I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
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Friday, May 13, 2022

Do you remember…

I know a lot of us are thinking about how much the world has changed in the past two years, but the other day I was thinking back past that. Mollie mentioned that she just couldn’t imagine how the world worked before cell phones. Did you have to sit at home just to talk to your friends? 


What if your plans changed after everyone left home? What if you had car trouble in the middle of nowhere? How did we live? Although it was certainly normal enough when I was a kid, I had to admit I’m not sure how we managed.

 

It got me thinking of a couple of other small things that have changed so very much. I remember going to the grocery story with my mom. Getting the groceries was much the same as now, but our kids would never recognize the check-out procedures. Usually, mom would place me on the little conveyor belt and I’d ride a few feet laughing with the check-out lady. 

No one worried about me pinching a finger or worse or about my folks suing the store if I did. As soon as I got down the eager bag boy was taking everything from the cart and placing it onto the counter to be run up. The customer never did that. Then the boy bagged your items in tall, reusable brown paper bags and placed everything back in the cart. Then, smiling at me, the boy would wait until I had the privilege of jumping on the gray mat at the door and watching it magically open by itself. As Mom and I walked hand in hand the young man rolled the groceries to the car and put them in the backseat. It’s a wonder he didn’t come home and unload them for us. The customer service back then was great.

 

 Another place this was more than evident was at the gas station. Now I stop to get gas in the rain, cold or wind and I get out and pump it without a thought, except that I wish it wasn’t raining, cold or windy. The station that my parents went to when I was little was a bit different. 

When we pulled in the young men – usually two, ran, they actually ran to our car. One would say ‘Fill ’er up?’ as the other one began washing our windshield before he popped the hood and checked the oil. One of them then ran to the station and back with our change. 

 

All this now seems like fiction from a 50’s movie, but it all really happened. Do you have memories like this? Some things that your kids or grandkids hear you saying and think you’ve finally lost your mind. Share them if you do.

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

A visit with Sunny and Ray!



I’ve been to see Sunny and Ray and I made it back in one piece. I had a ball. Although I hate flying, I have to say it went very smoothly. Sunny picked me up and we went to one of her favorite spots – an outdoor restaurant where I could put my toes in the sand as I sipped my peach margarita and watch the water. Every now and then a pretty lizard climbed a palm tree near us or ran across the sand for atmosphere.



The next day Sunny’s brother and SIL took us out on their boat. That was so much fun! We saw some boats – huge boats, expensive boats … ridiculously expensive boats! I have no idea how much, but you could just tell from looking. They were amazing. Sunny’s brother’s boat was smaller, but I don’t think I could have enjoyed the larger one anymore.



We went straight from the boat to another restaurant right on the beach, fantastic view, great food. I did not go hungry on this trip!

 

On Friday we did a little shopping in an interesting antique shop. I love looking through antique stores in the hopes of finding something like Cassie’s ivory brush – but so far, no luck. We went to Sunny’s clubhouse next – they really have a great place to live. Baker mentioned that she wouldn’t feel comfortable in a place with so many alligators or crocodiles. I have to say I didn’t see a single one, but I did sent Baker this sign. I stuck to both rules.



Sunny sent me this picture later, so I know they’re there, but I still didn’t get to see any.


That night, Sunny cooked and WOW! Who knew my friend had so many talents? That roast, cooked as perfectly as any I’ve ever had was done so simply, I think even I can do it. If it turns out as good for me as it did for her, I’ll give you the secret.



I really loved my trip, but as always, I’m happy to be home. Now I need to get back in the groove of writing, both posts and books.

Tuesday, May 03, 2022

Nearly out the door

I’m flying out to see Sunny in the morning. I have to say packing is a trial. I’m used to traveling by car. Need an extra pair of shoes or two, toss them in. Want to take a coat or heavy sweater, go ahead, there’s plenty of room. I can take my big water cup, my travel blanket, my pillow… but not on the plane. I’m not checking a bag so it’s only what I can carry. It’s a good thing I’m not into fashion. It’s mostly shorts and T-shirts.


Thankfully I believe my cold has run its course. Of course, the cough still lingers, and may for months. It’s so strange. I can go all day without coughing and then it’s like a switch has been thrown and for a short time it sounds, and feels, as though I’m trying to cough up a lung. Then it just stops. If it can do that it should be able to stop all together.


In other news. LJ is looking to change jobs. He’s working nearly sixty-five to seventy hours a week, week after week. But what’s worse for him is that his superiors won’t listen to him about policies and even small changes to be made that would make the place run so much more smoothly. He has feelers out and a good network of people who are feeding him tips and suggestions. All I want is my son to be happy. Hopefully something really good is heading his way.

 

Mollie went to a party last week and has one to go to this coming weekend. She’s still not found anyone to date (not sure she’s really looking) but at least going to parties is better than just staying home or being in her classroom – there are so few eligible men in either of those places. Next week is a Kentucky Derby party - she already has her hat.



Nick and I are plodding along as any sweet little old couple should. Since I’m traveling to see Sunny on my own, I’ve told him to pick a spot he wants to travel to, and I’ll be right by his side. Any traveling is a little hard for me, homebody that I am, but I know it will be good for the both of us.

 

I’m not taking my computer as I fly off to the wild blue yonder, but I’ll be in touch soon after I get back. Hold a good thought for me as I travel, I’m not good at navigating by myself but I can do it!

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Well, Bless Your Heart

As far as I know I’m one of very few southerns blogging these days. I know of many bloggers from the New England states, and some in the mid-west. I have a friend in the central part of the country and several on the west coast but not many others here in the south. And I know several from other countries. But I felt I was in a good position to answer this question.



I was happy to get an email from a good friend the other day. She was asking about the phrase, ‘Bless your heart.’ My daughter-in-law says it's a Southern thing and it is not sincere.  But I never doubt your sincerity when you say it to me.  What's the deal with this expression?  We never used it in where I came from.  My DIL was the first person who ever said it to me and she had to tell me it was a snide remark.  

 

I was delighted by her “bless your heart” question. I’m guessing she isn’t the only one confused. It must be instinctive in southern women because any southern woman (well, any female over the age of two) know which way ‘bless your heart’ is intended. It’s like understanding that ‘y’all’ is singular and ‘all y’all’ is plural.



There are three basic ways bless your heart is used. The first is absolutely sincerely. If you say it to someone face to face, or in a text or an email we are truly asking God to bless you. You say this to friends and loved ones who might be going through a hard time, large or small. Anything from a dinged fender to the death of a pet and it’s meant as a comfort to a person you care about. 



The second use of bless your heart is probably used the most often. It’s way of negating something insulting you’ve said about someone. Southern women are taught to be polite. So if you say something unkind about someone you can use the all covering, ‘bless their heart.’

 

 

Examples:  She’s as ugly as homemade sin, bless her heart. 

 

That boy’s dumber than a box of rocks, bless his heart.

 

That school choir sounds like somebody trying to baptize a cat, bless their hearts.

 

You see, it’s not insulting if you bless them afterwards.

 

And then there is the angry ‘bless your heart.’ Suppose a friend tell you she overheard another friend saying your baby is ugly. Your response might be a steely eyed stare and, “Did she now? Well bless her heart.” Which translated for non-southerns would read, “She said what? Well she can kiss my fu*kin’ ass!” Remember one must be polite at all times.

 

I hope this lesson is a unique southernism has helped. It was fun to try and explain. And just as a bonus lesson - 




Monday, April 25, 2022

Trippin'

I’m tired of writing about being sick. I’m kinda tired of being sick too, but I do think I’m getting better. So as long as I’m getting better, I’m going to do something with this impending good health. I’m going visiting. I’m hopping on a plane and going to see Sunny, you remember Sunny … from Aimless Rambling.


Sunny and I met in person may years ago. We decided to meet up in Las Vegas. Mollie was not thrilled that I was heading off by myself to meet up with someone she assured me was probably an axe murderer. But actually, it turns out Sunny was not an axe murderer after all and we’ve taken several trips together over the years. I even got to meet her husband Ray on one of these trips.

 

This time I’m heading to her home. We talked yesterday morning. I don’t know what we’ll be doing so I was asking what kind of clothes to bring. Ray said I’d for sure need some formal wear, but Sunny assured me that a tiara would be optional. And Ray did indicate that he probably wouldn’t be wearing his tux.


Maybe something like this.


I hope that they’ll be about to cope with me wearing shorts and T- shirts and such. Maybe I’ll grab a pair of capris for a ‘formal’ evening. It they want to go somewhere really fancy they can leave me home with the cat. I’m really easy to please. I just hope I can get rid of this cough so she won’t make me sleep outside.



Friday, April 22, 2022

Still around

This is one lousy cold! Do colds get worse as we get older? I know when I was teaching, if I had a cold, too bad. Suck it up and go to work. But I don’t think I could have worked through this one.


Wednesday was the worse day. I got up and came to the living room before I took my first nap, about 8:00 AM. I never really felt awake all day. And the coughing is horrible, it makes my whole chest sore. But I got through Wednesday in a fog and ended up sleeping pretty well that night. 

 

Thursday morning I woke up feeling a little better. I was congested and coughing, but I still felt better. I decided to put a little Vicks under my nose, they say that can help. Opened my little jar of Vicks and … nothing, no odor at all. 



Now you know you can smell Vicks from the next room without trying. But I was getting nothing. Not being able to smell was screaming Covid at me. So I tried something else. I detest peanut butter and I can smell it a mile away in cookies or candy or anything. I practically stuck my nose in the jar, but again I could smell nothing.


I decided it was time for another Covid test and too one. It still said negative. I had my sense of taste, but not smell. I called my doctor who sent me to an urgent care for another test. This third test said negative also! Thank goodness. The PA feels it’s just a bad cold combined with the ridiculously high pollen count. She said this combination could block your sense of smell – maybe, but it’s never happened to me before.


This is where I stand on my fight with this cold. Feeling some better, taking three over the counter meds that the PA suggested, and still napping often. Just checking to make sure the Vicks smelled as it should I gave Nick a whiff. His head jerked back and he asked, “You can’t smell that?” I’m guessing the Vicks still smells. I can get the faintest odor now, it’s like the jar has been empty a couple of years but just the tiniest odor remains. Hopefully my next post can tell you I’m completely back to normal… well, normal for me.

Monday, April 18, 2022

COLD

No, not outside, in my head and chest. I’ve tested negative for Covid – it’s a cold. But I haven’t had a cold since 2015 or 2016, since way before I retired. I was hoping my streak would go a little longer. I forgot how crummy a cold can make you feel.

 

I’m planning to spend this week coughing, sneezing, trying to breath and working on getting rid of a headache. If I think of something to write about, I will. But don’t expect much.




Thursday, April 14, 2022

Well trained

No, not me, that ship has sailed. It’s my son. Maybe it's not training so much as the fact that he is very considerate of me. I’m sure some of you are sick of hearing about my kids but… you keep coming back knowing what you’re likely to get so there’s fair warning.

 

I turn off the TV pretty early each morning and Tuesday I’d heard nothing about the shooting in NYC. But around ten that morning I got the following text from LJ, Hey, you may see something about the subway this morning. Not near me or Collin. I knew something bad had happened, so I went looking and found the news stories.



Bless his heart for texting me, he knows I worry. They do live in Brooklyn and, of course, ride the subway daily. I would have been frantic when I heard the news. What took about ten seconds of his time saved me hours of anxiety and I appreciated it.

 

We text later in the day and I told him I knew his city had Ubers and Cabs if he wanted to use them, to which he replied, Who am I, Rockefeller? He has always told me NY is safe, and for him it has been. Sadly, finding a ‘safe’ place these days is getting harder and harder.

 

I’m grateful my boys are safe for the moment and I pray for all those directly affected by the shooting.

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

All in a day's teaching


Mollie was hoping for a good year now that she could teach in person. It hasn’t been her best. She has twenty kids. Four are on anti-psychotic drugs another one should be. Five are on medication for ADHD, four more have been diagnosed but the parents have chosen not to medicate them. I think I shared that earlier in the year one of her students broke both his arms on the playground. There is a grandmother raising one of her students whose hobby is getting teachers and administrators fired. She’s making Mollie more and more nervous. Then a couple of weeks ago…

 

A little girl in her class said that she felt really sick. Mollie sent her to the nurse and they called the parent of the day – mother, aunt, grandmother the child has no one steady in her life, to come get her. The adult refused saying the child was faking and if she wasn’t throwing up or running a fever she wasn’t coming.



The next morning a cafeteria worker called to Mollie’s classroom before school got started and said one of her kids looked so sick, so pale she was white. When the girl got to Mollie’s class she begged her not to call her aunt saying she’d just get mad and not come any way. There is a large walk-in closet in the pod and Mollie got the girl a pillow and blanket and just told her to rest. She slept for four hours. When she woke Mollie sent her to the nurse who called home and told them that if they didn’t take the child to the doctor that they would call social services. They came and got her but no one knows if they saw a doctor that evening or not.

 

The next morning they couldn’t wake the child and took her to the ER. Her sugar was reading just over five hundred and they transferred her to a children’s hospital an hour away. The child will eventually get a pump, but for now she needs to learn how to give herself insulin with Mollie overseeing each dose. You have to go to the cafeteria chart, check to see how many carbs in whatever she eats for breakfast or lunch, calculate the amount insulin in units and inject the insulin. And of course, keep records. 



Mollie didn’t seem as frazzled by this as I would have been, but last Friday was a bad day. Many things had gone wrong. One child had taken a swing at Mollie, the vicious grandmother had been texting her, and there were a few other minor things. She made sure the child insulin packet, that she has to carry home each night, because the parents won’t pay for two, was in the girl’s book bag as she led them out to car riders. Five minutes later Mollie sees the girl eating candy. She rushed over to see what was going on and the kids says, “Don’t worry I gave myself some insulin.” My poor daughter is freaking, the kid has given herself too much. She gets with the nurse and they tell the mother what’s going on and how many carbs she need to eat now… And the mother responds, “Oh, that’s all right. It doesn’t matter.” 

 

Mollie breaks down into tears – something she doesn’t do – as the mother drives away. She wasn’t only scared at what had just happened, she was also worried that no one will be caring for the child over the weekend. Mollie’s principal and the nurse comfort her. The principal, a really nice lady, give her a hug and asks, “You are coming back Monday, aren’t you?” She was only partial kidding. Many teachers these days are simply walking out. And I can’t really blame them. But Monday was a better day. And she has her eye on Thursday. After that she has a ten-day break. That’s going to help a lot! 

 

If you have kids or grandkids in school, please know that most of the teachers are doing the absolute best that they can. Maybe send a note, a kind word goes a long way.

Thursday, April 07, 2022

Off to the theater - VERY carefully!

Many years ago, they turned my old elementary school into a multiply purpose building – there are various stores, rooms that can be used by different groups and there is a large auditorium where they have community theater. I love these performances; I usually know several of the cast members. They also have a nice dinner, so this dinner theater is a real treat for me and many of my friends. I nearly always go with my old teaching partner.

 


I mentioned her in a post way back in January, when she fell and broke her neck. A very scary time, but she is doing well. She is still in a neck brace. She hasn’t had it off for a minute since the break and will have it on through May. I got a call from her Monday evening. I assumed she was checking to make sure I had the tickets and to check what time I was picking her up. 

 

Nope, that wasn’t it. She called to tell me that she had fallen again and had broken her arm. Her left arm, and of course, she’s left-handed. “So that present a problem for the play Thursday night.” I could see that, and I was wondering if I could find someone who wanted her ticket. But that wasn’t the problem. Her only concern was… “Would you be able to carry my plate to the table for me?” Good grief! 

 


Yes! I can carry her durn plate, but who’s going to carry her? I’m just about scared to take her. I want a wheelchair to take her from the car to the building. What if she trips again? I told her I was going to treat her like a little old lady and hover over her. She said if I do she’ll hit me with her new purple cast. Sigh… we’re going, but I am going to hover. Let’s hope I can dodge the cast.

Tuesday, April 05, 2022

Speaking of lesbian vampire cowboy shifters...

I met a group of interesting women this weekend. They were individuals, all living within hour and a half of one another, who write. None of us had ever met before but somehow we all knew someone who knew someone and we decided to get together and talk.


I used to be a little uncomfortable talking with other writers like this. I always wondered what they would think of what I write. Trust me I no longer care. In my opinion what they wrote was kinda out there too. 


One was writing about cowboys in space, because she like science fiction. She said it took a lot less research than writing about real cowboys – not a bad point.

 

Another wrote about lesbian vampires. Might not be my thing to write about but she was fun to talk to. And the last lady also wrote about shape shifters – bears, not wolves. 



So while I was still the ‘odd man out’ I didn’t feel very odd at all. And they didn’t bat an eye when I told them my genre.

 

 It was fun talking with other writers. Just meeting brand new people and having a nice conversation over lunch seemed amazing after the world’s being shut down for so long. We’re going to try to get together again next month. I have to get out of the house sometime. Maybe a conversation about lesbian vampire, space cowboys and shifting into bears is just the new normal.

Friday, April 01, 2022

Discussing spanking with a vanilla, part 2

If you didn’t read yesterday’s post, you might want to do that. You can find it here. I enjoyed talking with Eddie. I certainly had no desire to try and change his mind. But I did enjoy trying to explain a little of what we do, what we want. I didn’t really go in depth in my explanation, I just tried to show our side of the paddle, so to speak. It was a good discussion.



PK, I hope you don’t think I would have had a ugly reaction if you had told me about your enjoyment of spankings. That is totally up to you and what goes on behind closed doors is none of my business. I hope I didn’t give you the wrong ideal about my reaction to your book. 


I still feel that using spanking to control one life is not my cup of tea. Often in your book you referred to this as punishment for activities that had taking place and those activities were about a person choice of action. To me there is a difference between something you enjoy and perhaps part of your sexual activity and something giving as punishment and controlling. 


I love your Cassie character, strong, sassy, and independent women. But to put it somewhat in your book, you should not be completely controlling all the things I want to do. At least at the end Tom said if you can’t beat them, join them. That made me see him looking at Cassie’s side. 


I guess one reason I’m very sensitive to this is my wife was slap, beaten, had a gun held to her head, and who knows what else took place. It took me years to get her to understand herself worth and what she had to offer to the world. This makes any kind of controlling seem bad to me. I do enjoy reading your books. I certainly do not consider what takes place between you and your husband any of my business. Forgive my writing skills, I was a PE and Social Studies major, not creative writing as you can tell. Best of luck on your future writing. 

 

 

Eddie, you are one of the kindest most understanding men I know. Though I would have never discussed it with you back in the day it wouldn't have been because I would have expected an ugly reaction. I guess I worries more from it being found out and everyone thinking – teacher/spanking... It could have been a very bad reaction from parents. I'm just so much more relaxed about it now that I'm retired. Though I still cringe when I come across a teacher/student spanking story - not for me!

 

It's easy to explain spanking as a slap and tickle foreplay idea. It’s much more complicated when you add in the ‘discipline’ side of it. That’s what they call my genre – domestic discipline. Some women are born craving this. Some just felt the urge after reading 50 Shades of Grey, but many, like me were born with this desire. I began making up stories in my head of this nature when I was about four. But I also grew up knowing instinctively that this desire would not be understood by others. So people like me stayed in the closet. As a child I was spanked occasionally, hated it! I always knew what I was thinking about was something totally different.

 

Most of my friends didn’t come out to their husbands until we were middle aged. We had to know that we could handle everything ourselves. I was doing it. Teaching full time, caring for my parents, looking after Nick and the kids and the house, working in the church and on and on. I knew I could do it all. What I wanted was a safe place to land – to have someone who would look after me, protect me, care for me, tell me what to do in some cases so I didn’t have to decide myself. And yes, someone who cared enough to use spanking when I didn’t listen at times. It’s certainly not for every woman, but it was what I’d wanted all my life.

 

When I did come out to Nick it was like magic – I actually had teachers on my hall ask me what I was on! One said they couldn’t have slapped the smile off my face with a 2x4. Of course, I never told her what was causing my joy. But while Nick was willing to try, he’s more like you. He was willing to play around with it, if that was what I wanted, but he could not get into it for real. And that’s been a disappoint for me. I’m not disappointed in him. It’s just that the lifestyle I dreamed of never happened.

 

The book that I’ve written that is the closest to me is Returning to Us that’s where I really let out all my frustrations. It’s just that my ending was different from the book.

 

I do understand your sensitive. Most of us knew at least a little of what your lovely wife went through before you. All of us who view ourselves as ‘spankos’ are well aware that many would view what we enjoy as abuse. It’s not – we believe in 100% consensual spanking in a loving relationship. Of course, in fiction the consent may seem dubious at times, but it’s there.

 

I have thoroughly enjoyed our exchange today! I am happy to see that you like and enjoy my books and that we have different views about an interesting topic, as friends often have!

Thursday, March 31, 2022

Discussing spanking with a vanilla

I got the most interesting email the other day. It was from Eddie, my first principal. This was the man who gave me my first job as a teacher, so he’s always held a soft place in my heart. Before he hired me he was the teacher of our adult Sunday school class so over the years I feel we got to know each other well. 


Since I advertise my books on my real Facebook, I’ve pretty much outed myself to everyone I know. I’m old enough to write about whatever I want to and I no longer find any reason to be embarrasses. 

 

This was the email I got from my old principal and former Sunday school teacher.

 

 

PK, I read your book Suspicions on the River and I enjoyed the story plot, however as before, the spanking used by men to control their wives is something I have a hard time with. I grew up with four sisters and a wonderful mother and I just can’t accept a man controlling a woman’s life in the manner that your books do. I think you are a wonderful writer, but I do not get pleasure from reading this type of control by a man. I’m sure many of your readers do so I hope you are very successful in your present and future writings. Just wanted to give you an honest opinion.

 

Hey Eddie, I truly do appreciate it. I understand exactly what you’re saying and for the vast majority of women you are correct. But after blogging for sixteen years, I know there is a strong group of women who find this type of consensual relationship loving, protective and satisfying. On the blogs we are definitely not recruiting, merely giving an understanding and accepting place for those that have always felt strange for having this desire. I’ve always wanted to go on Oprah or somewhere and explain it to others. Thank you so much for reading some of these books AND for giving me your honest thoughts. People that don’t like the spanking parts usually won’t tell me and those who are intrigued by it really won’t tell me! May I send you a rant I put on my blog years ago? Let me know. I loved hearing from you.

 

I did send him the rant that I reposted here a few weeks back. We had another exchange the next day. I’ll put that up tomorrow.

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

How we partied

We had a great trip and I’m so happy to be home! The birthday/ retirement party was planned by my cousin’s daughter and she did such a good job. We – the seven of us that came from many states away – were all in the kitchen. When we walked out one at the time, my cousin-in-law burst into tears. She just seemed totally overwhelmed that we had all come so far for her. That made us all feel good.

 

The next day their daughter had something ‘special’ planned for us. What do you think…




 

It’s not something I’d have thought of, but we had such fun. And we found out we are all fantastic painters!

 

We had lunch together and then dinner was catered, BBQ and towers of desserts and we all filled out cards to tell them both the best parts of retirement – boy, I could have written another book to tell them all the good parts! 

 

I can’t say our partying was wild but we all really did have a good time.

Friday, March 25, 2022

I'm outta here...

For a few days. After staying where I belong for the past two years we are heading off to par-tay in the big wild city of Cincinnati, Ohio. It’s not my dream vacation destination but there are people there I want to see. My cousin and his wife are having some big life events and their daughter planned a large family surprise party for them. Now the mom found out about the festivities fairly quickly, but she doesn’t know that several family members are coming from NC.


As much as I like to be around family normally I’d say that was too far to drive for a party. But I quickly realized that this family has driven here for the family reunion at our home every year for the past thirty-four years. Even with high gas prices I don’t think this trip would even come close to evening things up.


Their kid has worked hard on this. She’s hosting a dinner at her home Friday night, a painting brunch for Saturday morning (I have no idea what this entails) and then dinner at a nice restaurant Saturday evening. My sister is riding up with us while other cousins are flying in. Are we a wild bunch or what?


While I’m off attending who-knows-what kind of parties with my cousins in their sixties and seventies, you all hold down blogland. And I’ll be back soon to tell you of my wild adventures!


*Pictures may not accurately portray the parties we'll be attending. But one can hope.

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

I didn't want to be mom then

I love being a mom, but there are times I don’t want to be Mom. And that happened yesterday. It was better when if one of the kids was hurt, a snuggle and a kiss on whatever boo boo they had would solve all problems. I got a call from LJ yesterday morning. I knew something was up. He calls every week, but always on Sunday afternoons. He was calling with a pet question. Yes, I was a veterinary technician in the past, but they don’t seem to realize that that was nearly forty years ago.


His cat, Easter, is very old, very thin, eats very little and recently he said she has stopped eating at all and begun throwing up. He said that she seemed disoriented and wasn’t able to walk well. He said that her last trip to the vet was so traumatic for her that he had promised himself he would never put her through it again. But he wanted my advice – what should he do?


Ugg – I didn’t want to be mom right then. I did know from my vet days that it was probably liver failure and that at the age of fifteen or so, nothing the vet could do would really make her feel good again. And as much as he loved this cat he had gotten when he was in college and had lived with in NY for all his time there, the time had probably come.


He knew that and he was resigned to it. I think he just wanted his mom to tell him it was the right decision. In the city, you call someone to your home to do this for you. Less fear and drama for the pet – just as hard on the owner. But he had it done last night and then texted me to let me know she was gone and that he and Collin were alright and he said he loved me. It’s really hard to live a long way from your kids when you know they need that hug as much as you want to give it.




Tuesday, March 22, 2022

In case you need more...

While I'm talking about books and reading and all, I wanted to give another plug to a fellow writer and good friend of mine, Donna Steele. I've been reading Donna forever and she is a fantastic writer! If only I could get her to add a little spanking into her books they would be perfect. I've posted about some of her work before.

She writes in several genres. She really like science fiction - which is not my cup of tea. But she does make it work. Nothing's too far out there. She makes it all believable. I've read all three of these books and they're great. If you enjoy a good story, try these! I'll let Donna introduce her work.

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I’m very excited about my new series – Unknown Tasks. Brandy knows things and can do things that are hard to understand, but that’s her task. Now Jason has become her task, the most complicated she’s been assigned so far. The other difference, Jason himself. Brandy has never been drawn to someone she worked to protect before. Did her taskmasters plan that or even see it coming?

Jason has been on the run for nearly six months and he’s at the end of his rope, and money. Ducking into Brandy’s café certainly wasn’t planned. So why does it seem she’s waiting for him?

Follow Brandy and Jason in this new series. Book One – Baked Goods and Book Two – Decoding Corruption are available now through Amazon and KU. Book Three – Accounting for Evil will be out in July.

Excerpt -

This was shaping up to be her most complicated and multi-tiered assignment yet. Letting her employers down was not an option, and so many people would be affected by what could be accomplished, even her new friends, Paige and Lindsay. It would have been nice to be able to talk to someone about this job–her life-long friends Kip or Nat, even O. That wasn’t a possibility. They had their own assignments.

Brandy had friends here, yet she was still all alone. Now was not a good time to become overwhelmed.

She could feel him now. He was close. He had taken some time to arrive here, but Brandy became more aware as he approached her location. His pace had given her time to prepare for him, construct the infrastructure she now had. She wasn’t able to see his face yet, but his body was that of a man in his prime, despite whatever he was going through. He was definitely hungry, that was easy enough to pick up on, but he couldn’t allow that to slow him down. Little slowed this man down, but she could tell he was burdened, nearing the end of his rope.

Why did she still not know what constituted that rope?

He was the main reason she was here and had created a more permanent living arrangement—much more than any previous task she’d been assigned. It had been a busy time since rescuing Jen from Keith back in Tennessee. Instead of a single motel room, Brandy now had what, to her, was an elaborate setup.

Others would benefit as well. This task was multi-faceted and seemed to be of highest importance to her employers. She would do what she could to help all of them. They had put a lot into this, more than she was accustomed to.

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Jason observed the bus driver closely as he left the driver’s seat and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The driver stretched quickly, then, shivering from the cold, hurried inside the small storefront which also served as the depot for this town. If anyone was waiting for the bus, they were doing it inside where there was some heat.

This wasn't the end of the ticket Jason had purchased, though he'd never intended to go the whole way. If the people looking for him knew he was traveling by bus, they no doubt had someone waiting at that destination. At least they hadn’t been pulled over yet, so maybe he was ahead of them. He just knew he wasn’t safe yet, if ever. No tingling on the back of his neck currently alerted him of danger, though he expected it any second. There was never a time to let down his guard.

 

      

 

Bio -

 

Women Strong Enough For Love 

Donna writes science fiction, paranormal and small town romances about women coming into their strength and having the courage to find and accept love.

Now that she has retired from going into an office every day, she created an office at home and writes full time. Talk about living the dream!

She was the girl at the party who was yearning for the quiet corner and a book to read (go Rory Gilmore!) and has been writing in her head since she learned to read. Getting those stories down on paper (or in her laptop) has been more fun than she ever imagined it could be.

The possibilities of science fiction have always drawn her, and she’s read them all, there just needed to be a little more romance in them. She finally got up the courage to write them herself and is delighted to be able to share these stories with you.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.

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