and fear.
I began to see constructive patterns of those who boldly paved roads around me. They had a similar foundation. So, I began the literary journey to build a village I call Write.
My mother laid the first stone. In Write, my mother lives on Main Street, adjacent to the church. Her door is always open to fill me with homemade pie… and red wine to energize my body. But when I must rekindle my soul, she points to the steeple and advises, “Every village needs a church. It’s neighbors and faith that will send you angels to guide you.”
My village of Write has a school with teachers, from the very first professor who red lined my every word to doctors and nurses who rebuild my creations today. The library houses lots of books with advice including, 101 Ways to Get Published, Writer’s Market, and Writing with Soft Hands. The shelves are lined in classics by Atwood and Twain to awaken the soul… and Harlequin romances to stir the bones.
At the village conference center, the best authors and mentors come to speak. I have autographed copies of their books, signed with encouragement like “Never give up,” or “Persist at all cost.” I visit the Write Salon after days of edits. My stylist conditions, massaging my creative brains. At the Writing Gym on Mondays I exercise with my aspiring peeps and ponder all the ways to pen “his chiseled jaw,” or “her beating heart.”The village newspaper employs agents and publishers who read my queries… and if I get lucky send one-word critiques.
My church is growing, with new angels every day, like Demi Stevens; her Year of the Book process was a road map to success that introduced me to an inspirational woman, Debbie Herbert, best-selling author, and 2017 RITA finalist, who shrouded me in incentive.
“It takes a village.” We share a path, and our community builds me up when I am adverb-tired, genre-lost, or POV perplexed. Together we survive.
This is a partial version of my story, The Write Village. I hope it inspires you.
Alicia Stephens Martin author of Spurred to Justice to be released summer, 2018.
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The Write Village
The African proverb, “It Takes a Village,” speaks to many aspects of our lives—the writing life included. I discovered building alone was not easy. We need neighbors. Before I erected my own village, my journals were locked behind doors—suffering from rejection and fear.
I began to see constructive patterns of those who boldly paved roads around me. They had a similar foundation. So, I began the literary journey to build a village I call Write.
My mother laid the first stone. In Write, my mother lives on Main Street, adjacent to the church. Her door is always open to fill me with homemade pie… and red wine to energize my body. But when I must rekindle my soul, she points to the steeple and advises, “Every village needs a church. It’s neighbors and faith that will send you angels to guide you.”
My village of Write has a school with teachers, from the very first professor who red lined my every word to doctors and nurses who rebuild my creations today. The library houses lots of books with advice including, 101 Ways to Get Published, Writer’s Market, and Writing with Soft Hands. The shelves are lined in classics by Atwood and Twain to awaken the soul… and Harlequin romances to stir the bones.
At the village conference center, the best authors and mentors come to speak. I have autographed copies of their books, signed with encouragement like “Never give up,” or “Persist at all cost.” I visit the Write Salon after days of edits. My stylist conditions, massaging my creative brains. At the Writing Gym on Mondays I exercise with my aspiring peeps and ponder all the ways to pen “his chiseled jaw,” or “her beating heart.”The village newspaper employs agents and publishers who read my queries… and if I get lucky send one-word critiques.
My church is growing, with new angels every day, like Demi Stevens; her Year of the Book process was a road map to success that introduced me to an inspirational woman, Debbie Herbert, best-selling author, and 2017 RITA finalist, who shrouded me in incentive.
“It takes a village.” We share a path, and our community builds me up when I am adverb-tired, genre-lost, or POV perplexed. Together we survive.
This is a partial version of my story, The Write Village. I hope it inspires you.
Alicia Stephens Martin author of Spurred to Justice to be released summer, 2018.
Saint Rita and My Writing Quest!
This week I fell to my knees and begged for success. My heart dream of writing has been exhausting at this stage as I pray for my fame and fortune. I even contemplated sharing the Saint Rita Novena someone posted online—Share this novena and in an hour Saint Rita will grant you your miracle. I always loathed the bribery involved in such an idea. I would yell out to myself that this is not the way the miracle thing works. To think, I almost pushed the send button. There would have been a lot of extra Hail Mary’s for that and sadly I already have too many to say for real dilemmas.
It’s just not that easy, nor is it smart to have success land directly on your kneeler. (Although Saint Rita, it sure would be nice just once, and maybe this little mention of your name would count.)
So I was moping and then an angel sent her inspirational blog post. This week Demi Stevens suggested tiny, consistent steps toward your goal that can be more valuable than a huge leap. I read her story of success—proof the path to overcome a mountain in life is best climbed on a steady path.
The nice thing about showing up for church each week is that it is a quiet time to think and talk to God and make a weekly plan for strength to move on. It is like that in front my computer. I struggle with numerous projects on my desk that pile higher than the steeple at St. Mary’s. By the end of the week, I hide from the office, instead typing on my faithful iPad Mini.
I attack bookwork, organize my diary entries, and work on placing notes in my novels. I read blogs from my mentors like Debbie Herbert, Demi Stevens, and Paula Munier. I might even receive divine inspiration from Saint Rita or whoever is the patron Saint that week.
I organize, manage, and write in little steps. I zero in on my writing success. Remember, zero in and be fearless at your writing.
Alas, Demi is right. Two years ago googling Alicia Stephens Martin might have produced Alicias like Keyes or Silverstone. Today there is a whole page of Alicia Stephens Martin successes—a blog, a Facebook page, a Twitter account, and even published articles and posts. I think I won’t ask for the miracle just for the strength and energy to keep going.
I hope this helps you in your quest…
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Dear Saint Rita . . . .
This week I fell to my knees and begged for success. My heart dream of writing has been exhausting at this stage as I pray for my fame and fortune. I even contemplated sharing the Saint Rita Novena someone posted online—Share this novena and in an hour Saint Rita will grant you your miracle. I always loathed the bribery involved in such an idea. I would yell out to myself that this is not the way the miracle thing works. To think, I almost pushed the send button. There would have been a lot of extra Hail Mary’s for that and sadly I already have too many to say for real dilemmas.
It’s just not that easy, nor is it smart to have success land directly on your kneeler. (Although Saint Rita, it sure would be nice just once, and maybe this little mention of your name would count.)
So I was moping and then an angel sent her inspirational blog post. This week Demi Stevens suggested tiny, consistent steps toward your goal that can be more valuable than a huge leap. I read her story of success—proof the path to overcome a mountain in life is best climbed on a steady path.
The nice thing about showing up for church each week is that it is a quiet time to think and talk to God and make a weekly plan for strength to move on. It is like that in front my computer. I struggle with numerous projects on my desk that pile higher than the steeple at St. Mary’s. By the end of the week, I hide from the office, instead typing on my faithful iPad Mini.
I attack bookwork, organize my diary entries, and work on placing notes in my novels. I read blogs from my mentors like Debbie Herbert, Demi Stevens, and Paula Munier. I might even receive divine inspiration from Saint Rita or whoever is the patron Saint that week.
I organize, manage, and write in little steps. I zero in on my writing success. Remember, zero in and be fearless at your writing.
Alas, Demi is right. Two years ago googling Alicia Stephens Martin might have produced Alicias like Keyes or Silverstone. Today there is a whole page of Alicia Stephens Martin successes—a blog, a Facebook page, a Twitter account, and even published articles and posts. I think I won’t ask for the miracle just for the strength and energy to keep going.
I hope this helps you in your quest…
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What’s Your Heart Dream?
This week Demi Stevens of Year of the Book posed a question: What is standing in the way of reaching your dream? I didn’t have to over-tax my brain because as I stated before, Demi’s questions miraculously seem to be a message aimed at me each week. This morning (and this may change tomorrow) my answer to what is standing in my way, is Zero. Not the number, the word. Zero in. Zero in on what exactly is my own personal heart dream.
Heart dreams can change over a lifetime, especially if you are shushly. In my family we have our own language called Stephenese, and Shushly is an adverb my parents and grandparents called me repeatedly. And not just in my youth.
Like many artists, my train of thought is more like a spaceship orbiting at light speed. In my youth, I zipped from one project to another leaving a trail of crumbs, paint splatters, and cuttings from my latest creative venture. They tried to follow my space dust armed with a rag or broom hollering, “You are so dang shushly.”
Adulthood has not transformed my habits, just the size and expense of my projects. I have dabbled in everything from farming to football, knitting to scuba diving, college to hairdressing, horses and invention of all kinds. And yes, I have managed a very successful career as a stylist, salon owner, and teacher. But writing, my heart dream, has been held at bay because of my shushy ways.
After my recent interview with Guy McLean, internationally renowned horseman, I published Follow your Horse’s Heart. I realized I need two guidelines in order to zero in. Determine what is my heart dream? Then let go. Let go of the schlly in my life. Zero in. Because I am running out of time.
I am in my fifties and I have managed to evade writing. For some reason I fight it. Sure, I have published a few articles, received a degree in Creative Writing, have bins and baskets of journals throughout my house, read books, have taken courses and joined organizations… but to follow my heart dream I must zero in.
Letting go is difficult, but I can come back and just maybe all those extra dreams will be even better. My heart searches to be fulfilled. So button down the hatches, Alicia, this spaceship is zeroing in!
What’s your heart dream?
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What’s Your Heart Dream?
This week Demi Stevens of Year of the Book posed a question: What is standing in the way of reaching your dream? I didn’t have to over-tax my brain because as I stated before, Demi’s questions miraculously seem to be a message aimed at me each week. This morning (and this may change tomorrow) my answer to what is standing in my way, is Zero. Not the number, the word. Zero in. Zero in on what exactly is my own personal heart dream.
Heart dreams can change over a lifetime, especially if you are shushly. In my family we have our own language called Stephenese, and Shushly is an adverb my parents and grandparents called me repeatedly. And not just in my youth.
Like many artists, my train of thought is more like a spaceship orbiting at light speed. In my youth, I zipped from one project to another leaving a trail of crumbs, paint splatters, and cuttings from my latest creative venture. They tried to follow my space dust armed with a rag or broom hollering, “You are so dang shushly.”
Adulthood has not transformed my habits, just the size and expense of my projects. I have dabbled in everything from farming to football, knitting to scuba diving, college to hairdressing, horses and invention of all kinds. And yes, I have managed a very successful career as a stylist, salon owner, and teacher. But writing, my heart dream, has been held at bay because of my shushly ways.
After my recent interview with Guy McLean, internationally renowned horseman, I published Follow your Horse’s Heart. I realized I need two guidelines in order to zero in. Determine what is my heart dream? Then let go. Let go of the shushly in my life. Zero in. Because I am running out of time.
I am in my fifties and I have managed to evade writing. For some reason I fight it. Sure, I have published a few articles, received a degree in Creative Writing, have bins and baskets of journals throughout my house, read books, have taken courses and joined organizations… but to follow my heart dream I must zero in.
Letting go is difficult, but I can come back and just maybe all those extra dreams will be even better. My heart searches to be fulfilled. So button down the hatches, Alicia, this spaceship is zeroing in!
What’s your heart dream?
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Celebrate Writing Mentors
On Sunday mornings, I look forward to reading Demi Stevens’ blog, Year of the Book. It seems lately, they have been secret messages directed at me. Demi is quite a woman and I feel my meeting her has been magical. I have watched her grow her indie publishing company in the last five years with a persistent vigor. Her formula has become a roadmap for anyone on the journey to be a successful writer.
As I struggle on my own writing mission, sometimes my goal seems impossible. My daily grind as a solo mom, sixty-hour weeks as a busy salon owner/stylist, a substitute Cosmetology teacher on Mondays, and just plain paying bills is a struggle. My dream of publishing seems too hard, and too much work. But as I watch Demi and find her words inspiring each week, I have been able to forge ahead. Sometimes out of sheer guilt because I told her a project would be in her email-lap by a certain date…
So today, my writing day, when I am tired and it would be easy not to pick up the pen, Demi once again sent me a secret message. It was about celebrating your accomplishments. I cynically thought, What do I have to celebrate? But on the look back, in the last three years, when I became a serious writer at the age of fifty, I have published numerous articles in magazines, finished one novel, Spurred to Justice, which should be in print and on shelves by June 2018, just emailed Demi my second novel, Friday Blues, for another round of her tooth-picking edits, and today working on the first draft of my third novel.
While I might not be in the money (in fact there is no money yet) from my writing, I am indeed closer and might have reason to celebrate as I pick away to build a platform. Maybe in another year, well who knows.
I realize I could not do it without Demi from Year of the Book. I am no editor… just a source of creative dreams with a carousel of stories in my mind. But I do indeed have something to celebrate! I suggest anyone in search of a writing dream, should reach out to Demi Stevens of Year of the Book.
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Celebrate Your Writing
On Sunday mornings, I look forward to reading Demi Stevens’ blog, Year of the Book. It seems lately, they have been secret messages directed at me. Demi is quite a woman and I feel my meeting her has been magical. I have watched her grow her indie publishing company in the last five years with a persistent vigor. Her formula has become a roadmap for anyone on the journey to be a successful writer.
As I struggle on my own writing mission, sometimes my goal seems impossible. My daily grind as a solo mom, sixty-hour weeks as a busy salon owner/stylist, a substitute Cosmetology teacher on Mondays, and just plain paying bills is a struggle. My dream of publishing seems too hard, and too much work. But as I watch Demi and find her words inspiring each week, I have been able to forge ahead. Sometimes out of sheer guilt because I told her a project would be in her email-lap by a certain date…
So today, my writing day, when I am tired and it would be easy not to pick up the pen, Demi once again sent me a secret message. It was about celebrating your accomplishments. I cynically thought, What do I have to celebrate? But on the look back, in the last three years, when I became a serious writer at the age of fifty, I have published numerous articles in magazines, finished one novel, Spurred to Justice, which should be in print and on shelves by June 2018, just emailed Demi my second novel, Friday Blues, for another round of her tooth-picking edits, and today working on the first draft of my third novel.
While I might not be in the money (in fact there is no money yet) from my writing, I am indeed closer and might have reason to celebrate as I pick away to build a platform. Maybe in another year, well who knows.
I realize I could not do it without Demi from Year of the Book. I am no editor… just a source of creative dreams with a carousel of stories in my mind. But I do indeed have something to celebrate! I suggest anyone in search of a writing dream, should reach out to Demi Stevens of Year of the Book.
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Pennsylvania Native Protects U.S. Border – on Horseback By Alicia Stephens-Martin
Please enjoy my latest article@eastcoastequestrian.net
Pennsylvania Native Protects U.S. Border – on Horseback
By Alicia Stephens-Martin – January 2018
At age fifty-five, I’ve finally developed the confidence to reach for my dreams. So when I meet a young woman who already stands out in her career, with self-assurance combined with a love for horses, I am instantly curious.
I had the privilege to interview Katie Griffith Clare, who lost her mother while too young, with whom she shared a love of horses, and knew she wanted to make a difference. Today Katie connects all three, patrolling the U.S. border. Katie and her steadfast steed are the living wall—the one President Trump would find almost impossible to build of brick and mortar because of terrain.
In some border areas a wall would be impractical, but horses can easily journey. According to Katie, horses even help by detecting sounds and smells, keen only to the animal.
We met at a September horse show in Lancaster County, far from where Katie, a native of southern Pennsylvania, works on the southwest border in San Diego, California. She graduated from Eastern High School and attended Alvernia College in Reading, PA. Nothing about her demeanor revealed her ability to handle a gun, withstand days on the range, or capture illegals. She simply smiled from her borrowed mount, happy to see all her missed friends.
Katie serves as a United States Border Patrol Agent—a federal position. In her words, her job is to detect and prevent illegal aliens, terrorists, and terrorist weapons from entering the U.S., and prevent illegal trafficking of people and contraband. She and her fellow agents are the uniformed law enforcement arm of U.S. Customs and Border Protection, a component of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. With over 21,000 agents, the U.S. Border Patrol is one of the largest law enforcement agencies in the U.S. Not until after this interview when I researched the Border Patrol did I realize the daunting task horse and rider face every day. . . .
Please enjoy the full interview at East Coast Equestrian Magazine. An amazing interview and inspirational woman!
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Pennsylvania Native Protects U.S.Border
Below is a partial interview. Enjoy my latest article in full at eastcoastequestrian.net
Pennsylvania Native Protects U.S. Border – on Horseback
Alicia Stephens-Martin – January 2018
At age fifty-five, I’ve finally developed the confidence to reach for my dreams. So when I meet a young woman who already stands out in her career, with self-assurance combined with a love for horses, I am instantly curious.
I had the privilege to interview Katie Griffith Clare, who lost her mother while too young, with whom she shared a love of horses, and knew she wanted to make a difference. Today Katie connects all three, patrolling the U.S. border. Katie and her steadfast steed are the living wall—the one President Trump would find almost impossible to build of brick and mortar because of terrain.
In some border areas a wall would be impractical, but horses can easily journey. According to Katie, horses even help by detecting sounds and smells, keen only to the animal.
We met at a September horse show in Lancaster County, far from where Katie, a native of southern Pennsylvania, works on the southwest border in San Diego, California. She graduated from Eastern High School and attended Alvernia College in Reading, PA. Nothing about her demeanor revealed her ability to handle a gun, withstand days on the range, or capture illegals. She simply smiled from her borrowed mount, happy to see all her missed friends.
Katie serves as a United States Border Patrol Agent—a federal position. In her words, her job is to detect and prevent illegal aliens, terrorists, and terrorist weapons from entering the U.S., and prevent illegal trafficking of people and contraband. She and her fellow agents are the uniformed law enforcement arm of U.S. Customs and Border Protection, a component of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. With over 21,000 agents, the U.S. Border Patrol is one of the largest law enforcement agencies in the U.S. Not until after this interview when I researched the Border Patrol did I realize the daunting task horse and rider face every day. . . .
Please read the the interview at east coast equestrian.net
Katie inspired me to do more research. On a typical day the U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP) screens over a million international visitors, processes 74,000 truck, rail, and sea containers, seizes nearly 5 tons of illicit drugs, and apprehends more than 1000 individuals for possible criminal activity. The CBP is responsible for patrolling 6,000 miles of Mexican and Canadian borders and 2,000 miles of coastline according to their website. Agents like Katie and her four-legged partner work diligently, without recognition in all types of conditions.
To further appreciate what this team does for us every day, visit http://www.cbp.gov. You will even find buried deep in the career choices page a brown-haired girl. In Katie’s smile you can almost see her love of horse, career, and country.
Please enjoy the actual interview at the East Coast Equestrian Magazine
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A Horsewoman of High Inspiration
Sonora Webster Carver
Sonora Webster Carver was a female horse diver. She performed on the famous Steel Pier in Atlantic City from 1928 to 1942. Even though Sonora became blind from a dive going wrong in 1931, she amazingly continued to pursue her dream. One of her most beloved horses was named “Red Lips”. Her story is told in one of my daughter’s favorite movies, “Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken”. I suggest this movie to all who love good stories about inspirational women and horses.
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Inspirational Woman and Hairdresser- Martha Matilda Harper (1857-1950)
Read about an inspirational woman and hairdresser, Martha Matilda Harper(1857-1950)! Martha Matilda Harper was an immigrant, innovator, entrepreneur, and shrewd businesswoman. She boast many achievements; developed and marketed a hair tonic, pioneered the beauty industry to new heights, became the first franchiser by sharing her Harper Methods, followed by a multitude of disciples called Harperites and eventually responsible for 500 salons across the world – decades before Ray Kroc franchised McDonalds. (She was a cougar, too- marrying a man 20 years younger!) Yet, Martha Matilda Harper was swept away, buried deep underneath America’s history. How did one single woman persuade so many Harperites to assembly and adhere to her codes, to soar to their own identity by influencing them and the public that women could be independent and successful. Read the article in PBA Progress at http://www.probeauty.org
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Cosmetologists Rock!
A Cosmetologist is so much more than just a hairstylist! She is your best fan!
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Blessed are the Women who Endured!
I think that it is important to remember women before us who suffered great pains at the hands of a patriarchal society. Women, such as, those who were forced to believe their babies were in “Limbo” if they died before being baptized. According to the church, these babies never made the journey to heaven. Really? Or as for this Victorian woman who was posed with her deceased child- a popular form of photography during this time period. I think of these women often, and the hardships they endured.
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Sisters
“Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.” Carol Saline
Thanks to all the sisters in the world!
Inspiration
This is priceless! Never to early to get started on something new and different, even if it is just a new hairstyle. Go for it today!
Thanks to women willing to defy the odds!
In 1907, Annette Kellerman pushed for the right to wear a fitted one-piece bathing suit, only to be arrested for indecency.
Go Girl!
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Martha Matilda Harper-meet one inspirational woman!
Martha Matilda Harper-meet one incredible woman!
I discovered Martha Matilda Harper while taking a Women in United States History course at York College. My assignment was to find an American woman that was little known and worthy of a place in the history books. Being a hair salon owner and Cosmetologist for over 25 years, I have questioned who opened and where was the first beauty salon in America? No textbook in the beauty industry, historian or professional has been able to answer the question. Miraculously, (I say miraculously because the only known book about Martha is Jane Plitt’s, published in 2000, Martha Matilda and the American Dream.) I dusted off this sleeping woman whose chestnut hair touched the floor. Martha Matilda Harper was an immigrant, innovator, entrepreneur, and shrewd businesswoman. She boast many achievements; developed and marketed a hair tonic, pioneered the beauty industry to new heights, became the first franchiser by sharing her Harper Methods, followed by a multitude of disciples called Harperites and eventually responsible for 500 salons across the world – decades before Ray Kroc franchised MacDonalds.
If the study of history is about uncovering voices we must study beyond male dominated accounts. It is our job to discover these voices even when academia appears to frown on the creative trades and industries such as cosmetology. The beauty industry is one of those areas most influential in creating women’s independence in history-even still today. Martha secures her place and should be acknowledged in not only the Cosmetology history books but in both history and financial studies (her place in history way be for Mr. Kroc). How one woman attracted and cultivated a franchising dynasty with diplomacy and persuasion deserves attention! According to Jane Plitt in the year 2000, American franchising, “the business vehicle Martha created, had become the dominate form of retail. . .” (pg 162). Also, women owned business are the “fastest growing segment of business ownership” (pg 162). Thanks to Jane Plitt for taking the first steps! I insist all Cosmetologists read her book! I personally know the effort both physically and mentally it takes to employ women and service clients. I will leave you with an example of Harper’s ability of rhetorical strategy. A young girl wanted to postpone opening a shop after the 1908 fire that leveled the city of Baltimore, Maryland. Miss Harper replied, “ No, now is the time to do it: the city is flattened and confused. Grow up with it, and about in this spot is the place to do it (Plitt pg 80).” This formula was her prescription for business- slightly vicious, totally determined, yet motivating and inspiring. Like every successful stylist I know!
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The Inspirational Hairdresser
I live in the east and the winter has been rough. So salute to all the inspirational stylists who ignite our confidence when we need it! I suggest if you are depressed, down or in the dumps call your salon for an appointment! A touch of beauty goes a long way!
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Graduation!
Just like Jack forging ahead in the deep snow- I finally graduated with my degree in Women Studies and Creative Writing after many long days.
Awakening
Awakening! I did it- I graduated! I lost touch for this entire semester juggling through college courses, muscling a business, stumbling with motherhood and just encountering this journey of life but, I graduated-with honors. I came across some words from this remarkable woman and would like to share them. I hope this is my awakening to forge onward with my research, this blog and writing on inspirational women! I am back!
Inspiration
Today I read, “We Are All Bound Up Together,” by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper. I was captivated by her strength when she was left a widow. She writes, “I stood within the shadows of my home.” Harper’s journey was not easy. She was left only one thing along with four children , a looking-glass. Because she was a woman Harper was “without a single feather bed in this wide world . . . ” Harper rose up against inequality and declared to women, “we are all bound together in one great bundle of humanity. . . ” Thanks to women like Harper who paved the way, I have been able to equally support myself-providing for my family after the loss of my husband. What an inspiration!
Inspiration
Sometime in your life you will go on a journey.
It will be the longest journey you have ever taken.
It is the journey to find yourself. -Katherine Sharp
I am thankful for the chance to be on this journey.
Inspiration
“So many women just don’t know how great they really are.” Mary Kay Ash
So embark on a journey to uncover the real you!
Inspiration
Thank goodness for my study buddy!
For the past six years, faithfully by my side as I study away, Jack always manages to create a smile.
Courage
This morning, I thought of Aerobics as a drudgery. Why is a woman my age required to take two gym classes in order to graduate? (Not an easy task since I am over double the age of the students. I am even older than the instructor.) But, then I was mesmerized by my daughter in her JROTC uniform as she headed off to school- admiring the courage fueling
her dreams -and Aerobics became a piece of cake!
Inspiration
This is Jack after four hours rummaging down a groundhog hole. He is so exhausted, barely able to lift his head from the water bucket. Don’t let him fool you. His tenacity is incredible, relentless, a true Jack Russell. As I entered campus this morning, I had an overwhelming feeling of running away even though I am so close to my goal. I felt like Jack, hanging over the bucket, exhausted. But, then I remembered his courage, Jack never gives up until he takes the prize.
Inspiration
My last semester begins today, I step into my future with exhaustion, but ready to forge ahead. There is no question I can do this.
Inspirational
If one is a Greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese? Dame Edith Sitwell
Thank goodness, I can be who I am without a corset around my waist – poor girl.
Inspiration
“Until you make peace with who you are, you’ll never be content with what you want” Doris Mortman
Inspiration
“Learn the craft of knowing how to open your heart and to turn on your creativity. There’s a light inside you.”
Judith Jamison
Find that light!!!!!!
Inspiration
“Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of someone else.”
Judy Garland
Beauty
“Beauty is altogether in the eyes of the beholder!” Margaret Wolfe Hungerford
I am keeping this in mind as I spend hours trying to navigate and redesign this blog. Not as easy as it appears. Definitely a work in progress at this point. I hope to be more successful tomorrow. Back to studying.
Inspirational
“When your real old, honey, you lay it all on the table.” Bessie Delaney
“Why wait for old age, to finally become who you really are.” Alicia Marie
Inspirational
“Never let anyone come to you without coming away better and happier.” Mother Teresa
I am truly going to try to do this everyday!
. . .it is not easy!
Inspirational
“Each day we’re given an opportunity to discover our purpose and to prepare to live as best we can.” Lizzie Velasquez
I recommend everyone read Be Beautiful Be You, by Lizzie Velasquez. She is truly inspirational. What an incredible woman!
Inspiration
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’
Erma Bombeck
I must remember this today- I have a fully packed day and I am going to need everything God gave me to get through it! Hope this helps you too!