Georgia loves her husband, Alan. She shows him kindness with actions and words, but Alan responds in a heartless, selfish way. To receive respect and admiration from people, he believes he must have a perfect wife—so he criticizes Georgia at every opportunity—even tells her she’s fat! Alan’s best friend Ken and his wife Jana reassure Georgia that she remains the gorgeous beauty queen she was during her college days. Who will Georgia believe—her friends or the mysterious, handsome stranger who comes into her life? Circumstances bring a change to Alan’s attitude. But is it too late to save this marriage?
Sarah is dyslexic, and bumbles her way through assignments. My books bring humor and faith. These days we need to smile.
“This assignment will prove more complicated than the last one she
had.” The lieutenant folded his wings
behind him and studied Sarah’s dossier the Commander had placed in his hands.
“Yes, I know.” The Commander wrinkled his brow as he looked down at Earth
from his position in The Heavenlies. He
stood midway between the upper and lower realm with his great wings unfurled.
“I want Tomas called in to help her with this one.”
“Tomas is ready to go back to combat duty after guarding a
rambunctious toddler. I’ll find a replacement for the child.” The lieutenant made a note on the numerous
files in his hand. “Tomas is now assigned the case.” After making an additional
note in the folder and rubbing his forehead, the officer looked at his
Commander. “This task to help Laney is a bit much for Sarah—even if she has the
assistance of Tomas.”
“Yes, it’s risky to assign Sarah. The Evil One is after Laney and Laney
is in grave danger, but Sarah’s duty is romance. Our novice angel is not
commissioned in protection skills. Make sure Sarah understands this.”
“Sarah has a reputation for blunders. Do you think she can successfully
get Laney and Cannon matched before bad things happen to our young female
earthling? Laney and Cannon are tough cookies. They will resist the idea of
marriage to each other.”
The Commander laughed. “Sarah and her antics crack me up, but I promised
her another opportunity with the humans. She goofs a lot, but her compassion
makes up for the bungles. When on Earth, our newest angel takes on earthling’s
traits, and I wouldn’t commit this task to Sarah if I didn’t have confidence in
her ability to get the job done. However, Tomas must be allowed to work his
assignment without her interference. Tomas is Laney’s defender, not Sarah, but
knowing Sarah, she will try to help Tomas.” He turned; expanded his wings to an
even grander span, and readied to zip off. “Keep me posted.”
Sarah prepared for her descent from The Heavenlies. By earth’s schedule,
it had been months since she had been below. But there was no timetable in The
Heavenlies. Eternity recognized no
calendars, clocks, or time pieces and it had no beginning or end.
She had once served the Superiors in Houston, Texas, and now her orders
were to return to the same city. But Houston was huge. How could a clueless
angel find the way? Grasping her orders, Sarah had no sense of direction for
getting around in heaven or on earth. She wished for one of those GPS devices
those humans used, but angels weren’t supposed to need them.
Pointing her body toward earth, she zoomed like a bomb straight down to
Texas. When sky scrapers came into view, Sarah righted herself and drifted to
the terrain’s surface. She landed in a parking lot surrounded by buildings. Good—back
on this special planet called Earth.
Sarah had never been to the other galaxies in the universe, but many
angels had. She hoped her missions were always for the earthlings. She liked
Her stomach rumbled.
Why was she always hungry? It would be necessary to find a place to
fortify strength before finding Laney. Once the assignment started, it might be
hours before a chance to satisfy appetite presented itself.
She glanced at the signage on the building. How fortunate—an eatery:
Pop’s Old Fashioned Hamburgers. While invisible, she ducked behind the
structure and made sure no one would see her. It wouldn’t do for earthlings to
see a woman materialize out of nowhere.
Now then—when people looked, they would see a young lady dressed in jeans
and tee shirt. On the last trip to earth, she’d had discovered stilettos wasn’t
her thing, so this time she opted for a pair of sneakers.
The day was hot. She had the ability to cool herself with her internal
thermometer but decided to check inside to see if any adjustment was necessary.
She strolled up to Pop’s lunch counter. A man with a white beard and
baseball cap over his white hair stood ready with a pencil in his hand. “What
would you like to order Miss?”
“I’ll have a cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate malt.”
He handed her a number for her order; she summoned money from the
handbag, paid the man, and chose a table. After a few minutes, the man brought
the burger basket to her. “Would you like anything else?”
Sarah looked up at the kind man and smiled. “I could use some directions.
I don’t know my way around Houston.”
The man smiled. “Me either. I don’t think I can be of much help to you.”
Sarah lifted her eyebrows. “How long have you lived here?”
“All my life, but I stay close to Dallas. Don’t get to Houston very
Don't you love ants? The tiny little buggers show up in unexpected places. You anticipate them at a picnic, but in your bathroom? What drew them there? No sugar in that room. They are so small, get through the tiniest cracks and are a nuisance to get rid of. Tiny but annoying. Do you have ants in your thoughts? Life? Do you find yourself swarming with frustrations that won't go away? We all do. But ants have a purpose. They kill off other insects that cause harm to plants and produce. Beg your pardon? Huh? They can be useful? Yep, that's what experts say. So, in this comparison, are you saying that the tiny annoyances of life can be a good thing? They can actually benefit me? Yes, that's what I'm saying. The things that harm us now can be used for a blessing later. Just wait for it. But in the meantime, get rid of the ants in the kitchen.
Thoughts produce actions, or a choice of actions. Whether it's an action and a reaction, we can choose our thoughts and responses.
What are you choosing today? Positive thoughts and constructive behavior?
Me? I'm in limbo. I'm trying to overcome a sense of doom. I feel overwhelmed, How will I respond to those feelings? I must choose.
Our daughter, the one with dementia, is returning to Austin in a few weeks. We've worked like crazy to get things ready for her. She and her hubby were pack rats. We've been cleaning her garage and house so a caregiver can move in with her.
Before the cleaning days
After the cleaning days.
She and her hubby chose to live like this. If he hadn't died, left my hubby as executor, and she didn't have dementia, we'd have chosen to leave things alone. If people want to hoard, that's their choice. His death and her dementia, caused us to make choices. Ones we didn't want or need.
The choices we make affect others. He didn't know he'd die. She didn't know she'd have dementia. But while they were healthy, they could have chosen to live cleaner lives....in more ways than one. Alcoholism caused his cancer and her dementia.
I don't enjoy revealing personal details, but if I can help someone change actions, it's worth it. Think about the actions of today and what they will bring you and others tomorrow.
The progressive, accomplished character of the Cherokees is evidenced by the pictures and stories in this book. Here you will meet the leaders who helped rebuild the great Cherokee Nation, legendary figures like Sequoyah and Will Rogers, and the patriots and artisans who have kept the tribe’s culture and tradition alive throughout history.
I was looking for images to fit the scene below when I came across this remarkable book. I lived in Tahelquah, the Capitol of the Cherokee Nation, my first year of marriage. Hubby and I both attended Northeastern State while he pastored his first church. I admired the spirit and intellect of the Cherokee and incorporated Tahlequah in my novel, Mattie's Choice. My husband is part Cherokee, and although my book is fiction, his family inspired the book. The excerpt you are about to read below is Mattie's backstory. Mattie eloped with Jesse but jealousy eats at him. He forbids Mattie to see her family. He believes she will leave him for her former, better life if she visits with them. Will Mattie choose to give up family? You'll need to read the book to discover the answer.
Avril counted the strokes as she brushed her hair. When
she totaled one hundred, she laid the brush aside and turned to her husband.
“Charles, are you ever sorry you married me?”
Charles made it to her side in one giant stride,
placed his hands on her shoulders and met her eyes in the mirror.
“Never one day, my dearest. I fell in love with you
on sight. If President Jackson hadn’t forced your ancestors to move to
Oklahoma, I’d have gone to Georgia to find you. I can’t believe my life without you.”
Avril smiled. “But you were born into a prominent
Virginia family. I doubt your parents wanted you to marry someone of Indian
“It wouldn’t have mattered to me what they thought.”
“I guess Jesse feels the same way.”
“Maybe. That’s one thing we don’t know for sure, but
he probably doesn’t care. The Colbys came from Kentucky, and Kentucky was once
heavily populated with Indians. Back in his day, President Thomas Jefferson met
with an Indian delegation and told them to mix in marriage. White men have
married Indian maidens over the years. Everyone knows the story of Pocahontas.
Nevertheless, such marriages are frowned on by some. I know several who keep
their blood a secret. I’m guessing Mattie’s Cherokee heritage doesn’t matter to
Jesse or he wouldn’t have married her. Our families accepted each other. Jesse
doesn’t accept us. If it hadn’t worked out for us, what would you have done?”
Charles massaged her shoulders.
“I would’ve done all I could to change their
minds—just like Mattie says she’s doing.” Avril grinned at him in the mirror.
laughed and kissed the top of her head. “One look into your beautiful black,
flashing eyes is all that it takes for me to do your bidding. Our Maury and
Mattie have your dark, good looks. I’m not surprised Jesse fell in love with
Mattie. I simply wish he was a reasonable man.”
fair skin and blue eyes, our younger girls resemble you and your English
ancestry, and I’m sure it won’t be long before they have boys courting them. I
just hope they marry someone who won’t split the family.”
Avril stood and Charles placed his arm around her
waist, tucked her into bed, turned off the electric lamps, and joined her.
“We see my family, but I’m sorry we don’t see your
folks more often. I regret that, but I’m satisfied you didn’t move me back to
Virginia.” Avril reached for his hand.
“Don’t worry about
Virginia. We’re staying here. Oklahoma still has the best opportunities.” He
squeezed Avril’s hand. “If I could’ve come with the first land rush, I’d have
met you sooner. “I had to wait an extra four years for the second land opening,
but I got here as fast as I could.”
“Yes, you and about fifty thousand other white men,” Avril
stated in a subdued tone. “Many of my Cherokee ancestors weren’t happy about
the first land rush, and they were also irritated about the second one. They’d
endured too many broken promises from the government, and those broken promises
resulted in our Trail of Tears. Then look at what happened. After a mere fifty
years of giving us a new home and calling it Indian Territory, the government
approved land for white settlement. Those authorizations removed Indian control
and the white man took over. We lost our land again.”
Charles squeezed her hand again. “I hate that. My
good luck came at a price for your people. I’m sorry.”
Avril acknowledged his hand hug with one of her
own. “I know, but it wasn’t your doing,
and thanks to you, I’ve benefited from the white development, so I have mixed
emotions—happy for me, sad for my people.”
Charles remained quiet and waited for Avril to speak
Avril clucked her tongue and began once more. “I
doubt the men were thinking about taking land from my ancestors, just as you
weren’t when you came. Like you, they wanted to build a life for themselves and
their families. Most arrived in Guthrie with nothing but a dream, and even
after years of living there, they didn’t acquire much—if anything at all. It’s
sad, isn’t it? Sad for them and my people.”
Avril grew silent for a few moments and then
continued. “The required age was twenty-one. You were twenty-two. I admire you
for taking a chance.”
In the dark, Charles shook his head. “Thanks,
sweetheart, but I didn’t consider it a foolish gamble. Guthrie was Oklahoma’s
territorial capitol and I believed in the city.”
“You made a large amount of money in the construction
business during those boom days, but most of those people didn’t make it. They
suffered loss and defeat, just like my ancestors did. I have no idea why God
allows some to achieve and not others. Do you?
“No I don’t have an answer to that question.”
“Are you happy you sold out and moved to Fossil
“Of course I am. This is where I met you. Besides, it
turned out to be an astute business decision. I had a hunch things were
changing. Sure enough, the political leaders moved the capital to Oklahoma
City. Fossil Creek appealed and was logical. A smaller place is better for a
family, and I wanted one. Tulsa is a day’s journey by buggy, and Oklahoma City
takes about two days. I can conduct business in the bigger cities if I need
Avril chuckled. “The trip would be faster if you
bought a gasoline buggy like Maury plans to do.”
Charles caressed her arm. “And chug down the road in
a cloud of black smoke from one of those things? No thanks.”
In the black night of their bedroom, Avril smiled. “I
predict Ford will eventually fix that smoke problem.” She was silent a few
minutes and then continued. “I’m pleased you’d already built Hillside before we
met. I moved right in. God has blessed us.”
“Yes, He has, but I don’t want to flaunt our
position. We enjoy what some consider a sizable fortune. I could have hired
more help, but we both agreed that wasn’t a good idea. Our children know the
value of a dollar and how long it takes to earn one. Maury builds pens and
coops. He also helps with the planting and harvesting. The girls learned how to
cook, clean, sew, grow a garden and tend animals. Our daughters don’t know how
to bookkeep money accounts—no need for that, but Maury does.”
“I think you should teach our daughters to bookkeep
chuckled. “Now sweetheart, let’s don’t get carried away. There’s men’s doings
and then there’s women’s doings. I’ll teach Maury about business. We’ll
continue to be involved in construction and land development here in Osage
County. We can use our influence to help others.”
“We’ll see. Time will tell. At this moment, Jesse
doesn’t want anything from me.”
“What about Mattie? If she asks to come back home,
will you let her?”
“Of course I will, but I don’t believe in divorce.
Besides that, divorce isn’t an easy thing to get these days. I doubt there’s a
court that would issue one. I don’t believe in interfering with a man’s
marriage, either. We’ve taught our offspring to keep an oath once it’s given,
and Mattie gave one to Jesse.”
“Mattie is a woman-child. Not quite grown up enough
in some ways and too much so in others. She didn’t realize what she might be
“Especially where Jesse is concerned. I’ve got to
think on it. She’s put us all in a dilemma.”
He released her hand and turned his back to her.
“Goodnight, Avril.” I hope you enjoyed meeting Avril and Charles, and I hope you'll soon meet Mattie and Jesse.
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How would you like to count these books? Dust them?
No? Me neither.
If you pull one book out, will they all tumble down?
I love books. I love writing books. Whoever stacked books in the above photo does too. He/she must have a fantastic mind. How else could he/she find the one they looked for? To be honest, that clutter would drive me crazy.
Hubby and I are spending mountains of time helping our daughter, but work continues.
I've finished the edits for Mattie's Choice. At least I hope I've finished. I thought so once before and then I got a new editor. The new editor and I went over the book again, so now I wait for the galleys.
Mattie's Choicechronicles the lives of two women in the historical years between 1925 and 1975. Mattie and her sister-in-law, Ella faced harsh circumstances, but remained strong in spite of setbacks. The choices these ladies made were difficult.
I'll be happy to add Mattie's Choice to my shelves. Have you read any of my Sarah books? They will make you chuckle. Mattie's Choice will make you cry. Depending on the day, you may need to do both. Cry and laugh.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. I've always liked that prayer and find it useful for all situations. I'm praying often these days for serenity, courage, and wisdom. I've not written in several days, and I've missed our visits. I'll try to quickly update you. If you've been reading my blog, you know my family has been hard hit in recent months. Changes in our lives are occurring so fast that keeping up is impossible. I usually share faith and humor on this blog, and I'm not sure revealing sad, negative experiences is beneficial to me or you. I'd rather communicate happy, positive thoughts, but I must look through the rain to find cheery ones these days. There is good with the bad. Here's a few lighter moments. Our daughter has made friends with an 87 year old, sweet lady named Becky. Becky lives in the apartment next to her's. This lady keeps a garden in the courtyard at the assisted living facility. These two, one younger in years and one older in years, eat ice cream together every night. Their favorite in Blue Bell, Moo-ilennium Crunch. They go through a half-gallon as fast as a bolt of lightning cracking the night sky. I took two half-gallons to them last Friday. This is Sunday. They probably need more.
Becky goes out late every evening to take care of her plants and veggies. When she didn't return, our daughter went to find her. Becky and her walker had gotten stuck in the mud from a recent rain. Our tiny daughter waded through ankle deep sludge to help Becky. Becky is much taller and larger and daughter couldn't help her walk out. They both fell and ended up covered in mud. Daughter decided help was needed and went inside to find the staff. Becky's call button didn't work, and Daughter forgot she had one. Daughter and Becky laughed themselves silly after the adventure. They retreated to their rooms for a shower, then they treated themselves to a second bowl of ice cream.
Not everyone at the assisted living facility has dementia. Some want to downsize and others need safety from falling. Daughter enjoys pushing a few around in their wheelchairs.
Our daughter loves to talk, and dementia hasn't slowed down her love of chit-chat. She visits with every one in the facility, and her optimistic attitude blesses most of the residents. I say most. One resident ask her to speak softly. Her loud voice bothered his ears. I found that sweet and funny all at the same time. Perhaps her dementia makes her think all the 80 and 90 year old people have hearing loss. No need to tell her to speak up.
Dementia is a cruel disease and it becomes more punishing as it develops. It's merciless to the one who has it, especially at the stage our daughter is in. She recognizes her limitations and they frustrate her.
The disease is odd too. Our daughter has become a hoarder and becomes upset if something is thrown away. She has a fish bowl of Sweet and Low pink packets in her room. She adds more packets each day to the collection. The director of the facility tells me a lot of her residents with dementia are like that. One lady scarfs up foam cups and hides them.
We placed our daughter in this lovely facility so we can remove articles from her home. We need to make space for a caregiver to move in and look after her. Her hoarding tendencies make it impossible for her to be around us when we remove articles. She wants to put everything back. Here's a picture of her garage, and it only is half the garage.
Lots of work to do.
Enjoy your day, and find a smile.
I hope the changes coming your way are happy ones.