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What I say?

We love to laugh.  Arden is a great one for coming up with puns or changing the words to popular songs which makes us all either laugh or groan. Everyone in our family thinks that they are a comedian, even Nick.  It took Nick a while to gain the language skills to be able to share his sense of humor with us.  When he was younger, he often laughed when we were with other people who were laughing and I would wonder if he understood the comedy or if he was just mimicking others.

He had begun teasing others by calling them by the names of his favorite cartoon characters such as Scooby Doo or Batman.  He would also sing songs and put his siblings names in the words, like, “his name was Derek, he was a show-girl.”  He loved the reaction he got from them.

Once, when Nick was about 16 years old, we gained a glimpse of who he was inside there.  Arden and I had been encouraging Nick’s older brother Ryan to find a job.  We had been talking to him for a couple of weeks about it.  One day, Ryan was teasing Nick, trying to get a response out of his younger brother.  He kept calling him Nick-a-Wuss instead of Nicholas.  After about the third time, Nick turned to his brother and said, “You, Ryan, can’t get no job.”  We were all stunned.  Nick had thrown a zinger back at his brother.

It was an amazing moment.  We were all laughing and Nick kept repeating over and over, “What I say? You Ryan, can’t get no job.” “What I say.”  I don’t think that Ryan thought it was funny, but Nick sure did.  We all laugh about it now, even Ryan.

There are many days when Nick seems to be out of it.  Either he is suffering with seizure activity or he has a lot of medicine on board to keep the seizures at bay.  But some days, the clouds in his brain part and we see his amazing personality shine through.  Those are the days that I like to remember, they are incredible.

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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.