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Nicky’s Rocking Horse.

Even though it had been nice, Nicky’s second Christmas didn’t  meet my expectations.  Perhaps it was just an indication of where I was emotionally. We didn’t have any extra money and our families knew it.  Our siblings all asked what the boys wanted and they were showered with toys.  They were very generous.  Nicky wasn’t too aware of the presents, but he did like looking at the shiny papers strewn around. I wanted to give a handmade gift to my sons. I had gotten a pattern for a cute teddy bear, it was about 6 inches tall.  I still had some white pile material left over from Nicky’s Halloween bunny suit and batting from making quilts so they didn’t cost me anything.  I thought that they were cute.  Ryan preferred all the fun toys that he got, but he did put the bear on his bed next to his pillow so that felt nice.  Nicky wouldn’t hold onto the bear, he just let it drop to the floor and then crawled over to the crinkled up wrapping paper.  I wanted to be the one that provided the favorite present for Christmas.  It made me sad that I couldn’t do that for my kids.

A few days later I went to the Goodwill to see what might be on sale after Christmas. I packed up the boys and drove to the store.  Right inside the door were two rocking horse climb on toys.  One of our friends had one at their house, and Ryan loved it.  Although we had to hold Nicky on the horse, he loved rocking on it also.  I felt really sad looking at those two horses.  I thought, “I would love to have them for my boys.   It would be so good for Nicky, but I am sure that they are too much money.”  I turned to walk away and Ryan yelled at me, tugging on my hand, “Mommy, come back, I want it, Mommy get both. I have one and Nicky have one.  Please Mommy, Please!”

I was ready to tell him that we couldn’t afford it, and the clerk came up.  She said, “they are on sale mam, did you see the price?”  I said that I hadn’t looked.  She explained that they were marked down and also everything in the store was 50% off, so they would cost $5 each.  I was stunned.  I did have $12.00 in my purse.  I handed over my money and received some change back.  It was a tight fit in our car, but each rocking horse could be separated from the frame and springs, so we packed them between and around the car seats.  Ryan was so excited that he didn’t even complain about being so crowded on the way home.

Over time Nick gained enough core strength to be able to stay on the horse himself, but at the beginning I sewed a harness out of canvas to keep him in the saddle.  He loved it and would rock for hours if we would let him.  We had those horses in our living room for years.  I didn’t know it at the time, but later when we learned about Sensory Integration therapy we would understand how important this rocking experience had been to his development.

We believe that on more occasions than we can recount, we have been provided with whatever Nick has needed for his entire life.  Some might call these experiences coincidences, but I know them to be miracles.

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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.