I’m so excited to announce that after many years of working on it, Diagnosed at Seventeen My Struggles and Triumphs Living With Rheumatoid Arthritis is finally available on Amazon.
I’ve written about Sasha in other posts: here and here. Last night she went to play with loved ones in Heaven. I’m deeply sad, and yet relieved she is no longer suffering. She was my companion, my rock in times of grief, my joy all the time, my baby.
Happy New Year! I hope 2015 turns out to be a great one for you all.
‟A new year, a new you!” We hear it every year at this time.
Truthfully, I don’t like the phrase. I’d like to suggest instead: ‟A new day, a new you!”
Why must we wait until the beginning of a new year to work on becoming a better person (lose weight, save more money, be happy, etc.)? Every morning we atre gifted with a ‟blank slate” consisting of 24 hours. Hours that we have to do, create, or act in any way we want to. Many of us sit back and let these hours slide by without notice. Why not start being more intentional in how we use them? Imagine the things we could accomplish today, and every day, without waiting for January 1 every year.
Will you join me in replacing the old, tired cliche with this new one? Maybe post it on social media, or in your emails. Let’s start a ‟revolution!”
‟A new day, a new you!”
Some of you know that I’ve been writing my memoir, Diagnosed at Seventeen, telling my story of living with rheumatoid arthritis. I’m excited to report that the manuscript is almost finished. I’m sending it to the Reminisce magazine memoir contest. Unfortunately, the winners aren’t announced until December. Therefore the book stays unpublished until after that date. 🙁
If you want to learn more, you can visit my website Diagnosed at Seventeen. While you’re there you can sign up for my mailing list to stay up-to-date on anything new.
(NOTE) This is an article I wrote in 2010. I thought you would like to read it. When you aren’t sure what to make far a meal, pancakes are a great idea. And making a party out of them is always fun.
The butter sizzles and dances on the surface of the griddle. I watch as Momma pours the thick batter into the shape of an R, the first letter of my name. More batter, more letters; we are having a “Pancake Party.”
Occasionally, my mom and my Aunt Elna would mix up a big bowl of pancake batter, gather us kids together, and give us pancakes for supper. These weren’t ordinary, plain, round pancakes; they were unique, fancy, odd shaped pancakes.
Our imaginations ran wild as we made suggestions for shapes we wanted to see. “Make a flower.” We would say. “Can you make a boy, or a girl?” The free-formed shapes didn’t look perfect, but that didn’t matter to us. Continue reading
Occasionally, I like to take a break from writing and do something different. It might be painting—I love working with watercolors– or reading a great book. Last week, I felt that need. I think I was experiencing a “January funk’ when it came to writing. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get the words on the paper to make sense. After several attempts, I gave in to my muse and left her alone. To re-energize, I decided to flex a different creative muscle. I took on two projects; both were developing and publishing someone else’s book.
I discovered this book has been made into a film that is going to be in theaters around Easter. I hope it is true to the book and not “Hollywood-ized.”
I enjoyed the book very much and wrote this review a couple of years ago. I hope reading this will inspire you to either read the book or see the movie. It is an awesome story.
I think the books turned out beautifully. I paid to have them professionally formatted and think it was a good investment.
Remember, I’m donating most of the proceeds to Mt Hood Hospice, so go get a copy. Don’t forget to tell your friends, too. And, as always, let me know what you think by leaving a comment below.
This Thursday we in the USA celebrate Thanksgiving. Families get together, watch football, and eat too much. Sometimes the festivities overshadow the day and we forget about why we came together in the first place.
While you are devouring that turkey or piece of pumpkin pie, give thanks for all the good things you have. A roof over your head, food in your stomach, and a warm bed to sleep in at night.
You may feel like life is kicking you around, but, there are others who have it worse. Take a moment during the day to remember your blessings. Show gratitude to your family and friends for their love and support, then…go have another piece of pie. 🙂
What are you thankful for? I’d love to read what you have to say; just leave your comments below. And have a Happy Thanksgiving!
I’ve written about my grandmother a couple of times; she had a big influence on my life. Her love for Jesus seeped into my heart and made me love Him, too.
There were many ways she showed this love, but one of my most favorite ways was through her poetry.
Grandma wrote many beautiful poems celebrating life. She took ordinary events and places and made them magical with her words. I enjoy reading and being inspired by them.
When Grandma was losing her fight against the cancer that eventually took her from us, Mt Hood Hospice cared for her, making her comfortable and painfree.
Many years ago, Grandma said that if any of her poetry was published that the profits should go to a charitable cause. Therefore, as our way of saying thanks, Mt Hood Hospice will receive a donation from every e-book sold.
Christmas Celebration is the first collection of a series I intend to publish. You can purchase the book on Amazon.com.
I hope you get it, enjoy it, and send your friends to Amazon so they can experience the inspirational words of love and faith so magically woven into verse by my Grandmother, Grace Olson.