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Tuesday Tales and a Little Pill

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- pillThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy!~

Strolling into the kitchen, I wondered if she had a guilty conscience. “What’s up?” Not missing a beat, she continued chopping vegetables, throwing a question back at me. “Did you have a nice visit with Violet?” “More than just nice, it was enlightening. She was so forthcoming about how you called Conner to come see me after I got home. Really? Why did you do that? What made you do such a thing?” That made her stop chopping. “I was worried about you. I knew he was a huge support to you in the hospital. Why do you think I didn’t visit much?” Mom was the one giving me up, telling on me. …

Tuesday Tales and Just One More Push

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- pushThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy!~

In that moment like a funnel I pressed all my sadness and frustration pain tolerance and resolution into pushing my son into the world. I inhaled deeply before bearing down all I had into his arrival. I felt my hair matted to my forehead, drenched with my sweat. I felt the trail of tears pouring down my cheeks. I could see Garrett's face above me when we made love that gave our child life. I thought of his expression so intent and loving when he looked deep into my eyes penetrating my soul as well as my body. I ground again pushing, searing pain scoring my insides and thought of…

That's Amore! Just Out Of My Grasp-How Often Do You Say I LOVE YOU?

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Good morning!I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for over three years. Initially, rheumatologists diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE), Sjogren's Syndrome, and fibromyalgia. However, none of the earlier prescribed medications provided any relief. Actually, I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, I finally found a wonderful rheumatologist, B. Rezazadeh in Plano, Texas. She determined through exam, medical history, and blood tests I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. (I test positive for ANAs in my blood, and also had a positive Vectra DA test.) Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is sometimes more frustrating learning to live with this chronic condition.  Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.There are several varieties of autoimmune di…

What the Storm Didn't Take - SNEAK PEEK

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers...I've been working hard on my newest romance novel, What the Storm Didn't Take. I was inspired by my friendships I've had and also some of the difficulties some of my friends have gone through. Some of my dearest friends lost everything in an Oklahoma tornado. The twister literally dropped out of the sky right behind their home. Everything they owned was strewn and scattered. Thankfully, no one was hurt during the storm. However, in my novel, the heroine loses her husband as he is trying to rescue her.
The way she chooses to move forward in her life drives the plot. I'd like to offer you a sample of my book, a small excerpt of what I'm working on. In this small piece, our heroine, Rachel, is learning how to deal with reality as a young widow. A dear friend, Conner, is trying to convince her to attend a grief support group. Let's see how it goes-

Despite appearances, anger had been bubbling beneath the surface, trying to get out. I kept …

Tuesday Tales and a Phone to Heaven

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- phoneThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy!~

“You’re going to be better than fine, you’re going to be amazing.” Conner whispered from above, so soft I’m sure the nurse behind him didn’t hear him.
How did he know I was in a panic? “I hope so.” I could only whisper back in faith, because I had no confidence in myself.
A slight hesitation at the automatic sliding doors, he momentarily stopped pushing. I swear I heard him inhale sharply, deeply. I imagined his hands gripping the handles, tighter than I held my son, for fear I’d break him.
We were both holding on…to what I didn’t know.
A few inches forward and the doors slid open, …

Tuesday Tales Walking Through the Door

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image, which we are writing to this week. Our rules change a little for the photo prompt, as we only have 300 words for the offering. Photo inspiration this time comes from the picture of a door. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.The following from me will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy!~

Maintaining faith in the designer, I spent hours, days, wondering if I made the right choice with all the brightness. I think my son will like it, so, I took the risk. Becoming a mother changed me. I suddenly became more open to creativities I’d only imagined. Having him gave me the permission to not only embrace, but, bring my inner creativity alive, as I’d encouraged my students to do.
The house was a design I’d never have ch…