Finding ones way back! Renewed and refreshed.

 

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It has been several months since I have posted on my blog. So much has happened that I would have to write a novel to explain it all. I have had my heart-broken for I have lost a son, not to the grim reaper but to unfortunate circumstances. I have been subjected to three more surgeries, watched my husband’s health suffer, moved to another town, turned sixty-nine years old and celebrated fifty years married. The last three events should have been happy, joyful and memorable experiences but because of the first heartbreaking events they were not. I know I am not the only mother who has suffered this painful, gut wrenching and devastating loss but it sure felt like I was the only one at the time.  

Our other children, grandchildren and family did their best to see we had an anniversary to add to our memory bank and we love them for that. But our hearts would not allow us to rejoice the way we deserved.

It is time I take God’s hand and ask Him to help guide me though a time of healing. I know I cannot do this alone and was not strong enough to ask for His help before now. I am ready and I can see there is a light at the end of what seemed like a very dark  tunnel into the unknown. I pray for my son who someday may find his way back to his family.

So I am writing this post today, and tomorrow I will get back to writing the sequel to my book “A Hairdresser’s Diary”. I will take one day at a time and cherish each of those days. As far as my Anniversary, Ron and I will be married fifty years for a whole year, and will have lots of time to celebrate the way we imagined we would.

Thank you all my friends for your past support and I can only hope you will keep visiting me once again.

Something cool to read by the pool – A Hairdresser’s Diary

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If you have not already read ‘A Hairdresser’s Diary’ now might be a great time to enjoy this inspirational memoir. You can find it at any of these links. Read the reviews and then write your own. You can get it in e-book or printed form. If you prefer an autographed copy you can now get a digital signature for your e-book on Amazon.ca or .com.

 

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Happy Birthday CANADA 140 yrs

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Happy 140 th Birthday Canada.

 

A Message From The Creator

Chris:

I wanted to share the message from LADYROMP they made my heart race. Enjoy

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Is Dialogue Really Important in a Story?

Originally posted on Ronnie Dauber..author & freelance writer:

christine de pizanAs we dive into writing our short stories and novels many of us wonder if dialogue is really necessary. We struggle to get our characters to say what we want them to say and so we often just skip over it and get them to mumble a few insignificant words. The story seems fine to us because it’s alive inside our head, but the reader won’t know what that is unless we write it. So, is dialogue really important for our story?

Yes, dialogue is very important in fiction stories and in non-fiction stories for several reasons.

1. It allows the writer to show and not tell what is happening; a method that is far more dynamic to the reader than paragraphs or even pages of seemingly useless description. The writer can use dialogue as a means to describe people, places and things without incorporating long, descriptive paragraphs that tend…

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Flabbermouth Story #4

 

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Flabbermouth 4/ The drinks are on me

Marilyn, a very good friend, was having a bridal shower for her daughter Lynne. The unanimous decision for not having strippers at either the shower or the stag was agreed upon by all. She was not sure how to make the shower fun without the silly parlour games and party favours. So she decided to have the showed at a well-known reputable hotel and local bar. The idea being no one would have to drive home inebriated.

I have never been a drinker. My childhood memories of drinkers and the fact I took so many pain meds were both factors. I did, however, like one drink that my stepsister learned to make in Bartending School. The love of cherries was my downfall and the fact the drink had cherries in it was a plus. The drink was called, ‘A Cherry Hooker’- cherry brandy and orange juice with 3 cherries impaled on a plastic skewer. I always requested a whole lot more orange juice and a lot less brandy.

It was quite the joke about my heavy drinking. My kids teased me saying, “If you even open a beer bottle in the same room as Mom, she gets drunk.” Ron said I was a cheap date to say the least.

I was looking forward to the night out and figured I would nurse one drink. Therefore, anyone I didn’t know would not ask questions. I did not advertise my no drinking habits as sometimes I found I was defending myself. I was also not familiar with the new fangled drinks that were circulating the bars. I will not say I am a prude, but I am a bit naive.

When I arrived at the hotel, everyone else had already been seated at a table. I knew most of the girls, but there were a couple new faces. We had our introductions. Marilyn then asked, “Who wants a drink?” The hands were flying in the air and an array of drink names shouted out. Marilyn waved her arms and said, “I think the late comer should place the order.” Everyone thought that was a great idea. I of course was the late comer.
“Okay,” I said, “What is everyone drinking?”
Marilyn looked at me and smiled, “You will have to memorize the drink names, they are not what you are used to.”
“Not a problem I will write them down.” Then I asked, “Why don’t we just give the order to the waitress?”
Lynne piped up and said, “If you give them to the bartender first the waitress can just keep filing our orders for the rest of the night.”
I shrugged, “Okay no problem.” I started to write,” So what’s the order?”

I was surprised at the list, but I was assured I had it written down properly. Off to the bartender I went.
Now I was sitting on the high stool looking straight into the face of this very handsome, young man. Behind me, I could hear giggles, but didn’t pay too much attention. I needed to concentrate on the drink list. Oh boy, where was I to start?

Okay I would start with the simple ones first. Leslie wanted a Screwdriver. With that, the bartender nodded. Carol wanted a Planters Punch, again a nod. Betty wanted a Slow Screw? Yep that one was okay but with that one, he smiled. Lynne, ordered a Slow Screw with a twist? Whew, this was getting a little embarrassing. The bartender didn’t even miss a beat. Now for Cathy’s she wants an Orgasm. By now I was getting a bit flustered and had my face lowered and my hand shielding my eyes. Now flabbermouth blurted out, “Do you know how to make a Happy Hooker?”
“No my dear but I do know how to make a hooker happy.” With that, everyone at the table burst out laughing. These wonderful ladies had set me up. The bartender was in on the whole deal. The drinks were indeed real drinks, but the girls at the table were not having any of them.

The most exotic drink served that night was my Cherry Hooker. Now who other than your friends would love you so much and feel comfortable enough to embarrass you in front of a cute bartender and still know you loved them.

 

 

My 2nd interview with Michael

 

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Thanks Michael
The Cult of Me Blog: http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/

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Thank you Michael for this wonderful opportunity to share with all your friends and other authors. You are most kind to do this for us.  
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