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Mom Reads Signs

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Here’s a portion of our conversation on the way home from the restaurant tonight—

Mom: “Pick and Pull? What’s a pick and pull. What do they pull?”

Me: “Car parts, people pull car parts off of a damaged car and put it on another one.”

Mom: “Oh. People do that? Hmm, ‘Cook’s Collusion’ is that a restaurant?”

I twist in my seatbelt and just catch a view of the sign. “No…that’s a car repair shop.”

Mom: “What did you say?

Me: “I said—”

Mom: “Why would cooks collude?”

My husband clamps a hand over his mouth. (Laughing at your mother-in-law is risky behavior).

Me: “It’s called ‘Cook’s COLLISION for car accidents.”

Mom: “Oh, collision, not collusion. And Cook must be someone’s name? That makes more sense.”

There you have it, a wrap of our evening adventure.

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Mom Reads Signs

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fullsizeoutput_361cMom, a non-driver for her entire life, reads signs out loud to us—one of her favorite pastimes while riding in our car’s backseat next to her walker. (My sweet mom’s hearing is a little decreased, too). #caregiver

Here’s a portion of our conversation on the way home from the restaurant tonight—

Mom: “Pick and Pull? What’s a pick and pull. What do they pull?”

Me: “Car parts, people pull car parts off of a damaged car and put it on another one.”

Mom: “Oh. People do that? Hmm, ‘Cook’s Collusion’ is that a restaurant?”

I twist in my seatbelt and just catch a view of the sign. “No…that’s a car repair shop.”

Mom: “What did you say?

Me: “I said—”

Mom: “Why would cooks collude?”

My husband clamps a hand over his mouth. (Laughing at your mother-in-law is risky behavior).

Me: “It’s called ‘Cook’s COLLISION for car accidents.”

Mom: “Oh, collision, not collusion. And Cook must be someone’s name? That makes more sense.”

There you have it, a wrap of our evening adventure.

Trash Collector-Part 1

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For about one year, Mom was the neighborhood trash collector. She put on her hat and armed with her metal reacher, she executed her clean up mission in our apartment complex. Mom went as far as her legs and walker allowed. She eventually ventured into surrounding neighborhoods. I finally convinced her to stay near our complex only.

The community thanked her with notes left on bushes and often with a garbage bag tied to it. Neighbors even yelled out of the windows of their cars, “Thank you!”

By way of thanks, neighbors purchased cold slushes or coffees for Mom from the Human Bean coffee shop and gave them to her. Sometimes, when she walked near the shop, customers would hand her a drink.

Appreciation is lovely.

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Another Story

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It’s funny how an AFPA amazes me, (Acceptance For Publication Agreement) when that’s what I work toward. I signed one a few days ago. Ta dah!

The opposite is also true. A Rejection Email is a milestone which amazes me.

We all need feedback. Any form of feedback.

Pure excitement burst inside me when I received my first rejection. I told my critique group and wished I’d thought to have my iPhone camera ready. Their expressions ranged from stunned, confused, and comical. The confused member asked, “Why are you happy about that?”

“For me, it means I’m alive, working, and achieving…something. I’m doing the task of writing plus submitting articles and stories–not stashing them. You all told me that the industry changed and doesn’t send rejection letters on a regular basis. So, writers are often robbed of feedback. I sent the wrong story to the wrong publisher. I need to know.”

Here’s my cheer for the next form of feedback, “Yayeeeee!”

 

Going Places

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Once in a while, it is satisfying to actually go somewhere. We can spin our wheels and go nowhere more often than we wish to.

Years ago, I travelled and lived abroad from the motive of adventure. A full year of sixteen countries–planes, trains, ferries, buses, hitchhiking, hotels, homes, and hostels. Even those exciting things are exhausting. I must tell you that after I returned, I slept for a month, in my quiet and cozy home.

It is true that there is a time and season for everything under the sun. My current season is grandma-hood, so I travel frequently to the same state, from the motive of love for my family and little granddaughters.

 

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Catch Up Time

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Me oh my, how time does fly! It’s ONE of the reasons I’ve not posted since December 2015.

If you’re curious about the other reasons, read on…

Sold my home–moved my mom, fiance and me.

Fiance’s open heart surgery & wedding planning.

Our wedding.

BRMCWC–writer’s conference click here & visiting my grandchildren.

Recovery from a painful injury and adjustment to new limitations in my mobility, ie-walker.

Entered a short story contest click here

My story regarding JOY, accepted for publication click here in Inspire’s Joy Anthology.

and WRITING stories each week. Whew!

My newest adventure is with SCBWI, Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, a renown international organization click here

My first illustration posted in their gallery is here

Enjoy your summer with your loved ones and visit my blog again soon!

 

 

Book launch

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Please see this link for the 2015 Inspire Forgiveness book launch on 12/12/15. This is an anthology with several authors. My story is  Meghan O’Meara’s Bowl.

Forgiveness is a very difficult issue for most of us. It often takes a progression of choices and steps before we can live it.

It is my hope that all who read these stories will find their way to personal freedom from the past that is a gift of forgiveness.