#Loveuary❤ – Rules And A Prompt List Of Sorts!

Ritu is sponsoring a “Loveuary” for February! She says: “As you know, I am embarking on a month of love related posts, be it creative or thoughts from the heart. I don’t know if anyone is interested in accompanying me on my journey of ‘love’ but if you are crazy enough to join me, here are the rules.” You will want to check out this post to see what you can come up with! ❤ Sounds fun!

But I Smile Anyway...

loveuaryAs you know, I am embarking on a month of love related posts, be it creative or thoughts from the heart. I don’t know if anyone is interested in accompanying me on my journey of ‘love’ but if you are crazy enough to join me, here are the rules.

  1. Below are a set of possible prompts, if you need them. They are a mixture covering many aspects of ‘love’.
  2. Please don’t feel tied to this list, you can post whatever you want, as long as it’s love related, be it poetry, prose, opinion, photos, or even songs!
  3. If it makes life easier, tie it in with other prompts or challenges you may already take part in. Just remember the #Loveuary tag and ping back to my daily post!
  4. I will aim to post daily at around 5am GMT, so if you are taking part, try and link back to my #Loveuary…

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The Wrath of Love – A Haiku


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Love, A Moral Compass – A Haiku

A Moral Compass

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A Mother’s Day Lament

A secret has been mine forever to keep

In a deep dark void a place of no sleep,

I bury the longing for my mother’s love

She left me quite early and ascended above.


I stumbled through life without her touch

Wondering and yearning if I resembled her face,

Hoping and wishing she’d help me find my place

Always longing for my mother’s love.


My own children have come and gone

Left me for their own dreams in the sun,

I find through the years the ache is still there –

I still long for the touch of my mother’s love.


Mother’s Day is a celebration of the love between mothers and their children. It is also a time when we must remember those who never knew their mothers or those who have never had children. Their pain is real and never goes away. Instead, it dulls and remains a hungering ache to surface at certain days of the year.

I send you peace and love.


  • Title: Stella’s Awakening
  • Author: RK Ryde
  • File Size: 2349 KB
  • Print Length: 516 pages
  • Page Numbers Source ISBN:
  • Publisher: Rydco Publishing; 1 edition
  • Publication Date: August 27, 2015
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B014LP285E
  • ISBN-10: 1517101565
  • ISBN-13: 9781517101565
  • Formats: Paperback and Kindle
  • Goodreads
  • Genres: Women’s Fiction, Erotic Romance, Romantic Erotica

    *The author provided me with a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review which follows*

Book Blurb from the author:

“A painful past. A forbidden romance. Will she choose love and make the ultimate sacrifice?

For Stella Welsch, buying a home and starting her own business has already pushed the boundaries of her strict upbringing. When she meets the sexy and powerful executive, Conrad Adams, Stella knows he’s off limits, but can’t help daydreaming about forbidden romance. As sparks begin to fly, Stella reveals that the relationship could have her cut off from her family and life as she knows it.

After painful memories surface, Stella decides to follow her heart and succumb to the sexy business mogul’s pursuit. But she quickly discovers that her sheltered upbringing hasn’t prepared her for what she is about to face. Her naive knowledge of ‘sex’ is nothing more than foreplay to the sexually experienced Conrad. As her feelings build, Stella must choose between Conrad and her family. Between rebellion and convention.

Stella’s Awakening is the first installment in an erotic romance series that tackles difficult social issues. If you like EL James and Jodi Picoult, you’ll love this intriguing, sexy, and emotional rollercoaster of a book.”


I had no clear idea of what to expect with this novel and began reading with my eyes wide open. Initially, I felt compelled to compare the storyline to Fifty Shades of Grey but that comparison soon dwindled. I was hooked after the first chapter. The writing is well done and handled with flair. However, due to the sexual content, this book is not suitable for younger readers.

The novel is written and set in Sydney, Australia, so the English words are spelled with Australian spelling, and there are many word variations. I enjoyed the differences in language and felt it added to the exotic appeal of the location.

The author, RK Ryde, tells Stella’s story in the first person and I pondered her choice. However, the more I read, the more I began to understand the protagonist, Stella Welsch.

Stella’s story is deeply personal. I realized that telling the story in the first person fostered a deeper connection to her emotions and the inner conflict she was dealing with. I found myself embroiled in her life. I experienced Stella’s life through her eyes and words.

This story is more than just an erotic sexual awakening for a thirty-year-old woman experiencing her first true love. For Stella, it is the realization that everything she was told as a child growing up, and into her adult life could be wrong, or it could be right. That is her dilemma. It is the grappling with the realization that she must choose between the man she loves or the religion and family she also loves deeply. What a conundrum!

For me, Stella’s story emphasized the choices she must make between free will vs. control. I struggled with why Stella’s life was so difficult to deal with when she was a business owner and a successful interior decorator in her own rights. It seemed like she had the courage to pursue her own dreams but only up to a certain point. Her parents certainly did not approve of her life unless it was by their mandated version of how she should live. I just could not imagine living under those circumstances.

As Stella and Conrad’s relationship grew I could see the natural progression of a couple falling in love and wanting to begin their life together. What made this chronicle different from other romantic novels was the levels of control Stella lived under. I could not help wondering that if Stella chooses Conrad’s love wasn’t she trading the control of her parents and religion to be under his control? It was a thought provoking revelation.

The end of the story is powerful and eye-opening. I understand this is the first book in the installment and look forward to finding out just what Stella decides to do with her life. No matter what her choices I know the outcome will be explosive!

Character Believability: 4.5
Flow and Pace: 5
Reader Engagement: 5
Reader Enrichment: 4
Reader Enjoyment: 4.5
Overall Rate: 4.5 out of 5 stars

About RK (Rhonda) Ryde:

I live with my gorgeous husband, our beautiful daughter and a very cute poodle in a little country town on the outskirts of Sydney, Australia.

My weekdays are spent working my day job as an Auslan (Australian Sign Language) interpreter and running my daughter around to drama classes, tennis lessons and play dates with friends. Once she’s in bed, I put my author hat on and hit the keyboard, working on my novels and growing my business.

On the weekends you will find me with my family, doing all sorts of fun and interesting things. We love to adventure, rummage around markets, ride our pushbikes or Harley Davidsons and spend time surfing or kayaking on the magnificent South Coast of NSW.

Please make certain to connect with RK Ryde through her Twitter @RKRyde and Facebook at RK Ryde Author, or her blog at RK Ryde.com.

Thanks for stopping by to meet Rhonda!

Waiting For Love

The woman –

All ebony hair, long and hanging down

Stands –

At the edge of an emotional abyss

Waiting –

For the terror to subside

And for her heart to stop breaking.

The man –

All muscled and fair, surrounded by a dark aura of intensity

Stands –

Bracing for the worst

Waiting –

For the storm of emotions to ebb

And for his heart to stop beating so loudly.

For some, the love of a good man or woman wanes

Simply from unscrupulous choices made in life

At a moment’s notice without thought or care

Or remembering what it felt like to

Stand –

Waiting –

For love.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #71 Cover & Color

After a long journey from one side of the country to almost the other side of the country, I must say that I have missed my Haiku creating the most of all my blogging challenges. I am happy to be back and have missed you all!

Ron’s words this week are poignant in their possible meanings: cover and color.

My refuge is love –

for color has no meaning,

just humanity.

Words, I wish all humans could live by.

Thanks for visiting. I am so happy to see you all again!


RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #60 Bridge & Move

This week, Ronovan brings us some interesting words: bridge and move. There are many ways to go with the meanings of these two words, although I tried to keep them true to their origins.

Happy Haiku Friday everyone! Have a safe Labor Day Weekend!

I’m escaping reality and taking the rest of the day off! There’s books to be read! See you tomorrow…

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Felan is open for submissions of poetry about love. Check it out!


We of course had to get some social media accounts! Follow us @felanzine on twitter for daily theme-based quotes and on instagram for theme-based hashtag competitions.

Starting today, tag your love photos on instagram #felanlove. Each Friday we will do a round-up of the entries here on the blog. We may even re-post your image on instagram.

You can share your own love quotes on twitter as well, #felanlove. Share a particularly good one and we may include it in the weekly round-up.

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5 Days – 5 Photos Challenge: The Sake Jar

I have been selected by Jennifer Nichole Wells to participate in the 5 photos – 5 days challenge. What does this mean for you, dear readers?

The challenge rules: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days, and tell a story about each photo.  The story can be truth or fiction, poetry or prose.  Each day one must also nominate a fellow blogger to participate in the challenge.”

Day 2: The Sake Jar

The old stooped Japanese man grabbed his shovel and began to dig in the ground at his feet. He knew he had hidden the special sake jar under the cherry tree at the back side of his garden. The fading evening light made it hard for him to see, but he kept after his task anyway. He knew the jar was there. He had to find it. He always celebrated his deceased wife’s birthday with a drink from the sake jar they had received on their wedding day many years ago. It was a tradition and traditions must be obeyed.

Recently in Japan, it was declared against the law to brew sake at home. The government said that taxes must be levied on all the sake breweries and even individuals must pay the price for this delicate rice wine. The old man grimaced from the exertion from digging the hole and his thoughts about governmental taxation. Sweat poured from his lean face causing his gray hair to stick to his forehead.

The shovel clinked against the side of the pottery jar. There it was. He could feel the edge of the stone jar right where he thought he had buried it over a year ago. He bent down now, digging with his hands, all the while searching for the decorative cork that sealed the sacred elixir in the pottery jar.

Finally, the old man managed to unearth the sake jar by pulling on the neck with both of his hands. The cork burst from the crockery and shot across the garden landing in the pond where koi fish nibbled at the brittle remains. The crock did not break, but the sweet sake rice wine spilled in a puddle inside the hole.

Defeated, with tears streaming down the wrinkles of his face, the old man sipped at the final remains of the sake wine he and his wife had brewed together years ago. The sake, like his wife, would soon become just another memory. He picked up the pottery crock and walked back to his tiny house. It would not be long now, he thought. He washed the sake jar and placed it on a shelf in the kitchen. He sat down and began to wait.


This story was inspired by the actual gift of the sake jar in the photo above from a dear friend of mine. In fact, I call him, “My son from another mother.” The sake’ jar arrived in the mail last week with a note saying he had bought the sake jar off of an old Japanese man at an open air market near the base where my friend is stationed at in Japan. The old man apologized because the cork was gone. The sake’ jars have become collector’s items and I am honored to possess one.

Today, I would like to ask Melisa Barker-Simpson to take up the photography/story telling gauntlet. I know she will be fabulous!

Thanks for visiting. I will see you tomorrow,




Mindful Monday – Friendship and Love – By Erika Kind

Welcome to Mindful Monday! Each week I try to self-discover new things about myself. I have found that being mindful encompasses the act of being watchful, aware, wary, heedful, alert, careful, or attentive, in whatever area in my life I feel it applies to.

This week, and the first Monday of each month going forward, I have dedicated to your Mindful Monday Guest Posts. I want to share all the excitement about mindfulness so others can enjoy the buzz in the community. I share all of my posts about mindfulness on Pinterest. That is another source of inspiration that you can visit at your leisure.

Erika and I enjoy our blogging time together!

Today, I would like to introduce you to my dear friend, Erika Kind, who accepted my invitation to write a guest post without a single hesitation! That is a true friend! Thank you, Erika. Please visit her blog, Author Erika Kind, to learn more about her. She says:

Hi, I am Erika! I was born in Vienna but grew up in another part of Austria and in the Principality of Liechtenstein (within the Swiss alps) where I still live.  I am running a Practice for Aromatherapy and Self-Development. I am a singer and author. In order to share my wonderful insights I wrote I’m Free – Awareness of Who You Are by Discovering Who You Are Not!

When Colleen asked me to write a guest post for her Mindful Monday I could not resist a moment to agree! Colleen is one of my most inspiring buddies here on WordPress. I can say from my heart that within only weeks or even days she has become a dear and close friend. Therefore, her request for a guest post most honors me. Thank you, Colleen!

But it was not that easy to find a topic to write about which would do her and her blog credit. I thought what would be more mindful and linking to our friendship but simply writing about that: Friendship!

Friendship like love has so many definitions. Although love is the base of both there are some essential differences in experiencing them. Here is an excerpt from Wikipedia about friendship: …the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings, and make mistakes without fear of judgment from the friend.

A lot of thoughts rushed into my mind when this topic showed up. For example:

We can have many friendships at the same time which last for years or even a lifetime. In contrast: A love relationship basically involves only one person at a time which can happen several times. Each time lasts a short or longer period. A lifelong love can only happen with one single person.

Why does it seem friendships are so much more stable than a love relationship although the feelings between the persons seem so much stronger? Why is there little fighting in a friendship? Often we find a deep hurt like a physical or mental violence in a “loving” partnership.

What I have written below is not backed up by complete scientific research. Those are points which came to my mind. For sure there is much more about it. I also don’t want to define love or friendship in any way because it simply is impossible. Every relationship is unique and an individual connection between two individuals. Just some inspirations:


In a friendship, you show your true colors from the beginning by what makes the persons authentic. At the beginning of a love affair, we are trying to show the best parts of our nature. Sometimes we might even try to impress the other person in telling things we guess or know he or she likes to hear although we might feel different. When the relationship goes on the two people constantly return to their needs instead of pampering the other person. If there is too much fake in the beginning it is too much of an effort to keep that up over time and it simply is not fulfilling. In the end, we all want to be loved for who we are and not for who we pretended to be.

The physical part:

In a friendship, physical appearance is not interesting and mostly not even perceived. It is a connection by same ideas, same ideals, and same interests. In a love relationship, the physical has more priority as part of the whole concept. Attraction happens through the intellect but also in addition the outer appearance has a big impact. Sometimes even the outer appearance is the crucial link. That can be helpful to get aware of a person but can also be a factor of mixing up love with physical attraction.


What do I expect of my friend? Honesty and Loyalty! Is there more? NO!!! If this is given with a person I feel connected to than this friendship is rock solid.

But what about love? Are we fine with only being honest and loyal to each other? Don’t we expect to hear, see, and feel how that the other person still loves us? Don’t we want to make sure the other person knows how much we still love him or her? Anniversary celebrations are important to many of us in a partnership or marriage. But do we remember the day we met our best friend? Love wants so much more attention. Love wants to be fostered. And when it really is love, then both love to celebrate their love. But friendship is happy with the simple knowledge that there is someone there, no matter when, and no matter what.


Real friends don’t need to see or hear each other daily, weekly or on a regular basis. They are connected by their core which doesn’t really change. Therefore, they can meet again after years and simply continue where they stopped as if there were no time between. But a close relationship based on love goes into much more details.

Love wants to understand the person in every detail and wants to be understood. People change and develop in many ways within days, weeks, months, and years, inspired by life. This might have an impact on their daily life and the person they spend their daily life with. In order to stay up to date and not lose touch the need to share what they carry inside and need to be interested in what the other person carries inside. If they don’t, they might lose touch and not understand each other anymore after a while. That doesn’t mean that they have to text, call, and talk every day for hours. It only means to share their feelings, inspirations, visions in order to keep connected depending on their individual relationship.

“I tell you everything…”

If I was asked if I told my best friend everything, I would instantly say: YES, I do! As far as I know she knows everything. If there is something missing then it wasn’t deliberate. I have to say there is nothing disturbing for me regarding my best friend. She is honest and I can rely on her blindly. Whatever sorrow, idea, plan, vision, frustration, and issue I have, she knows. I have nothing to complain about her.

But that is not always this easy within a partnership. One important difference in telling everything is, that whatever I tell my best friend about my life doesn’t have an impact on her life or our friendship but might definitely have an impact to my spouse and our relationship.

We don’t want to hurt the feelings of the other one but we also want to be understood… a difficult situation when we rather don’t say what we feel and interrupt the exchange.

How to sum it all up??? I can only say that friendship is a lot less complicated than love unless we try to see ourselves through the eyes of the other person.

I would say that in general love is the more exciting but more of a teaching element about ourselves while friendship is the place we can recover. What do you think?

In Love and Light! Erika

Erika and I want to know: What are your mindful goals this week?

Remember, this is not a challenge.  This is an offering of support.  If you would like to join in with your own Mindful Monday goals you can do so in the comments, or on a separate post of your own making.  If you want to link back to my post, please feel free to do so, however, it is not necessary.  My main objective here is to give and get support to become more mindful of the things I take for granted in my life.

We wish you all peace and joy this week!


“How, Then, Shall We Live?” by Tabitha Lord Jorgensen

I want to introduce you to Tabitha Lord, who cordially accepted my invitation to write a guest post while I am away on vacation.

Hi, I’m Tabitha.
I took a leap of faith and recently became a full-time writer. As I navigate this creative, exciting, and sometimes-exasperating world, I’d love to share my journey with you. I’m also married, have four great kids, and still teach a little, so I promise writing on various and sundry other topics. Let’s have a conversation about books, blog posts, kids or anything else you want to talk about. Life’s an adventure and I’d rather not travel alone!

I currently live in Rhode Island, a few towns away from where I grew up. In addition to my husband and four kids, I also have a spoiled, fluffy Ragdoll cat named Milo.

My degree is in Classics from College of the Holy Cross and I teach Latin at a small, independent Waldorf school. For years I also worked in the admissions office there before turning my attention to (mostly) full-time writing.

I’m a true New Englander, therefore an avid Red Sox fan, and I very much appreciate the versatile word “wicked.” 

When I sat down to write this blog, I had a very different theme in mind. It was light and funny and had to do with writing science fiction. But recent events are weighing heavily on me – earthquakes in Nepal, riots in Baltimore, executions in Indonesia, to name a few. It’s been a difficult week for planet earth and for humanity. Really, if we fast-forward a year, the places and events will be changed, but the essential human experience will be similar, complete with natural disasters, chaos, violence, and hatred. Sometimes it feels like our collective psyche is overwhelmed and nothing we do will make a difference. Our good intentions, words, and deeds are merely a drop of rain in a vast ocean of tears.

When the sorrow of others takes center stage, I am reminded of a question posed to my class (junior or senior year of college) as part of a yearlong reflective process. How, then, shall we live? It is a question for all ages, as relevant now as it was twenty, fifty, a hundred years ago. How, then, shall we live in the face of angry mobs and unforgiving regimes? How, then, shall we live when the earth moves and swallows thousands of people? How, then, shall we live with our own illnesses, heartaches, and personal tragedies? How do we create meaningful lives, filled with hope, when the world around us is as bleak as it ever was?

As the sun finally peeks out and the earth begins to warm up (I live in New England), my optimistic faith in humanity begs to resurface. I find myself meditating on this question once again, and the overarching thought that comes to mind is this: How we live is always a choice. Or, maybe more accurately: No matter the circumstances of our lives, we have a choice in how we respond. So I’ve modified the question a little, and now ask myself, “How, then, shall I choose to live?” And when I’m listening carefully, sometimes an answer appears.

I will choose kindness. An act of kindness, no matter how small, can be transformative. My third son is a baseball player. After his first Little League game last year, he was “called up” from AA to AAA. During one game, a little boy from his old team who had just finished playing on the adjacent field noticed RJ. He excitedly relayed to his dad, “RJ is a big guy and he got the call.” This little boy was chubby and short, wearing glasses as big as his face, and seemingly uncomfortable in his own skin. He’s the kind of kid you know will grow into himself one day, but is most likely having a tough time of it right now. He’s the kind of kid a mom wants to wrap in a hug and protect from the sometimes-cruel world. His sweet dad ruffled his hair and said, “You’re going to be a big guy someday too. Want to watch RJ for a little while?” They did. And at the end of the inning, my son caught sight of this little boy and jogged right to the fence to greet him. “Nice play RJ,” the boy said. And RJ answered, “It means a lot that you came to watch me play. Thanks so much, buddy.” The little boy beamed and I cried behind my sunglasses.

I will embrace my community and tend to my friendships. We humans are social creatures. We need each other. We need each other in times of celebration, but also in times of hardship or tragedy. I belong to two book clubs, a hiking group, and a dinner club. I belong because I love reading, hiking, and eating of course, but I belong because these people are part of my community. In book club, much of the time we discuss books, but we also care for each other during illnesses, support each other during crises, and celebrate each other’s successes. It’s the same with the hiking and dinner group. When I had my fourth child, a wonderful, exhausting, rather hazy time in my life, it was this community of family and friends who cooked my meals, drove my other children to their activities, and cleaned my house. When I have the opportunity to reciprocate for one of them, I do it with great joy.

Almost three years ago, an alumna from our school was killed in an accident. It was a gut wrenching, heart breaking tragedy that devastated our community. Her younger brother was still our student, and the family wanted to have her memorial at the school. The community came together to create a beautiful remembrance for this beautiful girl, and then continued to care for her family over the years. No amount of support can erase this kind of pain, but as a community we can and must help bear each other’s burdens.

I will leave room for redemption. I think perhaps the reason the executions in Indonesia sickened me so much is that it appeared the accused men had truly transformed their lives. They had committed a horrible crime, yes, but had also found a meaningful way to live beyond that crime. Mercy would have allowed good to come from something terrible. It would have allowed for healing instead of immeasurable and irrevocable loss. To give and receive forgiveness is a powerful and uniquely human experience. In our messy, complicated lives, we all require forgiveness. To forgive doesn’t mean to condone, but it does mean we’ve created an opening for redemption.

I will bear witness when I’m called. This is a hard one. When faced with a tragedy, we want to help. Our essential nature calls on us to fix, do, or say something meaningful. But sometimes, in the moment, we are powerless. Or maybe we aren’t. A few years ago I was the first person at the scene of a car accident. In the past I have worked as an EMT and in the Emergency Department of a large city hospital, so I always stop even though it’s not my calling anymore. This particular accident was as awful as any I’ve ever encountered. There was nothing to do for the dying victim. No amount of training or miracle of modern medicine was going to save him. When another person arrived on the scene, I made a decision to climb into the backseat of the car and just sit with my hand on the young man’s shoulder as he passed.

Later a friend convinced me I should reach out to the family – that it would be important for them to know what happened in this young man’s final moments. So I sent a sympathy card, and a few days later his wife called. I assured her that her husband was not alone when he passed and he hadn’t suffered. I commented on the softness of his sweater and the color of his hair, so she would know I was really present for him. I told her that all of us on the scene treated him with the care we would want for our own family members. And she said to me, “Thank you. I will tell our baby girl you witnessed his passing when she is old enough to ask.”

I will choose to see goodness in the world. It’s there. This week we adopted a dog from an animal rescue. When it was finally time to pick her up, we waited with a dozen other families in a parking lot for the “Rescue Road Trip” truck to arrive. This amazing team transports rescued pets from all over the country to their adoptive homes. When the animals arrived, nervous and shaking, but with tails wagging, we cheered for each other as we met our new furry family members. A young couple gently carried off a scruffy, scarred older dog, and a mom and daughter team scooped up a tiny pup that’d been abandoned for days at a service station.

Love showed up in that parking lot. And it shows up in far worse circumstances. Teams of aid workers left for Nepal, knowing their own lives could be at risk, and millions of people donated funds in support. When a young girl in our small state was tragically killed in a bus accident, anonymous strangers paid her funeral expenses within hours. In the cold of winter, there is no shortage of volunteers at our neighborhood food pantry and shelters.

It is easy to fall into despair over the state of our world. And in truth, many things are beyond our control. But if we choose to focus only on the darkness, we may miss the profound beauty, truth, compassion, and light that are just as much a part of the human condition as the sorrow.

How, then, shall we choose to live?


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Food ~ The Heart of My Family #BeWoW

Ronovan gave us the opportunity to talk about our families by asking, “What is family to you?”

It seems that whenever I sit down to write, I inevitably turn to subjects that have to do with food.  (Maybe I should have created a food blog?)  I realize that I associate family with food, because that is how we showed our children how much we loved them and cared about them.  We always served great meals with large amounts of healthy fare.  Our family was large, although our kids did not have the best of everything material, they ate wonderfully prepared meals.

When my husband and I got married 30 years ago, I brought my two daughters and infant son into our union.  My husband, Ron had sole custody of his two half-Thai daughters, and together we created a family with the five children.  He was in the Air Force and we were stationed in Florida.  I was young, twenty-seven to my husband’s thirty-seven, and that was my saving grace.  I had energy and love to propel me through those first years.

Our Family early 1990’s

My husband’s daughters were older than my children and soon we all bonded.  I honestly do not know that I could have coped all those years without their help in taking care of the younger kids.  Their mother was not in the picture for them much during those years.  She had her own demons to fight.  I was glad that I could be there for them.  It was almost a calling, and my emotions were always raw and deep when I saw how hard it was for them without their mother.

That seemed to be only part of the issue.  The girls looked Asian and felt an undeniable pull towards that part of their heritage.  As their step mother, I knew I had to step in and teach them some of the things that a Thai mother would have taught them.  In Asian families, food is everything.  They share a kinship through the preparation of different dishes that are many times special to their family.  The mother’s hand down these recipes to their daughters.

How was I, a girl from Wisconsin going to teach my Thai daughters how to cook traditional Thai meals?  I had such an overwhelming duty to mother these girls that I decided I would stop at nothing. I was going to figure out how to cook Thai food!

Now, this was before the internet, computers, and cell phones.  I was forced to go to the Base Library and hunt through book, after book, after book for recipes that the girls could remember their mother making them.  I would figure out the ingredients and then I would try to make spring rolls, Penang, and noodles the way they liked them.  My poor family ate some pretty nasty tasting concoctions, and all with minimal complaints too.  That was pure love.

When we moved into a larger house in Base Housing, I finally found some help.  My next door neighbor was a Thai woman!  The kids called her Grandma Pat.  She took pity on me, all the while secretly happy that an American woman would want to learn how to cook Thai food.  I think fondly of the times she would call me on the telephone saying in broken English, “Colleen, I cooking, come now.  We cook!”

Pat was able to teach me the things about cooking Thai food that the cook books could not.  Like how to chop a papaya with a knife, holding it in the palm of your hand, or how to roll spring rolls nice and fat without their contents spilling out into the hot oil while you fried them.  She shared with me how to season my soups and stir fries with just the right amount of fish sauce (Nam Pla) and hot Thai peppers.  She taught me about her life as a girl in Thailand, and she taught me about Buddha.  Pat was mothering me the same way I was mothering my step daughters.

Long ago I lost touch with Pat, which was not unusual for military life back then.  I always felt such gratitude to her for showing me how to relate to my step daughters and my own daughters.  Food is still an immense part of our family, and my grandchildren are proudly carrying on the same traditions.

Cooking in Nana’s Kitchen

Food and family. It does not get any better than this!

Thanks for stopping in to see me. I always enjoy our visits!



Silver Memories – 30 Years Ago Today

Thirty years ago today, April 16, 1985, in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, my sweet husband Ron and I, embarked on a journey that everyone said would never last. We both had been married before. We both entered our new lives together with Ron’s two daughters, Ronda and Mary; and my three children, Tabitha, Amy and Billy. That was a total of five children on a Technical Sargent’s pay in the Air Force. Billy was still a baby, not yet nine months old when we wed. Ron was 36 and I, a young bride of 26.

Family reunion 2003

We did it though, we raised all five kids! Ron retired from the Air Force after 24 years of service to our country. Eventually, as a 100% disabled veteran, he went to college and graduated with his Bachelor’s Degree in Communications and History. We battled Ron’s cancer together, and we conquered and won! To complement our five children, we were even blessed with five fabulous grandchildren!

I worked for years in accounting, doing the company books for many types of businesses, law offices, building contractors, ranches, oil companies, and even a hospital. I already had an Associate Degree in Business Administration, and a few years ago obtained my second Associates Degree in Arts. Now, I am a writer. Life just does not get much better than this.

Thirty years together is surreal. It seems like just yesterday we embarked on this great journey together. We chuckled over our 30th anniversary breakfast together at Cracker Barrel, Ron’s favorite breakfast spot. How could the time have gone so quickly? When did I get so grey? How did we manage to come back to Florida in a full circle of our life together?

Come celebrate with us! Raise a glass and toast us on this happy occasion! Ron and I have finally made it!

 Thanks for visiting with me today. I am so glad you could stop by and share in our anniversary! Cheers!






A Spread the LOVE Event

Spread the Love Challenge

My dear friend, Erika Kind asked me to participate in the Spread the Love Event.  This is a challenge, but it appears to be filled with an outlet for our creativity.  The whole idea is to write 10, four-word sentences about love, share our favorite quote or poem about love, and then ask other bloggers to participate in the event.  Hopefully, all the “LOVE” expressed will reverberate throughout the blogosphere sending ripples of good feelings and joy everywhere!

Here are my 10, four-word sentences about love:

Love should last forever.

I love your smile!

Through love mankind unites.

Love and friendship heal.

Love is eternal bliss.

Love can cause hatred.

I exist from love.

Love conquers some hurt.

Your love fulfills me.

Love should not hurt.

My favorite quote about love is dedicated to my wonderful husband, Ron:

Silver's LOVE

I would love to ask the following friends to help me spread all of this love around:

Patty Alcala

The Aran Artisan

Bittersweet Sensations

Reiki With Friends

An Arm Chair Perfectionist

Weird and Wonderful

Zen & Pi

Life – Half Glass Full

Down Home Thoughts

Silver in the Barn

This was a great opportunity to say that I appreciate all of the writers I follow.  I know many of you will be busy and not able to participate in this lovely event.  Just know that I appreciate all that you do!

Thanks for stopping by to see what I have been up to.  I enjoyed seeing all of you!

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I Choose Compassion

One of the highest teachings of the Buddha is that of compassion.

Compassion Quote

What exactly is compassion?  John Makransky, PhD in his book entitled, “Compassion in Buddhist Psychology,” says compassion is a companion to empathy.  We as humans sense others pain, and we look for ways to alleviate this pain.  When we look at the world filled with compassion we are able to understand the causes of suffering and naturally we wish to create an atmosphere of healing.

#Rohingya_name @DalaiLama please tell the misguided people who refers to themselves as Bhuddist to spare a few Rohingya Muslim lives in Burma

(Image Credit: Spiritual Love)

That is what the movement called, 1000 Voices for Compassion is all about.  Join in and spread compassion throughout the world today.

1000 Speak

How will you show your compassion for all of humanity?

Thank you for stopping by to visit today.  Until next time,

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday Weekly Wrap-up from 2/11/15

Writer's Quote Wed 2015

Welcome to the WRITER’S QUOTE WEDNESDAY Weekly Wrap-Up where our writers highlight their photographic and writing talent by making up their own quotes, or sharing quotes from our favorite authors. (Please do not link to this post.  Link to the new prompt on Wednesday, February 18, 2015 to participate in the event).

I am so impressed with all the creativity that this event creates in our corner of the WordPress Community.  Each week I am more inspired to share quotes that move me, and hopefully the rest of us because of all the inspiration I get from all of you.  Thank YOU!


I still think inspiration from other writer’s is the best advice when it comes to writing, and when you get that feeling as if you are stuck and the words just won’t come.  Do you need some help?

Here are the Writer’s Quotes from last Wednesday.  IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR WRITING INSPIRATION… THIS IS THE PLACE TO BE!

Please check out the fabulous quotes these writer’s came up with:  (Please let me know if I missed your blog) If your quote was an image I grabbed it for our online gallery, if not I did try to add your quote.

Feel free to browse the quotes and visit the blogs that keep us in pursuit of our writing goals created for you, by authors:

Tiny Expats


Words that Haunt Us


Write Dorne

“Smile,” Charlie Chaplin with lyrics video (Please visit her blog to watch the video).

Life Lover


Pearls Before Swine


The Dictionary of Victorian Insults and Niceties


When My Brain Farts

Lord Byron Quotes

Kitt O’Malley

Life wasn't perfect, but it wasn't supposed to be. Eternal beauty could not exist if it were not for the face of a fatal flaw. - Allie Burke, Paper Souls

Rebirth of Lisa

Peace Crafting

Meredith’s Musings

elizabethbarrettbrowning 2

Janet Sunderland

From e.e. cummings:

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

Zen & Pi


Finale to an Entrance

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.      by:  e e cummings

Notes Tied on the Sagebrush

” I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

–Pablo Neruda

Nature Lover – Story Teller

mountain top of success

K. S. Fause


Lucile De Godoy


The Showcase


I Maniking Blog

Writer's Quote Wednesday_110215

My Decade Long Travels


Dandelion Fuzz

The Voice Writer's Quote Wednesday

Strawberries Forever


Bohemian Nerd

“Cities have often been compared to language: you can read a city, it’s said, as you read a book. But the metaphor can be inverted. The journeys we make during the reading of a book trace out, in some way, the private spaces we inhabit. There are texts that will always be our dead-end streets; fragments hat will be bridges; words that will be like the scaffolding that protects fragile constructions.” —Valeria Luiselli, “Relingos: The Cartography of Empty Spaces”

“Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die.–Jack Kerouac, “The Golden Eternity

Alberta Ross Writes

half a book

Just Olga

From Rodgers and Hammerstein‘s musical South Pacific, the song ‘Happy Talk‘.  (Please visit her blog to view the video).

Seasoned Sistah 2

“What I’m fighting for now in my work … for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the streets, into the halls of a housing project.”


Randoms by a Random


Silver Threading


Thanks for stopping by to soak in all the creative quotes!  I will see you again,

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I Celebrate Our Love

Vday Challenge

Harry, at Poet’s Corner had an excellent idea to celebrate Valentine’s Day.  Write a L O V E poem!  Go ahead, join in! Follow the link to find out how to participate.


Here we are on our wedding day, April 16th, 1985

I’ve done better… here are three Haiku that I wrote about my husband Ron, and I.  We will celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary in April, so I felt it appropriate to write some “love”  haikus for him on Valentine’s Day.

Our Ordinate Love

Happy Valentines Day everyone.  I plan on printing this photo out and framing it for him.  This is better than an old Hallmark card any day!  ** Great IDEA here if you are struggling on how to celebrate with the love of your life!  Write a HAIKU. **

Thanks for sharing in our happiness!  Until next time,


Mindful Monday–Live Within Each Moment

In my weekly feature called, “Mindful Monday,” I like to share my views on becoming more ‘mindful’.  This encompasses the act of being watchful, aware, wary, heedful, alert, careful, or attentive, in whatever area in my life I feel it applies to.

Mindful Monday

Last week, I worked on “mindful-eating.”  I slowed down and took my time, chewing and savoring my food.  I did try to sit at the table more, and not eat in my creative room while I was blogging.  I would say for the most part, my week was successful.  I found out that I could eat my salad with chopsticks, which was an enjoyable experience, and it helped me to slow down my eating.

This week my focus is going to be about dealing “within the moment.”  I am writing my first book .  It should come as no great surprise when I tell you that I expect too much of myself.  I push too hard, and then tire myself out. My creativity stalls and I am just… stuck, immobile.  When I talk about dreams, I am not kidding you. I do some of my best writing subconsciously.  It is not unusual for me to mull over plots, characters, scenes, all within my dreams.  However, this is tiring and I need boundaries.  I must work with my creativity – not against it.

Today, I practiced taking deep breaths and slowing myself down.  I worked on some good old-fashioned brain storming and wrote down many new ideas.  I realized that there is no time constraints on my writing.  I can take my time and move forward slowly.  Just because I have an unproductive day does not mean that I cannot write, instead it is a signal to slow down and live in the current moment knowing that this time will pass, and my creativity will return.


Image credit: Gratitude Habitat.com)

My mindful plan for this week is to pace myself and live within each moment and take it for what it is… only a moment in time that passes quickly.  I plan on taking care of me this week with compassion, love, expanding my ideas and taking a breath!  I will slow down and appreciate my self-worth!

Do you find yourself in similar circumstances?

My mantra for this week is:  Enjoy the pleasant and unpleasant because each will soon change.

Self care

(Image credit: Seek Your Course)

This is not a challenge.  This is an offering of support.  If you would like to join in with your own Mindful Monday goals you can do so in the comments or on a separate post of your own making.  If you want to link back to my post, please feel free to do so however, it is not necessary.  My main objective here is to give and get support to become more mindful of the things I take for granted in life.

Gratitude and mindfulness go hand, in hand, so I would like to make this post part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.  Click here to learn more about Colline’s blog.

Gratitude Sunday

Peace and Joy to everyone this week,


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Winter Haiku Challenge     Check out the rules for Ronovan’s challenge here.



Thanks for stopping in to see what I am up to.  I enjoyed seeing you!