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Sundays Make Me Smile

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Another what makes me smile post. Sundays. Sundays are truly wonderful days in our house. First of all, I typically get to sleep in! Yeah! Then, lately at least, we've been having breakfast at home. Bacon, eggs, sausage, toast and coffee. But it's not the breakfast that makes me smile. It's the conversations at the table that warm my heart. Today was no exception. My hubs and I recalled memories from when our kids were younger and some of the funny things they said or did. They LOVE hearing these stories just as much as we love telling them. There were lots of laughs and giggles, and no one was in a hurry to leave. Breakfast was devoured without an issue (we have an anti-egg eater, but today, he ate up with a smile.) It was an awesome way to start our day. Then we all pitch in and clean the house, because to me, a clean house is happiness. Laundry is done, ironing finished (usually while watching NASCAR), and everyone is calm, cool and collected. Tonight we'

What Makes Me Smile

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As I'm doing laundry, I take a good long look at the shirts I'm ironing for my boys.  Seven days worth of shirts and each shirt I'm taking the wrinkles out of, is one we made together. There are no brand names tops, there are no shirts with snazzy sayings. However, there are a lot of shirts we made together. In fact, this week, every top was homemade.  This makes me smile.  A $4 shirt from Michael's ($3, if you catch a sale), some fabric paint and a few hours together making memories.  When I look at the shirts, I can see the day clearly. The laughter and excitement on the boys faces as I bring out new shirts, and paints. We debate what they want (as I have to trace it out and my skills are not fantastic) and get to it.   Each shirt has a memory - whatever was important to them at that time in their life. Perhaps one day, instead of throwing away the shirts when they're outgrown, I can make them into a quilt or something.  But for now, I'm

Duly Noted - a PTSD love story

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Now AVAILABLE   SMASHWORDS  -  KOBO  -   iTunes  -  Amazon PTSD sucks. Just ask nineteen year-old Aurora. She’s dealt with it for the past two years. Effing car crash. Resigned to live a mediocre life with her friends Percocet and Xanax, she's coped on her own. Terrified of stepping beyond her backyard, and broken and damaged, she doesn’t need anyone, anyways. Until she meets him. Shy but smoking hot, Nate Johnson has a mouth as smart as hers, and can handle every ounce of sass she dishes out. Immediately, he’s hooked by Aurora’s sarcastic wit. A man on a mission, he wants to help her over her fear of cars. He needs to, if he’s ever going to have her as part of his world – a passion he’s kept hidden from her. As he succeeds with the impossible goal, he finds he’s curing more than just her PTSD, he’s healing her heart. But when her fears collide with his passion, it drives Aurora away. From him. From them. From the best thing to ever happen to her.