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Life is full of opposites.

Yesterday as I was working on my draft rewrite of the book I am writing about being Nick’s mom, I noticed something incredible.  Our lives are full of experiences that create opposing emotions.

For example, Nick was almost four when Derek was born.   The pregnancy was difficult for me, especially the last two months, when I was on bed rest.  After Derek arrived, I was so excited to take up the reins of my life and take care of my family again.  I was very grateful to my family and friends that covered for me while I was down,  and I felt bad that I hadn’t been doing my job.  At that point in my life I was pretty accomplished at picking up shame and guilt and running with it.

When our friends, Sharon and Erin Dorsey, brought the kids up to the hospital to meet the baby, I noticed that Nick wasn’t using his right arm.  Arden took him to get an x-ray and it was broken.  The doctors put his arm in a cute blue sling rather than casting it.  The only way that we even knew to get it checked out was that the arm was hanging by his side.  He wasn’t using it.  We all felt so bad.  We didn’t even know how he had hurt himself or when it had happened.  Talk about guilt.

I tried really hard to feel the joy of having Derek join our family and not have the day overshadowed by my feelings of shame and guilt that Nick was hurt.  Even though that day was 34 years ago, I can still feel the conflict of emotions as I am writing about it.

Sometimes it seems easier to remember the hard things, or the things when we or others are not our best selves.  I make a conscious effort to remember the uplifting joyful things and try to let the other stuff fall back into the recesses of my mind.  This exercise does help me keep a positive outlook on life.  It can be difficult to do that, but I believe it is important.

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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.