One Year

You kicked and squirmed, I shifted uncomfortably and smiled at my big belly.

I sweat, I cried, I pushed, you pulled.

I squeezed my eyes and clenched my teeth, you saw the light for the first time.

We saw each other and we cried.

I pulled you close and you held on tight.

I talked, you nuzzleddrinking your fill.

You cried the first night, I was weak, Daddy’s arms were strong.

I learned, you taught, we got to know each other.

You needed me, I needed sleep, we were tired.

You laughed, and I understood pure joy.

You rolled over and turned my world upside down.

On all fours you moved away from me, and I scrambled to catch up.

In a high-pitch voice you said “Mama” and I came running.

You looked for “Dada” to come home, and I was just as eager.

You pulled yourself up, and I caught you when you fell (almost always).

You went to sleep a baby and woke up a toddler.

You are one. You are smart. You are sweet. You are brave, and we love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pic Pick Friyay: Joshua Tree, Ca

Miles took these photos in 2009 when he and his best friend embarked on a climbing trip around the U.S.

One day I hope Miles and I go to Joshua Tree together. The landscape is incredible. For now, I will just enjoy Miles’ photos, I hope you do too.

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Happy Friyay.

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ALL IMAGES ARE ©MILESMCKEEPHOTOGRAPHY

A Book Review: Midwinterblood

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Seven stories of passion and love separated by centuries but mysteriously intertwined—this is a tale of horror and beauty, tenderness and sacrifice.
An archaeologist who unearths a mysterious artifact, an airman who finds himself far from home, a painter, a ghost, a vampire, and a Viking: the seven stories in this compelling novel all take place on the remote Scandinavian island of Blessed where a curiously powerful plant that resembles a dragon grows. What binds these stories together? What secrets lurk beneath the surface of this idyllic countryside? And what might be powerful enough to break the cycle of midwinterblood? From award-winning author Marcus Sedgwick comes a book about passion and preservation and ultimately an exploration of the bounds of love.

Midwinterblood by Marcus Sedgwick is a novel that will haunt your thoughts long after you finish it. I keep thinking of all of the different connections within the seven stories. Sedgwick did a superb job combining love, horror, mystery, and suspense.

Midwinterblood is reminiscent of The Giver in the sense that Sedgwick gives you these wonderful little clues to follow and feeds you information until you start to see the entire picture. I enjoy each separate story on it’s own (One still gives me the shivers when I think about it.) but as a whole this novel weaves an incredible pattern that you are anxious to understand.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK. (All caps so you know I’m serious.)

Again, how cool is it when authors respond to their fans?

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On a personal note, I’m completely in love with this passage (my son’s name is Leif). I think I may have to  frame it for his bedroom wall.

There was Leif, walking into the center of the longhouse, to stand by the firelight, to give us his words.

He was a beautiful man, tall and thin, not one for fighting though he fought with the others when in was needed so. But his tools were words; those mysterious gifts from the gods, and while most men merely learned how to use them, Leif was one of the wizards who had learned the secret of how to make magic with them.

Have you read Midwinterblood yet? If so, please respond in the comments, I would love to have a discussion about this novel.

Happy Reading.

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Incandescent

“Heaven is not always up there, fools, look in different directions as well. Heaven is here and everywhere.”

From the blog “speaking up for myself”. #WritingGoals

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Mother, it begins with a throb and I know it is time.

I stand among the folds of my flowing garments, deep blue like still waters, edged with glittering froth.

The bells I tie to my ankles are your silver anklets.

Kohl lines my eyes, my lips are stained red with betel leaves.

The beats approach, louder and faster. It is time, they come for me.

Unhurried, I light every lamp in the temple courtyard. Beginning from the lowest of all- the thousandth step.

The forest around lies dark, even forbidding. Watchful eyes follow me as I go up, step after step, lighting the lamps at the sides of each. I know no fear.

When I reach the thousandth step, on top, I turn back to look at a glorious pathway winding downward to heaven.

I give a knowing smile at all those blind to truth, who dare differ.

Heaven…

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20,000 Words Deep

I just reached 20,000 words on my YA novel. So I’m over here like…

Ahh The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, love that show.

 

The little one is still asleep, so I’m going to keep writing.

I Hope you are having a great weekend!

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Pic Pick Friyay: Friday Harbor

Happy Friyay! I chose images from Friday Harbor, Washington to share with you guys. Friday Harbor is one of the places in the Puget Sound that I picture when I am writing my YA novel. As I mentioned in the post where I explain my YA novel, Rebecca (the heroine in my story) wants to study marine biology, and Friday Harbor would be a fantastic place to fall in love with marine life. There are whales, porpoises,  seals (so many seals), star fish, crabs, clams, and much more.

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Have a wonderful weekend.

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ALL IMAGES ARE COURTESY OF ©MILESMCKEEPHOTOGRAPHY