Memorial Day

This weekend is one of reflections and remembering loved ones. Take the time to decompress from these crazy times and adjust to the new normal.

We can do this and we’re all in this together.


I feel hope for returning to my writing career. A very good friend of mine, recommended me to a group that she knows is trustworthy.

I was accepted into the group and so many authors have reached out to me telling me that they’ve had similar experiences and how to proceed. I cannot thank them enough for their help! Very much appreciated!

And the Beat Goes On

This was a good week. We’re still being very cautious going about our lives. Texas began a Phase 1 reopen on Friday. We stayed home. However, we did venture out on Saturday morning for essentials. We wore our face masks and took our Lysol wipes with us. Granted the carts had been sanitized but when you have to open the door cases in the frozen food aisle, we would use our wipes. When we got home, we emptied the trunk, washed our hands and put away the groceries.

But unfortunately, I can’t concentrate to write. With everyone at home, there’s always a conversation going on whether it be in person, friends calling and texting. I’ve spoken to neighbors while getting our mail. We keep our distances and shout across the driveways. Everyone is feeling cooped up. The hardest part is when our neighbors walk their pets, we can no longer pet the dogs. They don’t understand and stare at your with their woeful eyes and it breaks my heart.

But everyday will get better. I’m taken notes of events so eventually when I can sit down to write, I’ll have a lot of material.

I pray every day for guidance and ask for patience. I need to stop snapping at my family. Count to ten before I respond to them. I love them.

Stay safe! Stay home!

One Day at a Time

I start each week with a plan. I try to be organized, but these are strange times we are facing,

My first priority is to find a home for my books. Things do not look promising but I keep praying,

Second, is to take care of me. I find myself grinding my teeth and I’m not even conscious of it until my face hurts My stomach hurts constantly but I’m afraid to go to the doctor’s office. I do not want to catch the virus. It’s all nerves.

My husband’s job dealing with selling crafts, is always changing depending on whether craft stores are Essential or Non Essential. Seems to change day to day. Parents would love to see these stores open for them to buy kits for their children to do while they’re off. Politicians see things differently.

My daughter who had just spread her wings has had them clipped. Retail. Will her store survive?

You see, I’ve all of these stories to write but who would be interested?

We’re All In This Together

I’m a little distracted these days, so unfortunately my writing has come second. However, I’m taking notes because I’m experiencing so many stories that I can use

I’m scared. I don’t want to be sick. My family has taken big steps in social distancing, wearing face masks in public and washing our hands. But the biggest thing I miss, is human touch. The hug of a friend or just the comforting touch of a warm hand. And with the face mask. You can’t see people smiling. You have to read their eyes. How many times have I read the phrase, “they smiled, but the smile didn’t reach their eyes.” You just can’t tell anymore.

I pray that this will be conquered soon, but I realize, just like 9/11, there will be a new normal. How the world has changed since 2000. But we are survivors because we are strong!

Keep the faith!