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My Glass Is Half Full.

Discouragement and overwhelm seem to chase me.  Yesterday I wasn’t well, and although the sun was shining, I spent the day inside recovering.  This morning I woke up, still tired, but no longer sick.  I opened the drapes in anticipation, only to discover that it was raining with gray skies as far as I could see.  I sat down at the kitchen table glumly looking outside.

Nick was being his usual cheerful self this morning and as Arden brought him into the kitchen, he said, “Good Morning Mom, you all better?  I ok!”  

Today we are packing up to begin our trip back home tomorrow, so after breakfast, Arden gave him some dessert to finish up.  Nick’s face was full of wonder.  He said, “What I got?  I got dessert?  You see this?”  Dessert after breakfast! What could be better?

He dug right in and in no time the plate was empty.  As I watched I realized that Nick finds pleasure instead of discouragement in his circumstances.  He didn’t mention the negative experiences of yesterday, instead noticing that both of us were well today and he got dessert.  It is a good day.

Although he required assistance from the time he woke up this morning for bathing and dressing, he was able to feed himself the unexpected treat.  

It takes discipline to stem the tide of negative thoughts that easily crowd our minds.  It takes much more effort to see the positive, to find the silver lining, to appreciate the fresh air that is blowing when the rain shower has stopped.  I know I’ve spent years working to create the habit of positive thought first, rather than going negative immediately.  Clearly, I’ve been successful to a great degree and I’ll always keep trying to improve.

Improve.  Daily.  I think that is the path to a better and more fulfilling life.  My temptation in some difficult circumstances has often been to give up and say this is just too difficult.  And sometimes that’s what happens.  But only for a while and then I engage once again to do my best.  Observing Nick enjoying his life is a great reminder.

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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.

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