Happy Memorial Day
I hope you had some time today, to think of those who did not come home, who lay alone in some foreign field, and with their last breath whispered the name of their loved one knowing that they gave them a chance to carry on....
Between writing, working, and life.... time seems to slip through our fingers... But here we are - winter is done and over. Spring is fading into the heat of summer and Memorial day is next week! YIKES
There are new releases to be had.
Say hello to The Foundling...
This woman's fiction story centers around a woman's journey to reconnect with home, with real life, and searching for that everlasting love. It was one of the stories in the USA Today Best Selling Anthology - A Place To Belong.
Jenna Dawson had the world by the tail, from a fantastic job down to the flawless engagement ring on her left hand. It was all perfect. The only thing missing was the white picket fence and the house full of children.
However, a trip to the Outer Banks leaves her blindsided when she discovers her boyfriend’s infidelity. How could she had gotten it so wrong? Now, she must focus on finding a new path, new life, new job. But a twist of fate, brings a breath of fresh air into her life in the form of Roman Smith, his son Teddy and a lost golden retriever named, Comet.
These two just might need her more than any of them expected. Can they work together to heal their broken hearts and maybe, just maybe, find the love each has been yearning for.
So, today we begin the move toward spring.
While spring is considered a season, it is more a given passage of time between the people, the universe, and time. The older I get, the more I understand the promise of spring. The fact that hope to begin again, to renew the blessings of life that this old, tired world has to offer. I look forward to spring. I look forward to the wonder of blossoms, still closed, opening to spread their beauty. I listen to the quiet and wait for the song of the birds to fill the air. I glory in the morning's first light and say a quiet prayer as its last rays vanish behind the pines in the pasture.
H O P E - yes, it does spring eternal. And yet, there is more. It is what we pass on to those who are seeing it for the first time. Look to this spring. Pray that we are seeing the end of this pandemic. Touch the soil. Plant the dreams that will make tomorrows youth wonder at your wisdom. Have a blessed Sunday.
Happy Memorial Day I hope you had some time today, to think of those who did not come home, who lay alone in some foreign field, and with...