Apollo Spotlighted

Check out the Spotlight for the third book in the unique erotic PNR Guardian League Series, Apollo.

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R U Okay?

This morning, Michael asked me, “Are you okay?”

Well, no.  Not really.

I’m worried about Hurricane Irma, the category 5 hurricane that is predicted to hit Florida via Miami at a Category 4.  I feel bad for Miami, though my experience at South Beach with the dangerous, hostile drivers and even on the highway leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth and a distaste for the city.  I would never want to live there but that doesn’t mean I want to see the residents undergo devastation.

I am worried for my roof, not having the luxury of nearby residents to have had a new roof installed on my house.  My roof is old and I don’t know how much more battering it can take.  The thought of going through insurance doesn’t alleviate my fears or worries as that will be a nightmare, in itself, if we undergo damage.  I survived Hurricane Charlie and gave up waiting for a roofer, instead, going my own path and taking on a loan with a well known business to fix the roof on my own accord.  If I had waited- a name on the long line of rosters of people waiting for insurance to fix their roofs- I might still be waiting.

At least I have enough water though I’m sure I won’t have electricity.  Our home is old, built in the 1970’s, and due to this, if anyone so much as sneezes, we lose our electricity.  Hurricane force winds are sure to devastate and I’m not looking forward to sweating like a pig in 90 degree Florida weather.

I am hoping once it hits Central Florida, the hurricane will have the decency to lower it’s category to a 2 or even, God help us, a 1.  We don’t need another Charlie!  And I’d like to keep my roof intact as is… please.

So, I am filling all the pitchers I own with water and even my Keurig, just in case and I’m wishing the storm will turn East and fizzle out into the ocean from where it formed.  And I’m busy transferring our food to my dad’s empty refrigerator in his garage.  Since his apartment’s electricity is tied in to the local fire station, he hardly ever loses power and this is our saving grace.  I’m doling through our food, taking to the re fridge/freezer items which cost the most money:  fish and meat first, vegetables last, in the hopes of saving as much as possible from loss of electric/power.

My husband is cleaning out the gutters, bringing in our lovely statue/decorations, outside furniture and to save precious time, buying bags of potting soil to use as sandbags since it’s rumored people are waiting hours in line to get precious sandbags.  With Irma expected to hit Central Florida Sunday- Monday, we are running out of time and we must work with haste.

This has been an ordeal, finding empty shelves in local grocery stores like the picture below where there was no bread to be bought and collecting water bottles when stores were out.  We ended up being lucky three times over and have three cases of water as a result.

I hope everyone in the path of Hurricane Irma remains safe and I wish for you minimal damage to your beloved homes.

#hurricaneirma  #Irma

Coping in different ways

Tonight I learned that everyone grieves differently.  I probably already knew this but when faced with a short discussion with my dad I realized he and I deal with my mom’s death differently.

My husband and I have had lengthy conversations about what will happen if he passes away before me (hopefully this doesn’t happen).  He knows that I will be “getting rid of all his stuff” immediately, giving it away to charity or something.  I let him know this is not because I don’t love him or that I’m trying to get rid of him.  Oh no.  I love him so much.  But this is how I handle grief.

My mom passed away a little over two years ago though it seems like an eternity to me.  She understood me like no other ever has.  She was my best friend, my biggest fan and my strongest confidante.  She was my rock and I miss her dearly.   And how do I deal with her death?  By ignoring it.  Yup.  That is the only way I stay sane and that is the only way I can go on and survive living while she is up in heaven having fun without me.  I try not to think of her because thinking of her only brings tears and misery and I can’t go to work, on a daily basis, to help people if I am a mess myself.  So, this is my way to deal with the immense sadness of her loss in my life.  One day, hopefully, I will be able to think of her and not tear up but until then, this is the way I cope.  However; this is not the same for my dad~

My dad, who desperately needs to move into a first floor apartment because of his declining health, said to me today, that he can’t move into a smaller place because that would mean he would have to get rid of things and he can’t give up my mom’s stuff.  He said that and then he cried.  You see, my dad never cries because he doesn’t believe in a man crying.  While me, I feel differently.  I think if you have an emotion, let it out.  If you have to cry, do it.  It’s natural and it’s human and you can’t keep these things bottled up or they’ll just resurface again, and again.  He believes in prescriptions to pacify his inner turmoil while I believe prescriptions will only mask the inner pain- much like a band aid covering something temporarily.  In the end it peels off with time and the pain is still there.

But I understand where my dad is coming from and I told him this.  I am only trying to do what best for him but I get it.  In the end, it’s his decision the way he wants to live his life.  He chooses to live his life surrounded by objects my mom loved because it keeps her alive.  Storing these items away would only sadden him and the last thing I want to do is add more pain to his overflowing cup.

So, I guess the lesson is to love everyone while they are here.  Life is so short.  Appreciate those close to you for you never know what tomorrow might bring.  And, to try to understand when people do things differently than you would in the event of one’s passing.  Some create items to remind them of their loved ones, some need to have stuff owned by their loved ones around them while others, like me, can’t have the constant reminders surrounding them.  Everyone grieves differently but in the end, we are all trying to do the same thing:  survive this life to get to the other.

Ladies, you are Awesome!

You know what hurts? When I see women putting up with bad behavior.

 

Just today I saw a post from a friend who was engaged and happy but recently found out her boyfriend cheated on her.  This is very sad but, in my opinion, if he went outside of the relationship without your permission, he is not worth hanging onto.  You deserve better and he or she is out there for you, waiting.  Don’t go back to someone who can’t commit.  There’s too many of them out there and you deserve someone who respects you.

Sadly, too many women go back to broken men and failing relationships, maybe because we are comfortable in a situation we know or understand or maybe because we fear there’s nothing else for us and we’d rather settle for less than to be “alone”?  But the question remains…  Why do we allow people to treat us badly?

Ladies, let me tell you how beautiful you are. I don’t need to personally know you to let you know that you are Worthwhile and Gorgeous!

Don’t ever let any man or woman treat you as less than you are. Remember, it is your choice to remain in a relationship. We make choices every single day of our lives as to who we welcome into our personal circle and who remains within our inner circle.  If they are not treating you like a queen, should they stay?  Would you be better off without them, have less stress, or be able to live the life you want to live without their judgment?  In every circumstance, do what’s best for you because, in the end, you’re the only one that matters.  I know this might sound selfish but it’s not.  If everyone leaves, you should be able to rely on yourself and be happy with yourself.  If you’re not, change it.  You have to be whole before you can let anyone else in.

Remember this saying (that I absolutely love): You teach people how to treat you.

It’s so true and you deserve the best, always!

Have a wonderful day, my friends, and remember how beautiful you are!

#WritersLIfe    #Writing   #WroteToday

Chocolate? Think twice

Have you ever wanted to scream and shout?

Me?

Yes.

Quite frequently nowadays.

As a part-time caregiver on top of all my other duties:  full-time day job, part-time book business/marketer/promoter, wife and dog mom, there are days I just want to vent my frustration over the decisions my dad makes.  You see, he fell yesterday in his home and today he was supposed to see a Physical Therapist but he doesn’t want to.  He stated to me, by phone, that if this shortens his life, so be it.  That he will live a happier albeit shorter life, then.  Wow.  Talk about selfish.  But there’s nothing I can do about it because it’s his life, not mine and his decisions are his decisions…but do you have to tell me this 2 years after my mom passed away?  Granted, he’s said worse to me in the past two years- words even my husband remembers and wishes my dad didn’t speak.  No one should ever hear from a parent or relative that “all bets are off if I go to a nursing home.”  This on top of my additional duties at work is what I put up with on a week to week basis.

And my dad and I were never close~ but here I am, taking care of him because mom is not here anymore to do so.

Upon coming home, I think about writing him into my current book and I wonder what the Angel would say to the female protagonist when she talks about her dad.  I think about this for a while, discussing my latest idea with my friend Michael, throwing in that maybe she’s like me and gaining weight rapidly with all the stress that befell her, suddenly, all at once when my friend Michael says to me:

“No amount of chocolate will amend your dad’s situation.”

Startled, I stopped in my tracks and thought about what he said to me; then I nodded my head.  As usual, he’s right.

I am eating chocolate every day and steadily gaining weight when at one point I was actually eating healthier and losing weight.   With all the craziness and impossible demands I’m juggling now, topped off with the added stress of my dad’s failing health, I find myself dipping into the candy jar a lot more often than I should.  However; Michael’s right.  Eating chocolate will not help or change my dad’s situation but, eventually, it will change mine.  No amount of stress eating will help my dad and it won’t help me either.  I have to find another way to deal with the situation I have been handed.  What is the best solution for me?  I don’t know but I am willing to find out.

Take care my friends and thanks for reading.  Enjoy your day!

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Author Interview and Spotlight

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