Tag: Family

The Month That Was

September has arrived, leaving August a mere memory. And what a month it was—some good, some bad. [caption id="attachment_3905" align="alignleft" width="300"] An F-14 Tomcat on the flight deck of the Lexington[/caption] August began with promise. My husband and I had just come off a week’s vacation. Although I’m a “mountain” person, we decided to go to the Texas coast this year. We spent two nights in Corpus Christi in a beachfront hotel and one in Galveston. It was one of the most relaxing vacations I had had since our cruise to Alaska five years ago. In Corpus, we toured the USS Lexington Museum. The “Lex” was a World War II era aircraft carrier and was decommissioned in 1991. It’s also known as the “Blue Ghost” because it’s said to be haunted. We didn’t see any ghosts but were able to see some vintage aircraft. In Galveston, we rode the ferry…

This and That

Every time I think I’m going to blog on a regular basis, like maybe weekly, something happens. Before I know it, two or three weeks have passed. And while I don’t want to write something just for the sake of writing, I would like to communicate more often with my readers. So what have I been up to the past couple of weeks? Of course, I’ve been writing. I’ve made a few changes to The Stranger (once offered as a free giveaway for my mailing list). I plan to make it available on Amazon and other retailers within a few days. Final edits for Unseen Motives is coming along. I’ll be revealing a sneak peek at the cover soon and plan to have the book ready for sale in November. I’m also working on a short story with a Christmas theme. But I also took a few days off from…

I Took a Vacation

It's the same each year. I'm going along at a good pace for writing, making progress on various projects, and have numerous story ideas. I can't wait to finish one project and begin a new one. I live breathe, and think about writing—even in my sleep. And then it happens. Call it writer's block, mental exhaustion, or perhaps it just coincides with summer, but the enthusiasm for writing is gone. I struggle to think of ideas or to transfer the ones in my head to the computer. I don't want to think about writing, let alone write. In fact this year there were a few times when I wondered if I even wanted to be a writer. So, what did I do? I took a vacation. [caption id="attachment_2712" align="aligncenter" width="640"] The Lincoln Memorial[/caption] To be honest, my husband and I planned this trip several months ago. We made Virginia our…

Polar Vortex

Once again, it's time for First Friday Fiction. Polar Vortex is part six of David's story. To read the other installments, visit the First Friday Fiction page and follow the links. I'll conclude the series next month. David stood on a hill overlooking his cabin and watched the sun dip below the horizon. He snapped a few photos of the sunset before making his way back to the cabin. The wind had shifted toward the north—forecasters called for a “Polar Vortex” to make its way into the area. Along with his new job, he inherited the camp mascot, a hound mix named Winston, who accompanied David on walks. When David opened the front door of the cabin, Winston went inside, sauntered across the room, and lay down near the sofa. “Make yourself at home.” David smiled. He liked having a pet again. Cassie always hated animals. David still found it…

The Stories

Long before I realized I wanted to be a writer, I loved stories. Before I learned to read, some of my favorite childhood memories are the times when my Mom would tell me a story. I’m not talking about fairy tells, although there were certainly some of those. I wanted to hear true life experiences that happened to my parents, grandparents, and other family members. My mom, who was forty-two when I was born, grew up during the Great Depression. She and my father married before the days of World War II. I loved hearing things that took place during those times. However, the ones that intrigued me most were those of suspense and mystery. Stories such as the time when Mom spotted a man hiding in the weeds of a vacant lot next door. The story of an ancestor who worked on a plantation and a time when bloodhounds…

Humble Beginnings

A few days ago, I read a post on Lisa Hall Wilson’s blog in which she wrote about her family background. She asked readers to join her, using a template titled, “I am from.”  My writing is taking a bit different direction (more about that next week and in my upcoming newsletter), so this post fits perfectly. To join Lisa, or to read her story, please click here. I am from humble beginnings. Oreo cookies shared with my Boston Terrier Mugsie, riding in the back of Daddy’s ’51 Chevy pick-up down Legion Hill Road, trips to town for a blue coconut snow cone, fishing in our neighbor’s pond, and listening to baseball games every night on the radio. I am from the simple white framed house where extended family sat around the kitchen table, the older folks talked about the “good old days," where the coffee pot stayed full, family…

Making Memories

I’ve been AWOL for a while—at least here on the blog. Although summer doesn’t officially arrive until later this week, I’ve been thinking about the lazy hazy days of summer for a while. For many people, it is a time of increased activity. For me, it is a time to slow down, to reflect, and to enjoy family times. So rather than a lengthy post, I’ll share a few photos of some of my summer activities (to date): We attended my great niece's high school graduation. Some day, I plan to write Anna's miracle story, but suffice to say, we are very proud of her. My husband surprised me with an overnight anniversary trip to historic Jefferson, Texas. Jefferson is known for its antiques, as well as ghosts. We stayed in a hotel that was built in the 1850s, but we didn't see any ghosts! There is something about trains…