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What I Have Learned from Chronic Illness – Guest Post by, Tina Frisco… | Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Many thanks to my friend Chris Graham, The Story Reading Ape, for once again hosting me on his supportive and informative blog
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Visit Chris’ blog HERE. He has so much to offer.

 

The opportunity to learn presents itself more often than most of us recognize. We ignore or do not hear the knock on the door to our hearts and minds. We become outraged or sickened when engaging with or reacting to someone whose behavior strikes fear in us. We allow our attention to divert to the trivial when facing something that makes us uneasy. Yet everyone and everything we encounter is a mirror, a reflection of ourselves.

I have been off line for most of the past six weeks, coping with a flareup of fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue. When homebound and at times bedridden, it is a challenge to feel connected to the outside world and not slip into depression. I constantly have to remind myself that I am not alone. My shaman teacher told me this early on:

The first lesson of power is that we are alone.
The last lesson of power is that we are one.

Recognizing and engaging with the numerous mirrors always before us requires mindful awareness. Any emotion that disrupts inner peace and union with The Divine provides an opportunity to grow. This could be a personal encounter, a memory, a TV program, a disquieting sound or smell, a visual image…

While in the throes of pain and fatigue, it can be difficult to focus one’s intention. Yet the most exacting circumstances offer the most potential for growth. Remaining aware of this, I have learned many things from chronic illness.

Growth occurs in stages. When we find ourselves in a recurrent situation and feeling frustrated/angry/disgusted, it is important to remember that we merely are peeling away another layer of the onion, the façade we believe to be our true nature. But we must not stop at this realization. We must dive deep and search for the cause, knowing full well we might encounter more illusions along the way. However, with each diving and resurfacing, we discover a piece of the Self we are dying to know. And yes, we are dying. We are shedding the relative–the illusion–and being reborn, moving closer to the absolute.

We move in and out of emotion until we reach
enlightenment . . .

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#BookRelease ~ Charles Yallowitz ~ Legends of Windemere: Warlord of the Forgotten Age

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I can think of no better way to ring in the new year than by promoting a fellow author.
I’m delighted to welcome fantasy author Charles Yallowitz to my blog. Charles recently released his latest novel, Warlord of the Forgotten Age, the 15th and final book in the Legends of Windemere series.
Charles is a prolific author whose accomplishments are too numerous to mention in an introduction. I’ll try to do him justice at the end of this post. Now over to Charles, who will tell us about his writing experience and newest book.

Charles Yallowitz - Warload of the Forgotten Age

 Buy the book HERE
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Charles Yallowitz - The Hopeteller

Thank you to Tina Frisco for helping me promote my latest release, Legends of Windemere: Warlord of the Forgotten Age.  This is the final book of my fantasy adventure series, so I’ve been thinking a lot about the long journey.  15 volumes and 19 years later, I’m not the same person I was when I started.  How could I be?  One thing I did when I finished was looking at how I progressed along with the series.  Something this massive would show hints to my own development as a person, right?  Hence, the topic of what novel writing can teach us about ourselves.

The first thing I learned about myself goes back to the old favorite of pantser or plotter/planner.  As much as I love pants, I’m definitely more of a planner considering I put a lot of early work into outlines and character bios.  For a long series, I try to have the main story plotted out and the main cast designed before I even start.  This helps me maintain continuity and stay on target with foreshadowing.  Sure, I typically had to rewrite the next outline after I finished a book, but the major plot points remained intact.  That right there shows that I’m not 100% planner, which I think is the norm.  We gravitate more toward one than the other, but there’s at least a spark of the opposite in our work.  As much as I plan stuff out, outlines rarely survive the first draft process.  I merge, add, and erase sections while characters refuse to go along with some ideas.  You have to learn how to roll with this because a natural flow is better than forcing stuff.

You also learn about your own limits and boundaries.  How far are you willing to go with an action or romance scene?  What language are you comfortable with?  These are questions that we may answer without realizing it.  For me, I found that cursing didn’t work well for Legends of Windemere while it felt like a necessity for my Bedlam series.  Two different worlds and tones, which also effected the violence aspect.  I went for a little gore in my fantasy stuff because you have undead monsters and medieval weapons aren’t as clean as bullets.  Zombies ooze, vampires drink blood, and warriors can lose limbs, which I accepted without a problem.  Oddly enough, I had a harder time when it came to the sexual limits.  For the life of me, I can never bring myself to write the actual act.  Kissing, hugging, making out, removal of clothing without mentioning certain parts, and the afterglow were all done.  Actual sex?  It just didn’t feel like it was a necessity, which means I learned a limit.

We end up putting our opinions and thoughts on the world in our stories too.  It isn’t always apparent at first, but you can catch it on an editing run.  Many times, it will be a sudden ping in your head that part of yourself slipped into a scene.  I’ve found that half of these incidents had to be removed because it wasn’t in character and the rest worked because they were subtler.  You get passionate about something that isn’t writing and then get passionate about the story, the two can cross wires without realizing it.  The best example from me involves Fizzle the Drite (a small dragon with dragonfly wings) coming across a homeless child in the sewers.  He’s a character who has always been in the wild where orphaned animals are either left to die or adopted by another animal.  Fizzle would even step in to raise the kids, but his understanding was that it was the wilderness.  To him, cities were supposed to be different and seeing the abandonment of a small child confuses him to the point where he thinks it’s plain wrong.  He asks questions about why people let it happen, which I realized came from me because it’s something I personally don’t understand.  So, a character and story can end up being a voice for the author to vent confusion and frustration about a social situation.

I’ve been kind of dancing around the big one, which is we can learn how we see the concept of good and evil.  This is probably more so for adventure writers like myself who pit heroes against villains.  Getting straight to the point, I realized long ago that evil wins too often in the real world.  Either that or we pay too much attention to evil while good is dancing around in the background asking for even a half-hearted clap.  Call me naïve and foolish *waits for the shouting to stop*, but I don’t like escaping reality to read about a world that comes off just as stressful and unbalanced as our own.  Yeah, I’m getting very close to social commentary, but my point is that this led to my personal goal for writing.  It’s to entertain and give people an adventure that will help them forget the world for a while.  Making a point is nice and can make a story stronger, but I really find myself more interested in using my stories to make a reader shed some of their stress.  It could even be hope.  If these fictional characters can prove that good conquers evil then why can’t the flesh and blood citizens of our world not to do the same?

Again, thank you to Tina for letting me be on her blog.  Please check out Legends of Windemere: Warlord of the Forgotten Age and enjoy the adventure.

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles Yallowitz, Author

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

Catch the rest of the LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE on
Amazon US and Amazon UK
All cover art done by JASON PEDERSEN

         Charles Yallowitz - Legends of Windemere        Charles Yallowitz - Legends of Windemere

Charles Yallowitz BOOKS

Purchase Charles’ books on
Amazon US and Amazon UK

Connect with Charles on his sites:
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I want to thank Charles for being my guest today, and I hope you enjoyed learning more about him. Do visit and follow his blog, and connect with him on social media.
Thanks so much for stopping by

Darkness Defines the Light – Guest Post by, Tina Frisco… | Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Chris Graham, the best darn Story Reading Ape in the blogosphere, offers monthly guest posts to authors in his Hall of Fame. You can learn how to gain entry into this prestigious club HEREI’ve been contributing guest posts for the past year and a half, and have met many new and wonderful bloggers. 
Today I’m sharing my guest post for this month, published last Saturday on Chris’ blog. I hope you’ll head over to continue reading and, while there, follow Chris (if you’re not already doing so) and explore the many wonderful opportunities he has to offer. Thanks so much for stopping by ❤ 

 

Photo by Ningren
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Without darkness, light would have no definition. Without evil, good would never be challenged to expand. Without definition and challenge, there would be no growth. Without growth, our spirits would not evolve.
Many indigenous peoples say the Earth is a schoolhouse and we incarnate here in order to learn. This makes sense only if we view the spirit as separate from the corporeal. If we do, then advancing to higher consciousness and an elevated spiritual plane holds great promise for human transcendence.
The Earth is a bipolar planet. Since all matter converts to energy, we can infer that our lessons will be of a bipolar nature. Darkness and evil are not, in and of themselves, our enemies. When we set up something as the enemy, we constrict and lose all prospect of growth. When we see adversity as our ally, our growth potential expands and accelerates.
I recently reviewed The Little Soul and the Sun by Neale Donald Walsch. You can read my review HERE
The Little Soul and the Sun by Neale Donald Walsch
The message in this book is that our spirits pledge with one another to learn specific lessons when we incarnate, and each of us plays a role specific to any person or persons with whom we have contracted. Thus, if I pledge to help another soul learn joy, I might be the implement of sorrow. Likewise: prejudice → tolerance; cruelty → compassion; animosity → forgiveness; fear → love.
This places adversity in a very different light, inclusive of the importance of endeavoring to change a bad situation. Growth lies in rising to the challenges we pledged to meet when making our contracts.
Viewing life in this way is empowering. If we made a contract that we later discover no longer serves, then it is within our power to change it. However, we might not readily see the means by which to do so. I have encountered this many times in my life and still struggle with it in some areas.
My spiritual teacher has often told me that I have the power to manifest what I want within a split second.
Continue reading . . . 
Source: Darkness Defines the Light – Guest Post by, Tina Frisco… | Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Christmas Book Fair Extra… I nearly forgot to promote my own books!!!

Sally Cronin, master of promoting fellow authors, almost forgot to promote her own books in her Christmas Book Fair! And speaking of fair… I’m delighted to help her in this endeavor by sharing her post, which highlights her remarkable achievements. Merry Christmas Sally!

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Here are my some of my current books that I would like to share today.  I have also included some of the reviews for the books on Amazon and by bloggers.  The icing on the cake..

All except for Just Food for Health are available in E-versions for most readers. You can buy all my books from my own bookstore at the links beneath the titles below but also on

Amazon US:http://www.amazon.com/Sally-Cronin/e/B0096REZM2

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sally-Georgina-Cronin/e/B003B7O0T6

Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/SallyGCronin

More reviews can be found on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7979187.Sally_Cronin

My latest book was published on July 27th 2017 – What’s in Name – Volume Two – Stories of life and romance. The print version of combined volumes one and two is available in the UK and Ireland

About What’s in a Name Volume Two

Our legacy is not always about money or fame, but rather in the way that people remember…

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#Guest Author #D.G.Kaye: Friendships – Online and Otherwise

I’m thrilled to welcome Debby Gies, aka D.G. Kaye, as a guest author to my blog. She and I met online in 2016 and became fast friends. 

D.G. Kaye Writer

Debby recently released her latest memoir, Twenty Years: After “I Do” ~ Reflections on Love and Changes Through Aging

Twenty Years: After "I Do" by D.G. Kaye

Buy the book HERE
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In this article, Debby speaks about the spirit of friendship and how neither time nor distance need alter its integrity. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did. Now over to Debby, and more about her at the end of this post. 

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Friendships – Online and Otherwise

I’m wondering if the old stigma is still attached to  the concept of online friends. Do you ever find yourself feeling as though you have to explain some of your online friendships when talking to the people in your ‘real’ world? Have you ever been told that ‘those people’ aren’t real friends because they’re online?

Some people think that our online friendships are just that – online only, and when we’re offline, those friendships are out of mind. But that couldn’t be further from the truth for me with the many friendships I have made online. There, I said it again, I hate that term ‘online friend’. It’s that term that gives the friendship that feel that we’re only friends when we find each other online. That’s like saying, our real-life friendships are only friendships when we’re actually spending time together with those friends and when we don’t see them, there’s no friendship, now that’s just ridiculous thinking.

Many people physically go to their jobs where they interact with co-workers on a daily basis. Others, work from home on their computers where their daily working life is spent online, like mine. As writers and bloggers, we live in two worlds, both the physical world and online. We engage with others in writing groups, social media, on blogs, and with other creatives in our field. So just as people make friends with co-workers in the live world, it would only make sense we also form friendships in the online world.

Writers in particular, work in solitude creating, and I couldn’t imagine my world where I spend most of my waking hours, without friends. Only other writers understand our world. And after spending so much time with those we interact with daily, it only makes sense that we also form friendships with many people, and more intimate friendships with some. The beauty about the friendships we make online is that we become friends with like-minded people. And just as in our real worlds, we eventually gravitate to certain people that we have things in common with, and thus, friendship bonds are formed.

In actuality we probably spend more time with our “online” friends than we do with our real-time friends. We take some of those friendships to a higher level by communicating about more personal things that friends share through emails, instant messaging, phone calls, Facetime, Skype and various other methods of chatting live. Heck, I do that more with my friends across the miles than I spend time visiting with friends in my actual world. We share thoughts and opinions, help each other out with dilemmas on our work, promote each other’s work, laugh and sometimes even cry together. We even send virtual hugs after conversing, just as we’d do when we’re parting with a friend in our real world. That’s what friendship is all about.

Some of my best friends now were made online. Those friendships are no different than the ones I have with some of my old real-world friends, which some of them too just happen to live across the miles. How do we communicate with our loved ones who live far away in a different country? Exactly, through the same means we communicate with our friends in our online community.

So yes, I don’t care much for the term ‘online friend’. I don’t like to justify to someone in my actual world when I’m talking to them about a friend I have online. Those friendships I’ve made with people I met ‘online’ are just that – friends – who I happened to have met online. I ‘met’ them online, they aren’t just my ‘online’ friends. The geography between us has nothing to do with the value of our friendship. See the difference?

I am blessed to have a large and wonderful circle of friends I just happened to meet online. I don’t refer to them as ‘my online friends’. And when I’m chatting to my husband or a friend in my actual world about one of those friends who happens to live in another country, but I have the luxury of being able to communicate with them at the stroke of a keyboard, they are simply referred to as my friend.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on friendships made online.

©Debby Gies 2017 

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More about Debby . . .

BIO D.G. Kaye Writer

Debby Gies is a Canadian nonfiction/memoir author who writes under the pen name of D.G. Kaye. She was born, raised, and resides in Toronto, Canada. Kaye writes about her life experiences, matters of the heart and women’s issues.

D.G. writes to inspire others. Her writing encompasses stories taken from events she encountered in her own life, and she shares the lessons taken from them. Her sunny outlook on life developed from learning to overcome challenges in her life, and finding the upside from those situations, while practicing gratitude for all the positives.

When Kaye isn’t writing intimate memoirs, she brings her natural sense of humor into her other works. She loves to laugh and self- medicate with a daily dose of humor.

Why I Write

I love to tell stories that have lessons in them, and hope to empower others by sharing my own experiences. I write raw and honest about my own experiences, hoping through my writing, that others can relate and find that there is always a choice to move from a negative space, and look for the positive.

Quotes

“Live Laugh Love . . . And Don’t Forget to Breathe!”

“For every kindness, there should be kindness in return. Wouldn’t that just make the world right?”

When I’m not writing, I’m reading or quite possibly looking after some mundane thing in life. It’s also possible I may be on a secret getaway trip, as that is my passion—traveling. 

Find Debby’s other books and read the reviews on
Amazon US     Amazon UK     Goodreads  

D.G. Kaye Amazon Author Page

Connect with Debby on her Website and social networks:
Website  Facebook   Twitter   Goodreads  LinkedIn   Google+   Pinterest   StumbleUpon  Instagram  About.Me  
My thanks to Debby for being a delightful and always welcomed guest on my blog. Please leave your thoughts for her about friendships made online. 
The Winter holiday season is a time for celebration, sharing with friends and family, and fostering peace and good will. I wish all of you much love and many blessings, now and always. 
Namaste, my friends ❤

Reblog: What the World Needs Now… #Respect – Words To Captivate ~ by John Fioravanti

This post on #Respect by John Fioravanti moved me so much that I had to share it. As I told John: I hope people around the world see this time as a fleeting, albeit bleak phase in U.S. history that does not reflect the will of the American people. Respect is crucial to tolerance, understanding, and good will. So is an open heart. Being able to loathe someone’s behavior while keeping our heart open to them is, in my opinion, a hallmark of respect. 
John Fioravanti
John Fioravanti
I hope you’ll visit John’s blog and read this outstanding article ❤ 
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“We need to reject any politics that targets people because of race or religion. This isn’t a matter of political correctness. It’s a matter of understanding what makes us strong. The world respects us not just for our arsenal; it respects us for our diversity and our openness and the way we respect every faith.” ~ Barack Obama

John Fioravanti

In my last post in this series, “Let Us Change the World!”I reflected upon the role of education in bringing about positive change in the world through a quote by Nelson Mandela. His words were spoken in the context of a speech he made to students in Boston in 1990 to encourage them to remain in school and help transform the world into a better place. 
As a retired secondary school educator, I am a firm believer in lifelong learning, and it need not take place in a formal classroom. In Mandela’s day, the Internet was in its infancy, and now it allows anyone who is curious to discover information and analysis about any topic they can imagine. It is in the context of the lifelong learner that I wish to reflect on President Barack Obama’s words quoted above from his final State of the Union Address on January 12, 2016.
As a student of history, I realize that human progress does not occur in a linear pattern and that often we regress on the way to positive growth. In some very tangible ways, we are experiencing a regression in our behavior towards others today. News headlines from around the globe give testament that division and polarization around extreme ideas and attitudes are fuelling discord and conflict between us. 
At the root of this discord is a startling lack of respect for others. What do I mean when I speak about respect? 
Continue reading . . . 
Source: What the World Needs Now… Respect – Words To Captivate ~ by John Fioravanti

Guest Author #SallyCronin ~ Grace, a Christmas Story from What’s in a Name?

I am so pleased to feature author Sally Cronin during this Holiday Season. Sally’s generosity in promoting fellow authors on her blog, Smorgasbord Invitation, is well-known, and I am delighted to reciprocate. 
Sally recently released the double-volume of her book, What’s in a Name? available in paper on Amazon UK. 

What's in a Name Vols. 1 & 2 by Sally Cronin

Buy the book HERE 

The e-Book and Volumes 1 & 2 can be purchased separately on Amazon US HERE 

Sally is sharing with us today a lovely Christmas story from What’s in a Name? Volume 1. This story exemplifies the true spirit of the season: love, compassion, and gratitude. 
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Grace
It was Grace’s fifth birthday and the staff at the council run orphanage had made sure that there was an iced cake for tea and some small wrapped presents beside the plastic yellow plate. The children sat at tables for ten boys and ten girls and meal times were expected to be conducted in silence. This rule was however broken on birthdays, when all fifty children would stand up and sing Happy Birthday enthusiastically in the hopes of receiving a thin slice of the oblong sponge cake.
Grace sat in silence as the noise erupted around her and gently fingered the blue and white wrapping paper on the nearest present to her. From the shape she could see that it was a book. It would not be new; a hand me down from one of the older children. Still, in this home of abandoned children, a gift was always treasured. A tear rolled down her flushed cheeks and slid into the corners of her mouth. She wiped them away hurriedly; being a cry baby was frowned upon. Gratefulness for the charity that put a roof over your head and food on the table in front of you was drummed into the children from a very early age.
The energetic rendering of the song ended and there was a scrapping of wooden chair legs as all fifty children sat down at once. Silence resumed as slices of bread and butter were grabbed and placed onto plates with well-scrubbed hands. There were four small dishes of jam around each table and the youngest children would wait their turn knowing that receiving a small spoonful would be an unusual bonus. One of the serving ladies, a local girl called Alice, took away the oblong iced sponge cake to be cut into thin slices. After Grace had been served one of the pieces; the large platter moved around the dining hall watched eagerly by fifty pairs of eyes.
Picking at the cake with trembling fingers, Grace managed to eat a few morsels before a coughing fit overtook her. The matron came across and slapped the child firmly on her back and offered her the beaker of diluted orange juice.
‘Come on girl, buck up,’ the stout grey-haired woman looked down at her sternly. ‘There is many a child here who would be delighted to have these treats’
Grace tried her best to smile knowing that being labelled ungrateful brought consequences, and having been disciplined twice recently, she was in no hurry to repeat the experience. It was not seen as cruelty to stand a child in a corner for an hour at a time or to send them to bed without even this meagre supper. Grace had felt the pangs of hunger more than once since her best friend Hope had left the orphanage.
The thought of her friend waving goodbye as she had left in her smart new tartan coat, made Grace catch her breath. To stop herself crying she pinched her arm as hard as possible. She hoped that Hope had not forgotten her now that she had a real mummy and daddy. The two girls had been brought to the orphanage within days of each other at only six weeks old in the winter of 1953; as toddlers they had become inseparable. They were so very different that no-one could mistake them for sisters. Grace had straight red hair that frizzed at the slightest dampness and freckles sprinkled her nose and cheeks. She grew rapidly into a gangly five year old whilst Hope, with her curly blonde hair and blue eyes, remained petite and doll-like.
It was always hoped that the babies who arrived at the orphanage would be adopted into a good home. Although there had been some interest initially, by the time the two girls reached four years old it was becoming more and more unlikely that this would happen.
However, a few months ago a couple had arrived and immediately taken to Hope and started the proceedings to adopt her. The two small girls had known nothing but this regimented environment and never imagined that one day they might be separated so devastatingly.
The matron rang the large brass bell on her table. The children stood ready to file out to the games room for an hour before bedtime at seven o’clock. Grace trailed behind the other girls from her table clasping her three gifts; as yet unopened. As the older boys played with some wooden toys in the corner, some of the smaller children clustered around Grace and begged her to open the presents. As expected there was a dog-eared picture book of fairy stories which was passed around and admired. One of the other packages contained a small packet of sherbet sweets that were eagerly sampled and in the third was a woollen scarf in a bright red colour. Grateful for its warmth, Grace wrapped around her neck and sat until bedtime looking at the pictures in her new book.
Grace had barely eaten since her birthday and the head teacher at the primary school in the village had rung matron to say that the child was becoming more and more withdrawn. Although strict and somewhat fierce looking, the matron was not an intentionally unkind woman and she called in the doctor from the local surgery.
He was a gruff looking man with a shaggy mane of greying hair. The children adored him because he always arrived with pockets filled with boiled sweets. He sat on the edge of Grace’s bed and having examined her carefully, he took her little hand in his.
‘Well little Grace what a pickle we are in,’ he smiled down at the solemn child. ‘It is nearly Christmas and you will miss all the fun if you don’t start eating soon and you will have to stay in bed.’
The child turned her head away and whispered into her pillow. ‘I only want Hope to come back home for Christmas.’
The doctor returned downstairs and met with matron behind the closed door of her office. Reluctantly at his request she made a phone call and proceeded to have a lengthy discussion with the person on the end of the line.
Having left instructions that Grace was to be fed every two to three hours with some chicken broth and a little toast and jelly if she would eat it, Doctor Baxter left to continue his rounds. He promised to return on Christmas Eve in three days to see how the patient was doing and also to carry out his annual duties as Father Christmas at the children’s party.
Grace did sip a little of the broth and nibbled at the toast and three days later she was carried downstairs and sat on a chair near to the Christmas tree. The children had made all the decorations and what they might have lacked in expertise they had made up for in bright colours and glitter. Fairy lights flickered through the branches of the tree that had been donated by the villagers along with a present for every child in a sack placed by a big red arm chair. The presents were to be distributed before they would sit down to unusually overflowing platefuls of sandwiches, jelly and as a very special treat, Christmas cake. The boys and girls were not sure what they were looking forward to most.
Hearing tyres on the gravel of the drive the children rushed to the windows of the dining hall and started clutching each other in excitement. Santa Claus sat in the back of a large open topped black car and when the vehicle stopped; he opened the door and stepped out to wave to them all. They were so focused on his progress as he walked to the front door that the three other passengers in the vehicle went unnoticed.
Ten minutes later Santa was sat in his large comfortable chair and the children came up one by one to sit on his knee and were given a present wrapped in festive paper, tied with either a blue or pink ribbon. Grace watched the proceedings quietly on the side lines until there was just one present left. Alice put down the jug of juice that she was serving to the children and came over, picking Grace up and depositing her gently on Santa’s lap. The white faced child glanced up into a pair of twinkling eyes that looked vaguely familiar, but it was difficult to tell who was behind the big white bushy beard.
He leant down and whispered in her ear. ‘I hear that you would like something very special for Christmas, is that right little girl?’ he winked at her. ‘I hope that I’ve brought you what you wished for.’
At that moment Grace’s eyes were drawn to three people who had suddenly appeared at Santa’s shoulder. For a moment she froze in place, then pushing herself off his knee, she wrapped her arms around the small blonde girl standing in front of a smiling man and woman.
The two girls remained huddled in each other’s arms sobbing uncontrollably until the woman knelt down beside them and wiped their faces with a clean white handkerchief. Satisfied that she had managed to stop the flood of tears, she reached out and took each of their hands in her own.
‘Hope has missed you dreadfully Grace and we have heard so much about you,’ she smiled at the bewildered Grace. ‘We were all hoping that you would like to come and live with us too; as Hope’s sister.’
An hour later the group of adults watched as the two girls sat side by side at a table. They were talking non-stop except when selecting and eating another sandwich or a piece of cake.
Even matron could not hold back a smile at the change in Grace now that she was reunited with her soul mate. As for Santa, he scratched his face behind the itchy beard and wished that he could capture this moment for ever.
Happy Christmas Grace…
©SallyCronin What’s in a Name? 

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What's in a Name Vol. 1 by Sally Cronin

One of the 5-star reviews for What’s in a Name? Volume 1
A highly recommended read. This is a gift for the soul.
on October 7, 2017 
What’s in a Name by Sally Cronin is an absolute gem of a book. Cronin is a gifted storyteller, and readers are sure to be moved  and intrigued by this collection that was inspired by real-life occurrences. These are stories that will move you and stay with you long after you finish. I read through this collection in one day and have revisited it many times since. A book so enticing is a true testament to the skill of an author. To keep a book near, allowing one to relish in the many emotions it is sure to evoke, ultimately speaks to the treasures held within.
The characters come to life, and it’s impossible not to think of similar people we have met along our own journeys. I laughed and cried, found solace in heartfelt reflection.
A highly recommended read. This is a gift for the soul.
Also by Sally Cronin 
Books by Sally Cronin

All books available at  Amazon US  and  Amazon UK

About Sally Cronin

Sally Cronin

I have been a storyteller most of my life (my mother called them fibs!). Poetry, song lyrics and short stories were left behind when work and life intruded, but that all changed in 1996. My first book Size Matters was a health and weight loss book based on my own experiences of losing 70kilo. I have written another ten books since then on health and also fiction including three collections of short stories. I am an indie author and proud to be one. My greatest pleasure comes from those readers who enjoy my take on health, characters and twisted endings… and of course come back for more.

Connect with Sally on her social networks and follow her blog and on Amazon:  Blog   Moyhill Publishing   Goodreads  Twitter  Facebook  LinkedIn   Google+   Amazon US   Amazon UK   

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I hope you enjoyed Sally’s heartwarming story and are making beautiful memories during this magical festive season. 
Namaste, my friends ❤ 

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Reblog: Angel Messages Two has Arrived! | Annette Rochelle Aben

Congratulations to Annette Rochelle Aben on the release of her latest book, Angel Messages Two

 

Angel Messages Two by Annette Rochelle Aben

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Annette Rochelle Aben

Read reviews for all of Annette’s books on Amazon, and head over to her blog with your good wishes ♥ 
Annette’s Blog Post: Angel Messages Two has Arrived! | Annette Rochelle Aben

#Booklaunch – Twenty Years: After “I Do” by D.G. Kaye

Debby Gies, aka D.G. Kayehas just released her 6th memoir,  Twenty Years: After “I Do”. She speaks from the heart and bares her soul in her writing. I couldn’t recommend her books more highly. 
Debby is an ardent supporter of authors, featuring guest posts and interviews, reblogs, book reviews, tips and tricks, and much more. She is an inspiration and a woman I am proud to call Sister and Friend. 
Join me in congratulating Debby on launching her new book. She frequently shares her fellow authors’ posts, so please do her the honor of sharing this, or her original launch post, to your social networks. Thank you so much ♥  

 

Twenty Years: After "I Do" by D.G. Kaye

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BLURB
May/December memoirs.

In this personal accounting, D.G. Kaye shares the insights and wisdom she has accrued through twenty years of keeping her marriage strong and thriving despite the everyday changes and challenges of aging. Kaye reveals how a little creative planning, acceptance, and unconditional love can create a bond no obstacle will break. Kaye’s stories are informative, inspiring, and a testament to love eclipsing all when two people understand, respect, and honor their vows. She adds that a daily sprinkling of laughter is a staple in nourishing a healthy marriage.

Twenty years began with a promise. As Kaye recounts what transpired within that time, she shows that true love has no limits, even when one spouse ages ahead of the other. 

EXCERPT
Chapter: To the Moon with Laughter 

I’ve witnessed many relationships head south when the initial attraction fades. Sure, people change opinions, preferences, or attitudes on certain issues as time passes, but if our core values or personality change, or if the common elements of enjoyment once shared between two people dissipate, we question our happiness. If we’re not happy about our partner’s personality change or views, a little bit of laughter dies within us. It becomes difficult to feel comfortable with our partner when inner unrest grows. The new discomfort curtails our ability to remain happy and feel the familiar freedom to laugh when our partner no longer shares the same humor. Note that I’m not referring to changes such as complacency or laziness that may set in due to declining energy levels. Age will sometimes alter our agility and even certain desires, but it doesn’t have to affect our senses of humor. Age creeping into a good marriage shouldn’t be a relationship killer.

EDITORIAL REVIEW 

Twenty Years: After “I Do” shows not only newly married couples but also those in the middle of their lives how to navigate companionship challenges and show love and kindness to their partners, handling life together gracefully and in harmony.

Multibook self-help author D.G. Kaye demonstrates, using examples from her own marriage, how to really commit to a relationship—till death do us part. 

– Doris-Maria Heilmann, 111 Publishing

BIO D.G. Kaye Writer

Debby Gies is a Canadian nonfiction/memoir author who writes under the pen name of D.G. Kaye. She was born, raised, and resides in Toronto, Canada. Kaye writes about her life experiences, matters of the heart and women’s issues.

D.G. writes to inspire others. Her writing encompasses stories taken from events she encountered in her own life, and she shares the lessons taken from them. Her sunny outlook on life developed from learning to overcome challenges in her life, and finding the upside from those situations, while practicing gratitude for all the positives.

When Kaye isn’t writing intimate memoirs, she brings her natural sense of humor into her other works. She loves to laugh and self- medicate with a daily dose of humor.

Why I Write

I love to tell stories that have lessons in them, and hope to empower others by sharing my own experiences. I write raw and honest about my own experiences, hoping through my writing, that others can relate and find that there is always a choice to move from a negative space, and look for the positive.

Quotes

“Live Laugh Love . . . And Don’t Forget to Breathe!”

“For every kindness, there should be kindness in return. Wouldn’t that just make the world right?”

When I’m not writing, I’m reading or quite possibly looking after some mundane thing in life. It’s also possible I may be on a secret getaway trip, as that is my passion—traveling. 

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Find Debby’s other books and read the reviews on
Amazon US     Amazon UK     Goodreads  

D.G. Kaye Amazon Author Page

Connect with Debby on her Website and social networks:
Website  Facebook   Twitter   Goodreads  LinkedIn   Google+   Pinterest   StumbleUpon  Instagram  About.Me  
Thanks so much for stopping by ❤

Writers of the Lost Art – Guest Post by, Annette Rochelle Aben … | Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Annette Rochelle Aben is a guest on Chris The Story Reading Ape‘s blog, challenging us to turn off our digital devices for a bit and revive the lost art of personal communication, by putting pen to paper in the form of a handwritten letter. Receiving a letter in the post from family and friends is always a treat. December is Write a Friend Month, and Annette suggests reaching beyond our inner circle to those who might need encouragement or simply to know they are not alone. #Recommended ❤

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When was the last time you received a letter in the mail? No, I don’t mean the ones like I receive, informing me of the great opportunity to settle my final arrangements before my family is burdened with the responsibility. Life can begin at any age but it gets fun once you turn 60. But I digress…

I was raised to write letters. Every time I received a gift, I wrote a thank you note. If I was having a party, I created invitations. When I wanted to communicate with a friend who had moved away from the neighborhood, I sent letters. Partly because there was NO privacy on the family phone, that hung in the kitchen, right around the corner from the living room. At least there was a hope that only the intended would be reading my letters. It was just what we did. And it was a big deal when the mail came because a letter meant that someone thought highly of you.

In this age of texting, emoji’s and social media, we have gotten away from the personal communication of the handwritten letter. We’ve settled for the immediacy of snippets of ideas or conversation as opposed to giving time and attention to the connection with someone else. It’s as though we have put relationships in the same category as disposable razors . . . 

Continue reading . . . 

Source: Writers of the Lost Art – Guest Post by, Annette Rochelle Aben … | Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog