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Just another normal response.

We have all experienced it.  We are trying our best to handle a situation and then someone, who hasn’t any experience with what we are going through, decides what is best and tells us what we should do.  I have had various responses over the years to the same scenario, but last week my response was uncontrolled laughter.

Arden and I dropped Nick off to visit with his sister Karen so that we could have a date.  We were only gone a short while when the incident occurred.  Nick decided it was time to clean up the legos from on the floor.  Bridger, age 4, loves Legos.  There were only a few, but a few too many according to Nick.

Nick is really unsteady right now, so he almost fell out of the chair onto the floor as he was trying to pick them up.  This stressed Karen out, obviously, so she told Nick to leave the Legos alone.

Nick didn’t like that.  He pouted.  He tried to get up.  He was told to sit down.  He was frustrated.  Karen went back to what she was doing.  Nick then noticed Bridger walking into the room.

“Bridger has Legos, Karen,” he tattled.

“I am ok with it, Nick.  Don’t worry.” she said.  Bridger had one in each hand.

“No he do that Karen, he clean them up.”

“Nick, I am the mom, I am ok with him holding onto to the Legos.  Just mind your own business.”

At this point that should have been enough.  Karen is the parent, there was no imminent danger and she was unconcerned that there were a few Legos on the floor with the potential of two more joining them.  However that was not the end of the story.

Nick muttered, “He not do that.  He clean it up.  I right.”

Karen and I laughed out loud when she was recounting the story to me.  Nick was sitting next to me, so I asked him about it.

“Are you still frustrated, Nick?”

“Yes, I right.  He not do that.”

I laughed again.  I tried to convince Nick that correcting Karen’s children is not his responsibility.  He still doesn’t agree.

If I can’t get Nick to not  step in and attempt to correct situations that he has no experience with and are not his responsibility, how can I ever expect that other adults who are typically developed to mind their own business?  I guess I have been unrealistic in my expectations.  I know that sometimes people have the best intentions, but sometimes they are just being judgmental and critical like Nick was this past week.

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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.