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It is said that patience is a virtue.  I suppose that is true.  My problem is that I have had many situations throughout my life that could be teaching me patience and yet I still experience things that take me to the edge of my patience.  I do hope that my capacity for patience is increasing, I just can’t tell because I keep being pushed to my limit.

I do think that one thing that has changed is my perception concerning what is something to get upset about and what is something to be lived through.  I think that my personal trigger point that escalates my emotions from stressful to overwhelm is less sensitive over the years.  It does seem to take more to put me over the edge.  So maybe that is patience.

I also believe that my confidence in my abilities to find a solution or a work-around in a difficult situation has increased.  I know that I can stop, take a breath, say a silent prayer and more often than not, I can come up with a plan.  I didn’t know that about myself when I was younger.

I try to tell young mom’s something that I wish I could have told myself all those years ago, “you will get through this and you will have wonderful memories of these years.  You might remember some of the stressful times, but mostly you will remember the joyful ones.”

I think that the most virtuous part of patience is when we learn to have patience with ourselves.  Gaining this ability is truly one of the biggest blessings in my life.

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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.