I believe that it is human nature to avoid doing something that we don’t want to do. Either we think that it will be unpleasant or we aren’t sure of the outcome. Will we be successful or will we fall flat on our face? Sometimes this procrastination pattern is subtle and not easily recognized. At other times,
Nick loves music and he loves to sing. He knows hundreds of songs with all of their verses. We will sing together, sometimes for hours, but he usually won’t sing for others. Years ago we were at a party honoring our friend Paddy Bogside Doherty in Derry City, Northern Ireland. Paddy had been awarded an honorary
Nick broke his ankle yesterday. He tripped. We caught him and eased him to the floor. He said he was ok, so we went on with our day. He seemed a bit unsteady, but that is a common thing for him lately. We increased our support with tranfers. Hours later, after his weekly massage, he
I was talking to another mom yesterday as she related to me a story that I knew well. Her adult daughter had started seizing the day before, over 20 Grand mal seizures in a 2 hour period. The mom wasn’t able to get the prescribed rescue meds into her daughter between the seizures. That was
I never really know how to answer this question. Oh it should be simple, right? If you asked about one of my other kids and their families, that is easy. I give the global answer of, they are doing great, and then add in a few details depending on who is asking and how much
Nick really doesn’t like it when people are mad at each other. If Arden and I are ‘discussing’ anything when he is around, he will first clear his throat. Loudly clear his throat, I mean. If that doesn’t get a response, he will ask, “Mom, you frustrated with Arden?” That usually gets a response from
Nick has taught us another valuable lesson. Years ago, we noticed that whenever something bad had happened, Nick would say, “Oh well.” It might be when the stack he was creating fell over, or even when he himself fell over. It might be when I was feeding him and I missed and the food was all
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.
