The End

Sometimes….if you really like how something’s going…’The End’ can be some of the saddest words to see or hear. For me, it’s bittersweet to see Sarah’s story come to a close. Of course she will live on in the blank pages that are yet to be, if ever, written. However, for now it’s good-bye.

Release day, January 4, 2018. Sounds a little like Star Trek when I read it aloud! Anyway, what will happen? Will Sarah spark again with Sam? Will Liz ever settle down? Can Carter make it through another year without going back with Paige? And will Maggie and Michael’s marriage survive? What about that new neighbor….what’s his name? Oh right, you haven’t met him yet. Well grab yourself a copy of “Falling For Sarah” and let me know what you think of him. Is he a contender for Sarah’s happily ever after? Or, is he like all the other men in her life and comes with a boat load of baggage?

I’m tickled and waiting on pins and needles to hear what everyone thinks! Finally it has closure. What so many of you wanted and deserved. I apologize for making you wait this long. 🙂 I promise, no more of that in my upcoming releases. Cliff hangers stop with Sarah. Girl scout honor! (Yeah, I was never really one, but it always sounds so official and meaningful to include it in a declaration).

I assume everyone had a fabulous ringing in of the New Year. What does ringing in the New Year even mean? Are bells involved? I used to, many years ago, watch Dick Clark and wait for that ball to drop. Listen to the bands play and laugh as I sat in my warm home watching all the cold bodies in New York, freezing their butts off, blowing smoke when they talked. Where do they all go to the bathroom? Seriously? Have you ever pondered it before? They’re all drinking for Pete’s sake, and come on…no one can hold it that long. I’m pretty sure they don’t have potties on the street for this, and even if they did, how could you even maneuver to get to one? Someone said today when we were discussing it, (yes we were) that they were certainly going somewhere. Eww…

Okay, on to resolutions. Isn’t that the second question to “What gym did you join” that comes after the first of January? The only resolution I’ve made thus far is to delete emails. I hoard no where else in my life except for yahoo mail. I’ve got so many emails that the counter has stopped counting. I’m horrible with the delete button. I read and move on. Or not and still move on. So this year I plan to delete. So far I’ve done it one and a half days. We’re on day three I realize, so I’m not doing so bad.

Last year I, as many others do, found a word that threaded through my entire year and had profound meaning. It was preparedness. And wherever my life went it seemed as though preparedness was looming. I felt compelled to prepare for many things. And so I did. And so I needed to. This year my word was change. It’s a year of change. As you may know I’m adopting a little girl. If that’s not enough change right there, I don’t know what else is. But three days into the new year and I’ve been met with even more profound change in my family. And I’m okay with it. Change is change. Change can be good. At least if I’m looking for good I’ll find it, right? We’ve sort of torn up our basement changing things around. And eerily I’m okay with that, too. I’m upside down in my organization, but all right. (I’ll keep you posted of my attitude as things get lost).

So Happy New Year my dear friends. Ring in the change that we know will come with a happy heart. And remember, if we don’t have change, we have the same. And don’t you want a little change? Life isn’t meant to be a groundhog day. 🙂


Sneaky Eater

Closer-cookie.jpgI just cleaned my room and discovered I can no longer close my nightstand drawer–it has too much candy inside it. Shamefully, I hung my head and then threw my hip into it! I wondered…do I have a problem? And then I remembered that I live with 5 sets of sticky fingers. Ones that like my taste in snacks. Okay, not really snacks. Candy…in the shapes of Sweet tarts, the really big ones. I enjoy the purple ones. Then again, I love anything grape. I usually throw out the yellow ones. I detest all things yellow, usually. And then I have Zotz, Chunky bars, Lindt balls (sea salt favorite), and Sixlets. All of them living comfortably beside where I sleep at night.

I am a huge fan of “The Closer.” Brenda Lee has the same fetish, but for different reasons. Although I can never see what she’s eating in those foil covered packages. I have no idea what it could be.

And then, of course, we have Barbra Streisand in The Mirror Has Two Faces. Another favorite of mine. She’s always stashing and eating. What can I say? It’s a cozy thing to do. Hide and sneak. Plus no one ever eats my goodies. It’s a well known rule of the house. Unless I donate freely. Like when my daughter comes with puppy dog eyes and asks for a sweet tart. Can I deny a little girl who wants the yellow ones?

And so I segue into my New Year’s resolution…running two miles a day. Okay, so two miles sounds too far just typing it. I’ll start with running half a mile and walk the other half. Then I’ll graduate to the one and a half mark…maybe two times a week. Either way, I’m shaking off some of this sneaky weight I’ve gained. Who knew it would “sneak” up on ME?

I will keep you posted on my progress. I’m pretty sure I’m going to start this thing on Monday. Oh wait, that’s a holiday, right? Okay, Tuesday it is! And I’ll even donate a box of candy to the troops out in the living room. The entire box of Good and Plenty I found in the back:)


New Year, Same Resolution


Isn’t it the time when everyone is preparing their New Year’s resolutions?

“I’m going to lose weight.” (Can’t wait for all the Jenny Craig commercials to air); “I’m going to pay off that credit card and never charge it again.” (Can’t wait for all the debt consolidation commercials); or “I’m going to say ‘no’ when I don’t want to do something. (I’d love to see what marketing people could do with that one!)

Let’s face it, do we ever make it to February and stick to the plan? Is it even a plan? Or do we just spout out a couple lofty ideas; the same ones we said last January 1st and never did those either?

January is such the month for pipe dreams. I guess at least people nationally get to thinking about goals about the same time. I’d just be curious if a poll were done, who actually made it to December having completed said goal. How many gym memberships are purchased in the first month with a full year of regular visits?

I used to get all serious on the eve of January, holding my champagne glass ready to announce the profound resolution I would commit to. And if any naysayers were in the group I’d cast the evil eye upon them and judge them for all their pessimism and cowardliness, but I’ll have to admit it—I’ve become the dirty rotten naysayer the last few years. What do they say the definition of insanity is? —Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Yep, that’s me. How can someone get thin when they eat dessert after every meal? Okay, so I’ll skip dessert after breakfast and lunch:) That should help!

Seriously though, I began hearing myself saying the same thing— I’m going to pay those cards off and budget myself. No more seeing a deposit in the bank and heading off to the stores. Before you know it, BAM, it’s November and the balance hasn’t budged. Yay, I paid interest all year. So what. I’ve got to get serious about it. But how? I think I’ll do the envelope trick. Put money in envelopes that are for specific things. If it has no money in it, I simply don’t get that item. Problem solved. (I’ll keep you posted on progress).

Now for the losing weight part. I have to do something drastic to inflict change. I want to feel air between my waistband and stomach. I think I’ll cut out bread. I’ve heard good things about this. And I will try my hardest not to eat dessert EVERY night. Maybe twice a week. All right, three max. (I’ll just make it really good on those nights and bad on the nights I get nothing)

There we go, a plan! This year as I raise my champagne glass— who am I kidding? I’ll be in bed with one eye open, watching the ball drop, drinking the last sip of tea from my cup. — anyway, I’ll be much more resolved in shouting (whispering) my resolutions (to no one listening). Naysayer no more:)