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It’s a little too late.

Sometimes Nick says the funniest things, and the most poignant too.  For the past few weeks, we have learning how to make better food choices for the three of us.  We have been reading books and consulting with certified dieticians and nutritionists, as well as Nick’s group of doctors.  Arden and I have been focusing much of our attention and energy on this project.

Last week as I was leaving early to have another professional consultation, Arden was doing his morning routine of preparing Nick for the day.  Nick was chatting away.  He asked his dad, “Why Mom leaving?”

“She has an appointment with the nutritionist,” was the reply.  “Why she go there?” Arden explained that I was learning more about food and nutrition and how to make good choices.  Nick was quiet for a few seconds, then, with his sly twinkly-eyed grin, he started singing, “Well, it’s a little too late to do the right thing now.”  If this was a comedy sketch, I would cue the laugh track right here!

This classic song by Tanya Tucker was a huge hit in the early 1990’s.  It is the story of the eventual heartbreak that the woman knows she will experience if she continues on the same path she is on.

Nick cracks me up.  My son wasn’t saying that he didn’t have faith in me to make changes, he was finding humor in the situation.  It was funny.  I don’t believe that it is too late to turn our lives around.  I know that I can choose to make different choices.

We can and should evaluate and re-evaluate our choices.  That is the beauty of this life.  I admit that some experiences are difficult to navigate, but even in the midst of those hard things, we can choose our outlook and our perspective.  It is never too late to do the right thing now.

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Announcing that I have finished a book with the working title of “The Fairy Fort.” I am currently pitching it to publishers. Keep checking back to watch the progress of my newest novel.

Here is a quick glimpse of the story.

Sarah Doherty is an 18-year-old living in rural Ireland at the tail end of the Great War. Plagued by severe epilepsy, she is protected by her parents and lives a sheltered, secluded, lonely life. The Fae, local Irish fairies, interfere with her life. She falls forward a century in time through the local fairy fort of standing stones. She had a seizure in 1918 and woke up in 2020. The 21st century world includes life-saving prescriptions, physical comforts and the independence and freedom she seeks. The locals are welcoming and Andy Mclaughlin, a handsome young historian, is intriguing. She doesn’t want to return home.

Then a letter arrives from Boston divulging the story of Sarah and Andy’s lives that are deeply entwined in the previous century. They are not yet in love but as they seek to verify the letter through online resources, they feel a growing obligation to their unborn family and to each other. What would happen to their posterity living in Boston if they don’t return to 1918? Even if they do make it back, her parents can never know what happened to her or that would change everything.

This Young Adult time-travel romance explores the question: Do we have the freedom to make choices or is free will an elaborate illusion?

This is my third book. I love reading time travel romances. I am an advocate for epilepsy awareness because my 43-year-old son has intractable epilepsy. As a genealogist specializing in Irish research, I live part of the year in the village where the story is based. I wrote the book to help young adults understand that difficult situations can change your life. Sometimes miraculously.