Blog Challenge March 2015


Maggie from County Clare eased her weary bones against her rocking chair, while she puffed on her favorite corncob pipe. Dressed in woolen rags the morning air snuck between skin and loose cotton, chilling her blood to the bone. The wrinkles on her weathered face revealed her to be around seventy-six, but she had the spunk of a much young lass. Her left hand shook slightly, but clung to her sturdy shillelagh. Paper-thin lips smiled in the early morning light recalling memories from the past. A twinkle glisten in her milky eyes that had long since sunk back in her skull staring off in the vastness of the mossy glen. She was dreaming of the day she would join Liam Callahan, her long lost beloved. In her melancholies she could still see the funny little man who replayed his silly antics time and time again. Oh how she missed his bonny little face. A lone tear swam across her leathery cheek, a southerly wind lifted long strands of gray to the heavens above. She could feel the mist against her forehead as it lolled across the valley caressing her parched skin like an angel’s kiss. She could smell the sheep from higher up on the hill, leaving her longing not only for Liam, as well as a strong brew of Irish tea like the ones they shared so long ago. In the middle of all her musings, a short plump man with a bulbous nose, fat lips and shellacked hair shuffled across her path. In his left hand he carried a little black case that resembled an old Doctor’s bag.

“Hello.” He rocked sideways on his swollen ankles gawking at the old woman with a surprised look across his face.

“Top of the morning to ya.” she cackled, smiling her toothless grin.

“Can you tell me Ma’am, if I’m on the right road to Dublin Town?”

“Dublin you say?” her smile broaden showing gums in the wet recesses of her mouth. Aye. Dublin, is that way.” she retorted, flicking her pipe to the hilly south. What mighten you be wanting to do in Dublin?” she probed with stead fast eyes.


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Blog Challenge-February 2015


Love can be shared in many different ways. Poets such as Shakespeare, Browning and Dickenson wrote words of love on parchment. You can find love just about anywhere. For me, love came early.

First Love: It takes me back to the young schoolboy with the big brown puppy-dog eyes, and a rock your world smile. We’ve known each other since the age of eight and ten. He had the manners of a true gentleman though he was so shy, a dimple on each cheek and one in the middle of his chin, and on his head laid a thick mass of brown hair. I look back and remember that young love was so innocent at fifteen. Not!

Crazy Love: At sixteen, I met a guy with olive skin he had thick dark unruly hair that you could run your fingers through. He had green eyes that were spell binding, and his smile was secretive. He wasn’t smart and he had no manners. He was a heartless bandit that I dreamed that I would marry someday. But someday never came because he couldn’t be true to just one special girl.

True Love: Arrived when I was seventeen, I lusted after a blonde-headed Adonis with eyes the color of the deep blue sea. He was fair of face, tall and handsome, a rebel without a cause. A lone wolf that liked to party, he was the golden boy that all the girls adored. But he was the one I fell in love with and chose to marry. I must say without regret that we’ve traveled the world. We have two beautiful grown children, a boy and a girl. We have shared love and life for over thirty-five years, together and apart love continues to grow. I know now, without a doubt that this beautiful man is my soul mate and he alone holds the key to my heart. At last True Love has found me. Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends, I hope Cupid’s arrow finds you too.


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Blog Challenge 2015-January

Dear Self,
This will be your year! Now that I have your attention and I know you’re highly motivated, I have a small list of things I would like for you to achieve in 2015. So dust off that laptop, turn on your pc or bring out that paper and pencil you’ve had tucked in that bag for the last year and lets get started.
1. Finish Liquid Silver or at least half of another novel you have stored in that little stick of yours.
2. Write two short stories. (4,000 to10,000 words each)
3. Read six novels like: Daughter of the Howling Moon by R.H. Burkett, Ridgeline- by Pam Foster, then there’s Type and Cross by Staci Troilo, who are just a few of the local authors publishing great stories in Northwest Arkansas.
4. Please write a 250-300-word bio. Yes Self, you really need to update.
5. And last but not least, blog once a month. And make sure you do it on time. And Self, there really is a deadline.
Love Always,


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Blog Challenge- August 2014


Goals are like this gorgeous tree that once started as an acorn. You plant your idea, encourage it and give it room to grown, then watch it sprout a life of its own while you sit back and enjoy the beauty of your masterpiece for years to come. Its grand to have goals, goals are good. Sometimes though we set too many goals, or expect to accomplish too much in a short period of time. Then we feel disappointed when we don’t make our deadlines. Goals, I feel are achieved with time. You can’t rush them, or you will never be happy with what you get. However you must shape and breathe life into that goal each and every day until that special moment when you can finally say it’s done. And like a quote I read that said. “The greatest oak was once a little nut who stood its ground.” So go out  and grasp those goals with everything you got and make them happen!

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Blog Challenge/ July 2014


Some say, “The home is where the heart is.” I say, “The Home is where the soul dwells.” Without a strong foundation, a home can be lost in a storm or burned to the ground like a heart dying in an empty chest. However the soul rises from within and finds a new place to dwell until God calls us back home. Give me a babbling brook, a few Pines in a wooded meadow and a log home with big open windows, and the smell of Earth infusing the air. Well, I’m as happy as a black bear eating warm honey on Sunday afternoon. There is nothing more satisfying to the soul than to curl up next to a hot fire with your loved one on a cold winter’s day or night. While holding a steaming mug of coffee or a chilled glass of wine in one hand, and a pen in another. Home is a place to settle down, a retreat of sorts, to clear one’s head and gather the cobwebs of life. Home is a place with deep roots, a safe place to bind your life’s story. Or to let your mind wonder through a book filled with fanciful champions or new found love. Home is the heart and the soul of one’s life. Home is as magical, as the dawn of a new day.


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7e3969801ffdad243d9898f6bb03e881[1]Blog Challenge- June 2014

I slump in the wooden chair, rolled my head and let out a contented sigh. Yes. I’m exhausted from a fun filled day at the beach. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the sweet, salty air of the ocean. I can feel the warmth of the sun’s last ray rub against my skin, shimmering in the impending twilight. I giggle with delight, thinking this is what beach therapy is all about. I can hear the rush of the surf as it glides its way across the sandy shore like a sweet melody. I let each wave cruise through my veins like helium in a balloon letting my doubts drift to the sky. Smiling gleefully, I take another breath and open my eyes to gaze at the vivid colors of turquoise blue mingling with each layer of the tide rendering the warm salty liquid to an inky blue. Amazed, I watched as shells were uncovered with each caress, like wet fingers on a rose petal. What a wonderful beginning to my Summer Vacation. It was a beautiful day spent soaking in the sun. Where life moved at a much slower pace and the people are so friendly. No traffic lights, IPhones, or blaring car horns. And in my dream like state, my mind is soothed by the whispering winds as they fondle the leaves of the palm trees surrounding me. Out in the distance, I catch the glimpse of something twinkling in the sunset. Then I realize that it was just some dolphins at play. Happily, I sink my toes into the soft- white sand feeling each tiny pebble slip through the cracks of my toes, cool and silky. That is until I felt the first prick of something extremely sharp, almost pinch like. Holding my breath, I wait, anticipating what to do next or did I, in my dreary state of mind just imagine it? I search the pile of sand as it began to dance before my eyes. Another sharp stab soon had me pulling my foot from the sand. And there dangling on the end of my little toe was an ill-behaved crab, all pink and ruddy. He looked at me with those beady little eyes as if to say. Do you mind? I’m working on dinner here! I reach out my hand, pulled him from my flesh but he wasn’t surrendering. I squeal at the mighty little creature! And then it came to me, that he’s definitely not going down without a fight. He had his two claws lifted in the air prepared to do battle like a knight with his trusty sword. And there between those beady little eyes was a munching jaw that moved like a chainsaw to a tree. With one last look at the ugly critter, I pitched him back to the ocean where he could feast on another unsuspecting quarry of his choice. Then I reached down, beside the beach-chair and raised a tulip shaped glass to my lips, sipping greedily at some mixed-up Hawaiian concoction. While I enjoyed the rest of my evening, listening to the waves swim in.                                            Have a wonderful summer everyone. Be it by the sea or by the lake, make the most of it and remember to bring that favorite book along and just enjoy the solitude of the quiet.

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Blog Challenge 2014- May


As we settle around our picnic tables with family and friends and we bow our heads to pray, I hope that we all can remember the ones who couldn’t be here today. Some may have lost their lives protecting us so that we can have this wonderful time with our love ones, while others may still be there tucked away from our vision on the front lines, dreaming of home. While we munch on ribs, burgers, potato salad and apple pie remember those who serve in our military are drinking water and feasting on sea rations. Also remember the wives and children who are left behind wishing, and worrying about their beloved husbands, wives, sons, daughters and most importantly fathers who serve to protect you and I. As for me, I would like to thank those who have given so much for the freedom that we all share. And I pray that God will protect you always and bring you safely home. And for those that have given their final sacrifice, I know the angels sing among you, for you are now one of them.

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