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Most mothers of pre-school children know the joy of receiving a handmade gift from their child. Overflowing with love these creative masterpieces are often displayed on refrigerators at home and desks at work. Although Nick is 38, and I am long past the age when most mothers receive these precious presents, I still get them
I have never been on a surf board, and I am not sure that it will ever happen, but I do like playing around in the ocean. While the waves are beautiful as they come crashing onto the shore, the ocean is powerful and we need to recognize signs and understand some basic rules in
When Nick was little, the doctors warned us many times that he would probably get to a point where he’d reach a plateau in development and quit learning new things. That hasn’t happened. I want to tell you about our Christmas Miracle this week. Last Wednesday, while we were experiencing all the fun hectic traditions
Today is the 25th anniversary of the day my dad moved his residence to Heaven. He went a few days before the big birthday celebration for Jesus. Nick celebrates the day people pass away as their Heaven day, to him it is like a birthday. He remembers loved ones and sends them balloons up to
The Christmas holiday begins next weekend and the common question asked is, “Are you ready?” Well most of you are not as lucky as me. I have a personal assistant named Nick, that makes sure I am ready long before the Christmas rush. Starting just before Thanksgiving, Nick begins reminding me that Christmas is coming
We have all experienced it. We are trying our best to handle a situation and then someone, who hasn’t any experience with what we are going through, decides what is best and tells us what we should do. I have had various responses over the years to the same scenario, but last week my response
My son Nick has a rare, debilitating, life threatening disease called Lennox Gastaut Syndrome. For over 38 years I have been consciously aware that with LGS he has an increased risk of unexpected premature death. There is even a name for it. SUDEP, sudden unexpected death from epilepsy. This hangs over me every day. When
Caregiving for a loved one with a rare and debilitating disease can stretch our capacities to the maximum. Some days our responsibilities feel overwhelming. Those days, when we are observing our life, all we can see is the storm clouds and the rain pouring down. We have so many things to do and are not
We are working on getting all the Christmas decorations put up. Nick is impatient. Some of the lights need to be replaced. He also doesn’t understand that we need to take time to sleep and eat and do work. He just wants the decorations to be done. The main problem is that our light strings
Nick has strong opinions on what he considers the correct timing of things. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and today begins the Christmas season. First thing this morning he began singing Christmas carols. Sometimes during the year, I tease him a little bit. I will start singing Christmas carols when it is not between Thanksgiving and New
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.
