Monday, September 30, 2013

Book Club Book Questions


 
The Girls From Ames by Jeffrey Zaslow
 
 
We won't have our discussion on this book until next Monday (October 7th).  However, as promised, here are some discussion questions.  I will give a quick review of the book and answer a few of these questions next week.  I hope you are enjoying the book!
 
The questions:
 
1.     At the end of his Introduction, author Jeffrey Zaslow repeats a question posed to him: “Could a man ever really understand women’s friendships?” How would you answer that question? Do you think Zaslow succeeded in his attempt to portray and explain the Ames girls’ long-lasting bonds?
 
2.     Also in the Introduction, Zaslow explains the basis of the Wall Street Journal  column that gave birth to this book, saying, “The column focused on why women, more than men, have great urges to hold tightly onto old friends.” Do you agree that women stay closer to friends than men do? Why or why not?
 
3.       “E-mail has been a great gift to the Ames girls’ friendship, as it has to many other women’s friendships in recent years,” (page 76). Talk about how technology has changed friendships in the past decade or so. Are you in more regular or better touch with friends because of e-mail, texting, Facebook, Twitter, or IM? Have you formed new relationships—or, reignited dormant ones—as a result of social networking sites?
4.       “Male friendships are often born on the athletic fields,” (page 54). What do you believe comprises male friendships? Do they form through activities like sports, or through something different? Do you know men who are part of a group much like the Ames girls’? If so, how does the male group differ from the female?
5.       Which of the Ames women do you think strayed farthest from her Midwestern upbringing, or defied the expectations of someone raised in her hometown?
6.       Cathy tries to explain the attachment between the women as one borne out of shared roots: “We root each other to the core of who we are, rather than what defines us as adults—by careers or spouses or kids. There’s a young girl in each of us who is still full of life,” (page 96). Do you think it’s common for people who were close childhood friends to maintain that bond in adulthood?
7.       “Researchers worry about this current generation of girls. Studies suggest that the average girl today is likely to grow up to be a lifelong dieter, to have a distorted body image, and to be emotionally scarred by cliques,” (page 114). How has adolescence changed from when you were young to what a teenager experiences today? Do you share the concern that the new generation of girls faces a tougher time than young women of bygone eras? What societal or cultural factors might account for this shift?
8.       In Chapter 10, Marilyn’s sister explains to her: “Men who’ve confided only in a spouse or a girlfriend can feel lost after a breakup or divorce, because they lose their only confidant. But for a woman with close female friends, the end of a romantic relationship is more bearable because they haven’t lost their entire support system,” (page 146). What do you think of this supposition? Can you think of examples in your own life that prove this statement to be true, or that dispute it?
9.       From Rod Stewart to Hall and Oates and Grease to Love American Style, the Ames girls’ shared experience of 70s and 80s popular culture bolsters their connection to one another. Why is it that the music and media of our youth is often more meaningful than what we enjoy in our later years?
10.   If you are a woman, is The Girls From Ames a book you would recommend to a man? If you are a man, what drew you to read this book? In what ways is Girls a story that transcends gender?


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Should God Bless America?

I want to stay away from my opinions on politics on this blog.  However, after a having a conversation with a friend earlier this week about our government, I stumbled across this on Facebook and felt it needed sharing.



A Country Founded by Geniuses but Run by Idiots

by Jeff Foxworthy:

If you can get arrested for hunting or fishing without a license, but not for entering and ... remaining in the country illegally — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If you have to get your parents’ permission to go on a field trip or to take an aspirin in school, but not to get an abortion — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If you MUST show your identification to board an airplane, cash a check, buy liquor, or check out a library book and rent a video, but not to vote for who runs the government — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If the government wants to prevent stable, law-abiding citizens from owning gun magazines that hold more than ten rounds, but gives twenty F-16 fighter jets to the crazy new leaders in Egypt — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If, in the nation’s largest city, you can buy two 16-ounce sodas, but not one 24-ounce soda, because 24-ounces of a sugary drink might make you fat — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If an 80-year-old woman or a three-year-old girl who is confined to a wheelchair can be strip-searched by the TSA at the airport, but a woman in a burka or a hijab is only subject to having her neck and head searched — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If your government believes that the best way to eradicate trillions of dollars of debt is to spend trillions more — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If a seven-year-old boy can be thrown out of school for saying his teacher is “cute,” but hosting a sexual exploration or diversity class in grade school is perfectly acceptable — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If hard work and success are met with higher taxes and more government regulation and intrusion, while not working is rewarded with Food Stamps, WIC checks, Medicaid benefits, subsidized housing, and free cell phones — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If the government’s plan for getting people back to work is to provide incentives for not working, by granting 99 weeks of unemployment checks, without any requirement to prove that gainful employment was diligently sought, but couldn’t be found — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If you pay your mortgage faithfully, denying yourself the newest big-screen TV, while your neighbor buys iPhones, time shares, a wall-sized do-it-all plasma screen TV and new cars, and the government forgives his debt when he defaults on his mortgage — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

If being stripped of your Constitutional right to defend yourself makes you more “safe” according to the government — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.

What a country!

How about we give God a reason to continue blessing America!

Friday, September 27, 2013

Rain, Rain...



...Go Away!!!

In the past week, we've had three full days of gray rainy weather.  Yesterday there was some sunshine (thank you Lord), but the rain showers still moved in.  Today, we woke up to more gray skies.  One of the reasons we moved to Florida was for the blue skies and sunshine.  Florida isn't supposed to get storms that roll in and stay put for days.  That is Kansas weather.  At least we don't have snow here, a month of winter gray at a time.  That was depressing.

Today, I'm praying for sunshine and blue skies to break through the clouds.  A little cooler temperature would be nice too.  I don't ask for much, do I?   

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Calgon, Take Me Away...



There is most definitely a need for Calgon breaks for all of us.  I am close enough to both the Atlantic ocean and the Gulf that I could jump in the car and be there in a hour and a half.  However, I don't do it nearly as often as I should. 

There is something genuinely relaxing about the waves, the sun and the sand.  Burying your toes in the sand and feeling the waves roll across your feet while you look toward the racing waves on the horizon is therapeutic.  We all need that.  We all need the fresh air and sunshine.

I have worked in large corporate buildings throughout my life, ending mid-July of 2012.  They were always too hot or too cold, the same air circulated around the building, spreading germs of the sick into healthy lungs.  The smokers (a lot of them were friends, mind you) stood in front of the building so anyone walking in or visiting would have to walk through a cloud in order to enter the building.  (It was the only spot designated for smoking.)  In the last building, I was lucky.  We had ample space with U-shaped cubicles.  The upper three floors were crammed into cubicle purgatory with smaller L-shaped cubicles that sat on top of one another.

Not anymore.  I have my own office in my own house and Lord willing, I plan to keep it that way.  I have a desk and chair, a cabinet for my printer, two stocked bookshelves, a loveseat and a window seat.  The window is covered by plantation shutters which I can swing wide open and even slide the glass pane up to let the fresh air in.  I love my work space.  I get a lot done too.  Maybe that's way I don't take as many beach breaks as I needed when I lived in Kansas.  There are palm trees right out my window.  With the growing greenery surrounding my house all year around - it doesn't get much better than that!

So when you need a Calgon break - just close your eyes and go to the beach.  Or better yet, come on down.  We can go relax at the beach together!

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Weathering the Storm



Weathering a storm takes a lot of courage, a lot of hope, and a lot of faith.  Today, a close friend of mine is having surgery to remove a cancer ridden thyroid and a couple of lymph nodes.  I know she is frightened and faces radiation treatments in the very near future.  I wish that I could be sitting in that waiting room in Kansas with her husband today, unfortunately, I am writing this in Florida and sending my prayers for her heavenward.

My lovely friend, we have been through trials and tribulations both together and separately.  We had a mountain to climb at one point and missed out on five years of our friendship.  You are the sister I never had.  You are in my heart and prayers always, but today those are on overdrive.  I pray for a capable medical staff, experienced surgeon, and a clean lymphatic path.  You are in God's hands today and always.  I love you, my friend.  Godspeed.  I know you'll be up and at it again in no time.      

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Are You Listening?



And pay me 5 cents! 
 
 
This is cute, a little egotistical, but cute. 
 
Listening is difficult for most of us.  We want to talk, we want to be heard.  When someone tells us something, we want to respond.  I can't begin to tell you how many times my youngest son has complained to me about the goings-on in his life and I have jumped in to "offer" my opinion.  That was not what he was looking for.  He only wanted a safe avenue in which to vent.  It got to the point that I would ask him, do you want my opinion or do you just want me to listen?  This worked out well for a while, though now, I tend to just listen.  Thankfully, those eventful calls no longer come very often. 
 
The Stephen's Ministry course I took several years ago in Kansas taught me the difference between sympathy and empathy.  It also taught me how to sit next to someone who was hurting and listen to them.  I was not to offer advice, only a friendly ear and a safe place to be heard.  I learned to listen, to pray with and for this person, and to help them through a rough period in their life.  It was a wonderful program offered through my large Midwestern church.  As of yet, I have been unable to find a similar program offered in my small Florida town.  However, I will keep looking.
 
If you want to truly love those around you, listen to them.  Listen when they are happy, but more so, listen when they are sad.  Don't try to fix a problem they don't want you to fix.  Offer empathy.  Stand beside them.  Hold their hand if they'll let you.  Pray.  Close your mouth, open your ears, and simply listen.  Sometimes silence and a willingness to just be there is the best thing you can do.   

Monday, September 23, 2013

Personality


Personality says a lot about our character as a person.  Do you sum people up on your first glance?  If someone is loudly dressed, do you consider them bold?  If someone is shy, do you consider them mousy?  If someone is loud, do you consider them obnoxious?  If someone is overbearing, do you consider them a jerk?  If someone is friendly, do you consider them someone you would like to be around?

We all have personality traits that are good, and others that may not be so good.  Yes, my voice carries when I get excited and my laugh gets attention (I inherited it from my mother).  I'm not particularly looking for attention, yet I gather it just the same.  And honestly, it doesn't bother me.  I smile a lot, especially when out and about, whether my day warrants it or not.  I am friendly to everyone and take the time to converse with those I come into contact with.  Those are the elements where my character comes in.  Character fueled by personality.

So don't worry about appearances.  Go out there and be who you are - all the time.  Yes, there are days when we don't feel like it but buck up and do it anyway.  At the end of the day, you'll feel better about yourself and so will the rest of the world.  Like integrity, character matters. 

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Change of Season


Ahhh...


It is September 21st, summer's last day on the calendar was yesterday.  Today we move into Fall. 

This is the time I miss living in the Midwest.  The cooler temperatures, the change of colors, the excitement of changing seasons.  The Fall festival in my home town is coming up in a few weeks.  After that Halloween followed by Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's.  This is my favorite time of the year. It's a time for family traditions and togetherness.  Plus, I get to spend time with my mom - shopping!  (Now there are some stories!)

Plan to enjoy it!  2013 will be over before we can blink.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Book Club



Ha Ha - a little book club humor! 

Just a little reminder that we are reading The Girls From Ames by Jeffrey Zaslow this month.  The comments discussion on this book will be on the first Monday of October (the 7th).  A week before, I will post some questions for you to ponder ahead of time.  I am hoping that we have some back and forth banter about this book.  I am truly enjoying the read. 

Have a great day!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Marriage Details - Even the Smallest Matter




In this day and age where marriages seem so disposable, especially for younger couples, I felt this story I ran across the other day should be shared.  I copied it and placed it here for you to read.


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus before going to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction came from our son, in case we pushed through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….”


The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

In our couples ministry at church, there are so many young couples who are struggling.  I hope that this story finds its way into your hearts.  Find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. It truly can save a marriage. 


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The World Needs More Hugs

Yes, the world needs more hugs - family, friends, and strangers alike.  I come from a family of huggers so this is easy for me.  I just lean in, wrap my arms around someone, and hug away.  It's a lovely gesture that makes others feel cared for and perhaps even cherished simply for being them. 
 
 
So now that you've gotten your hug, your assignment today is to hug someone else, or as many someone else's as you like.  Smile, we're all in this life together and need all the hugs we can get!   
 


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Getting To Know You



I thought it might be fun to change things up today and ask (and answer) some thought evoking questions.  Please answer as many questions about yourself as you are willing to share and post them via the comments section below.  I would love to hear your answers as I share with you my own!

1.        What is your favorite smell? 

A:  My man’s shirt after he has worn it (unless he’s been working in the yard or on the car).  There is something special about a man's scent.  I'm sure there is some scientific explanation for this. 

2.       If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

A:  My mother.  She is beautiful, compassionate, funny, smart, tough as nails when she needs to be, and loves with all her heart.  She is my mother, my mentor,  and my best friend.

3.       What chore do you absolutely hate doing?

A:  Cleaning the Bathroom (need I say more?).

4.        If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

A:  When I was young, I wanted to be Jennifer.  In my adulthood, I don’t have a preference.  I can choose any name I like when building the characters for my novels so it changes all the time.

5.       If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would do?

A:  Scream.  Dance.  Cry.  Find a lawyer.  (In that order.)

6.       What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?

A:  The Mountain Between Us by Charles Martin, last month’s book club pick.

7.       What is your favorite form of exercise?

A:  I enjoy such things as walking, swimming, and biking.  However, if I was to be honest, my favorite exercise would be dancing.  You know – the kind you do when no one else is around?  The crazy, let your hair down, jump on the furniture type of dancing.

8.       What was your first record, tape, cd, or iPod download?

A:  Mine would have been a vinyl copy of Puppy Love by Donnie Osmond.  (Loved those purple socks!)

9.       If you could learn to do anything, what would it be?

A:  Sign Language.  I bought a book on the subject, I just haven’t begun to study the craft.

10.   Is a picture worth a thousand words?  Elaborate.

A:  Yes.  For me, it takes more than a thousand words to build that picture in my mind or on the page.  And when finished, that picture is worth every one.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Attention to Detail


 

What is so difficult about completing a job, any job, to the best of your ability?  Have we become a society that is so indifferent and lackadaisical that we just don’t care about anyone or anything else?  I have to admit that there are tasks that I dislike and would rather not do myself, but I accomplish them, and most of the time with a smile on my face. 
Integrity is all we have.  It is the core of who we are as a person.  It is the fundamental heart we display to the world.  What do you want the world to see; someone who cares about their surroundings and accomplishments, no matter how small, or someone who is reckless and can’t be bothered?  Are you someone who will take the time to do things right or someone who carelessly slaps a few things together and calls the job done?

For me, I want to display the person I am at the core; a thoughtful, considerate, compassionate person who is kind, attentive, and loyal.  I care about my actions, whether anyone can see what I am doing or not.  I know the difference between right and wrong and I strive to do the right thing, every time, no matter how big or small the project.   
How about you?  What kind of person are you at the core?  Hopefully you would have addressed the corn/watermelon situation above.  I know that I would have.  I wouldn’t have been able to walk away until the correct label was properly affixed to each package and the problem was solved.  For such a simple mistake, it speaks volumes as to the person responsible for it.  Again, what kind of person are you at the core?  What does the world perceive from your daily actions?  And even more importantly, can you live honorably with those perceptions?        

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Parenting Woes



Kids do not come with a manual.  There are a lot of people out there writing books on the subject.  However, are they writing from knowledge and experience or opinion?  Every child is different.  Though the same household rules may apply to each, personalities, interests, and the way their minds work are different.  Do we screw up our kids?  Probably on some level, yes – but we love them and do our best to bring them up as best we can.  Every generation has its obstacles.  I think we all hold our breath during the dreaded teen years.  While some parents are able to release that breath within a few years, others hold it for a very long time. 
Though my oldest son matured quicker than my younger, I still held my breath through his early marriage, Army career which consisted of six years - including a year-long tour to Iran and another to Afghanistan.  There were a lot of long, prayerful nights and days during those periods.  We are breathing much easier now that he is left the military and is solidly standing on American soil, especially since he and his family are only a couple of hours drive from us now.

The younger son has left us with many breathless moments, mainly because he took the longer road to maturity.  While he was busy singing in the rain, we were on our knees praying.  He was twenty-five when we moved across county, twenty-six when he married and became a step-father.  He may still have some lessons to learn but moving away from him and forcing him to stand on his own two feet helped us and him immensely.  (Please don’t consider that our move was simply a ploy to get away from our son, there were other more complicated reasons the move was made.) 

So what do you say when your child accuses you of screwing them up?  What can you say?  Yes?  Possibly?  No?  Stick to your guns.  Do what’s best for you and your children, even when what’s best is not what they want to hear.  You only get one chance to be a good parent.  We all have regrets in how we handled a certain situation or two.  However, whatever your circumstances, do your best and love them with all of your might.  What else can we do?  We are human, after all.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Dancing to the Jail House Rock

Oh My Gosh - this is little guy is precious!!

You have to see this two-year old boy dancing away to Elvis.  (We all need to lighten up and jump up to join in with him!)

Check him out:

http://www.wimp.com/dancingjive/

Now smile and have a great day!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Wrinkle Free


 

 Wrinkle free and three sizes smaller!  What a hoot that would be.  However, we would be cheating ourselves.  Pounds and wrinkles come over time and with experience.  Pounds can be dealt with easier than wrinkles; we can actually eat right and exercise most of those pounds right off.  (I know, I know – easier said than done.)  Wrinkles and scars are different.  Wrinkles and scars are testaments to the things that life has brought to us, things we have lived through and survived. 
We live the yo-yo of weight control and buy our wrinkle creams or possibly invest in the miracle drugs of dermatologists, but no matter how hard we try, each day brings more age and experience to our bodies.  Learn to appreciate your body for what it is – YOURS.  Respect those laugh lines and eye-crinkles and stretch marks – you earned each and every one of those.  Don’t hide them, rejoice in them.  We all come in different shapes and sizes and skin types.  Remember that you are the only you you’ve got.  Don’t be afraid to look in the mirror for everyone’s mirrored reflection is different.  Be happy, be healthy, and cherish the body you have.  It is special because it belongs solely to you. 

 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

To the Red, White and Blue



In Memory
September 11, 2001
 
 
I know that most of us can remember exactly where we were and what we were doing when the life altering events unfolded on this day, twelve years ago.  Like many, I was at work listening to the radio as I prepared for my day.  When the news came, we crammed into the lunchroom like sardines to watch the television coverage, our minds in shock, our hearts bleeding.
 
It was a time of loss, of strength, and of courage.  Many families lost members that day, but many heroes were born that day as well.  And though our hearts were broken and our minds struggled to make sense of such tragedy, our country banded together in prayer and in hope and in action. 
 
Let's take today, the 12th anniversary of this tragedy, to remember those who were loved and lost.  May we pay homage to the heroes who appeared from the smoke and debris filled streets to help their neighbors, total strangers, in whatever capacity they could.  Drop to your knees today in prayer.  Thank God that as a nation, we were strong and could not be broken.  May the strength and courage unearthed that day continue to be a reminder of what we are all capable of.  May God bless us all.     

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The Art of People Watching


 
I am a people watcher.  Are you?  Especially in large crowds where people of all types, ages, sizes, and nationalities gather together.  Do you ever wonder what the lives of those you observe might be like?  I do.  It’s the exercise of people watching that sparks my imagination and begins to build new characters in my mind.  Some of these characters actually make it to the pages of my stories.  I love breathing life into them, building them up and making them believable.  It is an art form, taking a blank canvas and fabricating a realistic picture through the use of words. 

Not only do you have to visualize what your characters look like, you have to visualize who they are at the core.  You have to know who they are in order to build them into your plot.  I am amazed that when I become familiar with my characters, the plot changes to fit them.  And though I stay with my outline and begin and end the story as planned, the journey throughout varies. 

To begin, I start with a name, first and last.  I keep a small notebook where I record an assortment of names that I run across that are unique or that I like the sound of, that I can sort of picture in my mind.  The latest addition would be the name Timber (which came from contestant Timber Brown on the hit reality series America’s Got Talent).  I won’t use his last name but rest assured, one of these days you will run across Timber’s name in one of my novels and you’ll know where the name originated.

The next time you find yourself watching other people, take notes.  It’s a great way to spark your imagination and jumpstart those creative juices.  Whether you like to write or not, it’s remains an enjoyable exercise for the mind.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Wingman of the Year


 

We’re not talking Top Gun here! 
I love this picture.  Boy helps boy get girl (at least that’s my take on it)!  It’s cute and romantic and shows the strength of friendship.  We all need a wingman (or two or three or…you get the picture). 

Hope this put a smile on your face and some sparkle in your heart.  Have a great Monday!

 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Why Men Shouldn't go to the Grocery Store



 
 
A little humor by Jeanne Robertson to fuel your Saturday. 
 
(Click the link below and pick the top left video for her grocery store routine.) 
 
Enjoy!



Friday, September 6, 2013

The Apprentice by Tess Gerritsen, A Book Review



The Apprentice is another killer thriller by Tess Gerritsen.

In Tess Gerritsen’s first Rizzoli and Isles novel The Surgeon, we meet Jane Rizzoli, a tough as nails detective in the Boston Police Department.  She has to be tough; she’s built her reputation on it by being the only female detective in the department.  Fortunately, she is responsible for bringing “the surgeon,” a serial killer rampantly running around the dark streets of Boston, to justice.
A year later, The Apprentice has Rizzoli and her team stumbling into another murder spree with disturbing similarities to those of the Surgeon case.  With a new suspect dubbed “the Dominator,” Jane finds herself in the lead detective role.  As if the mountain of physical and emotional scars left behind by the Surgeon were not enough, tight-lipped FBI agent Gabriel Dean shows up in the middle of her investigation.  Jane’s suspicions of Dean’s involvement grow tense as he seems to know much more than he’s willing to share, even guiding them down specific trails as if he already knows where the evidence will lead them.  The plot heats up when Dean goes behind Jane’s back to have her removed from the case just as the Surgeon escapes from jail.  Before long it seems that the Surgeon and the Dominator have hooked up.  As Jane and Dean put their animosity for each other aside, they work together to track down the two diabolical killers that remain loose in the city streets of Boston.  
     
The Apprentice is a well-written book that gives us insight into Jane the person, not just Rizzoli the cop.  The characters are well developed and I was excited to be introduced to detective Vince Korsak and medical examiner Maura Isles.  Being a fan of the television series, it felt the family had been reunited.  Tess Gerritsen’s background as a physician gives us the clinical terminology but also helps us to understand its verbiage.  Her attention to detail keeps this story full of twists and turns and had me sitting on the edge of my seat at times.  It’s the perfect sequel to The Surgeon, yet a great standalone read as well.  If you are a fan of the thriller genre, this book is for you.  I can't wait to dive into the third Rizzoli and Isles installment, The Sinner.

 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Does "Crazy" Run in Your Family?



Oh yes, it's going to be one of those days - I'm having lunch with my mother and doing a little shopping afterward.  I love my lunch dates with mom.  We blame our craziness on family heredity but really, it's just how we cope with life.  I was taught at a young age that you have to laugh in order to get through it.  We definitely have a lot of stories to share at get-togethers and family reunions. 

Thank goodness I grew up in a family that laughs and loves with all their might.  I truly thank you for that; it was something I was able to pass on to my children and to their children.  We'll definitely keep the family "crazy" chain going!  (I can't wait to see what trouble we get into on our family cruise later this year!) 

Love you, Mom.  Can't wait to spend a crazy afternoon with you in public!

So go ahead, embrace your inner-craziness.  There is no better medicine than laughter!

  

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Lessons Learned



This is cute and also not true in my case.  I do exercise my mind and my body.  It seems the older I get, the more certain things matter and others don’t.  For example, it’s no longer about a number on the scale but the number of my blood pressure reading, my cholesterol count , or the number of questionable looking moles my dermatologist has removed. 
Yes, with age come perspective and the wisdom to choose our actions more wisely.  I still care very much about my clothing choices, my make-up and hair routines, sunscreen, what I choose to eat or drink, and yes, exercise. 

I was at the gym one day and walked past the dance room while a Zumba class was in motion.  It was a packed room.  One young woman was standing right in front of the double-glass doorway with her back to me.  She was pear shaped with quite a large caboose.  You couldn’t miss that fact as she wore a gold belt which consisted of several ropes with gold disks attached all over them, wrapped nearly completely around her short-shorts.  Those gold disks shook mightily as she moved.  Her presentation was all about the desire for attention…”look at me, look at me!”  I had to smile. 

Youth does that to you, makes you lose your mind in certain aspects.  I will admit that I've made made some rather dumb choices myself.  However, there does come a point in time when you do grow up.  So as the numbers of my birth date ascend, I do pay more attention to other numbers associated with my person as a whole.  Exercise – for the mind and the body - really is a good thing! 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Book Club Pick for September...

Drum roll, please...


 
The Girls from Ames: A Story of Women and a Forty-Year Friendship is a true story written by columnist Jeffrey Zaslow.
 
About the book:            

As children, they formed a special bond, growing up in the small town of Ames, Iowa. As young women, they moved to eighth different states, yet they managed to maintain an extraordinary friendship that would carry them through college and careers, marriage and motherhood, dating and divorce, the death of a child, and the mysterious death of the eleventh member of their group. Capturing their remarkable story, The Girls from Ames is a testament to the enduring, deep bonds of women as they experience life's challenges, and the power of friendship to overcome even the most daunting odds.

The girls, now in their forties, have a lifetime of memories in common, some evocative of their generation and some that will resonate with any woman who has ever had a friend. The Girls from Ames demonstrates how close female relationships can shape every aspect of women's lives-their sense of themselves, their choice of men, their need for validation, their relationships with their mothers, their dreams for their daughters-and reveals how such friendships thrive, rewarding those who have committed to them. With both universal events and deeply personal moments, it's a book that every woman will relate to and be inspired by.

Please join us this month in reading the above book and sharing your thoughts.  I'll provide a list of questions that might engage our thought processes on Saturday, October 5th's blog post.  The floor will be open for discussion on Monday, October 7th via the comment section of this blog. 

I look forward to having a successful book club via this venue so pick a copy of this book, read it, and join us on Monday, October 7th.  As an incentive, I'll send anyone who leaves a comment, a paperback copy of one of my books - your choice of the three.   So what have you got to lose?!!

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Mountain Between Us by Charles Martin – Book Club Pick


 
This is my first experience reading a Charles Martin novel.  I did not realize when I chose this book that he was a Christian writer.  He writes with humor and emotion and I have become a quick fan of his work.

The Mountain Between Us is the story of two strangers, Ben Payne and Ashley Knox, who both have busy lives and places they need to be.  Ben is an orthopedic surgeon based in Jacksonville while Ashley is magazine columnist living in Atlanta.  Ben, having spent the last week at a medical conference, has surgeries on his schedule the following day and needs to get home.  Ashley is planning to walk down the aisle in two days and has much to accomplish on her return.  However, an impending storm is settling in on Salt Lake City, causing plane delays and finally the cancellation of their flight.   

Ben is able to charter a small plane to fly around the storm and drop him in Denver.  Knowing that Ashley is in more of a rush to get home that he is, he brings her along for the ride.  When the sixty-something year old pilot, Grover, has a heart attack over the High Uintas Wilderness – a large and harsh stretch of land in northeastern Utah – the plane goes down.  Along with cuts and bruises that need to be cleaned and stitched, Ben sustains three broken ribs and Ashley’s broken leg has to be reset and treated.  The only other survivor is Grover’s Jack Russell Terrier who seems to have survived the crash intact.

There are problems beyond the physical scope.  Ben and his wife are having difficulties.  The story goes back and forth from the frightening mountain scenario to Ben reliving his relationship with his wife Rachel as revealed to us via his taped recordings to her.  As Ashley listens to his words, she wonders if she has made the right decision in her choice to marry Vince.  He is a good man, she just doesn’t know if he is the right man.  As the lives of these two people, stuck in the wilderness alone together, intersect, we are taken on a sensitive and emotional ride filled with the daily dangers that arise from their perilous situation.

The characters are rounded and completely believable.  By the end of the book, you know each of them well.  The plot is solid and heart pounding at times.  It is a story of adversity, strength, endurance, fear, and love.  This book made me laugh out loud and cry as well.  It was one that I couldn’t put down for long stretches of time and is a true survival story, one of nature, of learning to know oneself and the depths to which one might go to truly survive.  I can't wait to dive into the next Charles Martin story. 

So, this is my review.  I'd love you to share your thoughts and comments, good or bad.  This is our book club and the floor is open for discussion.  Also, if you have any suggestions for September's book, please post it.  Thank!  Now, book lover's, let's have some fun!