Monica and Grandma Pam
My heart is broken. Not because I lost one of the most important people of my life today, but because the loss of my mother is especially hard on my teenage daughter, Monica. I know my mother is no longer suffering, no longer in pain. She’s in peace now. But hearing my daughter cry while she’s doing dishes is killing me. Monica was the first grandchild, spoiled beyond all reason. She and my mother were very close. The younger two kids are sad but dealing in their own way. Angela, the 5-year-old has been asking a million questions about death, which I try to answer as honestly as possible, but because I’ve never died myself, can only guess at some of the answers. She did help me out, though, by telling our two dogs that grandma was dead and never coming back.
I’m thankful to have an amazing support system to lean on. My only sister is there for me and I for her. Our family has rallied behind us offering advice, a shoulder to cry on, and a giant ham (Thanks, Laurie.)
My mom was the strongest woman I knew. After my father got sick(er) while we lived in Alaska, my mother stepped up and ran our pizza restaurant with only a twelve-year-old me to help most times. My aunt and grandpa pitched in, too, but the responsibility was all on her. And the restaurant wasn’t even her dream, but my father’s. After he died, she raised two girls on her own, making sure we had everything we needed. Personally, I think she did a stellar job.
So now as I remember my mother, I let the good times we had come to the forefront: all the swim meets she always helped out at, the conversations we shared as we made dinner together, and watching her read books to her grandchildren. She’ll be sorely missed.
In her memory, I’m donating all of January’s profits from my books, Pucker Up and The Tenth Life of Mr. Whiskers, to a diabetes research charity. Hug the ones you love today for you never know if they’ll be there tomorrow.
I hope everyone had a pleasant Thanksgiving. We stuffed ourselves with turkey and then played a hilarious game of Uno. I won, of course, but learned that my sister’s boyfriend has a bit of a vindictive streak. I won’t sit next to him next time.
Tonight, my teenage daughter and I decided to watch another Alan Rickman film because…well, because he’s Alan Rickman. The movie of choice was Mesmer. Not one of his better movies. Not because of his performance, mind you, but because the plot was a bit confusing and very little was explained. And I don’t know if it was just my computer, but it was hard to hear a lot of the dialogue. Rickman’s voice is naturally low and smooth but when he whispers, you can’t hear a thing. The main reason I kept watching was because Rickman was at his peak of hotness. I was so jealous of the actress during the kiss scene, you have no idea. Then, they end the film without telling you what was to become of him and Maria. They’re just sitting alone in a room while revolutionaries (I think. It wasn’t explained) mob the streets. Overall, the movie was forgetful, but Rickman was not.
And don’t forget to enter my Pucker Up giveaway on Goodreads. It ends this Friday and I hope to have at least 700 entries by the end, but let’s push for 800. Just think of what a wonderful Christmas gift it would make for your teenage reader.
I’m very thankful for all the friends I’ve acquired over the years. From my writer friends who support me through the first, second, nineteenth draft of my manuscript, to the friends who not only bought my book when it was released but actually read it too, I’m so blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful people.
On the resolution front, I crossed another Alan Rickman movie off my list: Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Man, was that movie gross! But so tragic and hilarious at the same time. I loved Mrs. Lovett; such a savvy business woman. And Judge Turpin—what a disturbing man. Rickman portrayed him well, but I felt he could have been a little creepier. I’ll blame the director and editing. I wasn’t surprised that Rickman had a nice singing voice considering the man could seduce the most hardened woman simply by reading the phone book. He could make a killing reading audio books. I know I’d buy all of them. I wonder if he’d consider reading my book.
Also, don’t forget to enter my book giveaway on Goodreads. My goal is to reach 500 entries by Thanksgiving. Happy reading!
With Thanksgiving quickly approaching, I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon of saying thanks for the many blessings in my life. First and foremost is my family; my husband Cameron and our children Kennieth, Monica, Paul, and Angela. They make life worth living.
Even after 16 years of marriage, my husband still shows me how much he loves me whenever we see each other.
Unfortunately, that isn’t as often as we’d like because of his job. He’s a truck driver and can only make it home once a month for a few days. But, we make the most of the time we have together. He’s a wonderful and devoted husband and father.
My children remind me to see all the wonders floating around us. I love the sound of their laughter and watching them enjoy the simple joys of life.I’ll never tire of hugging them, especially in front of their friends, and telling them how much they are loved. Between the teenagers, nine-year-old, and kindergartner, life is never boring. Although, at the moment, Angela would beg to differ as she languishes on my bed and watches me type.
An update on my Alan Rickman Resolution: I watched The January Man today. It was interesting, though Mr. Rickman’s part should’ve been bigger. With all his talent, the character, Ed, was sorely underused. He played a painter, an artist who happened to know all about computers. Hmmm, how convenient. I don’t know why they didn’t just make him a computer tech because being an artist did nothing to further the plot or help solve the mystery. But then, the answers just seem to pop into Kevin Kline’s head with such fortuitous ease you can’t help but roll your eyes. Oh well. Every actor needs to have a flop or two in their resumé and this movie was obviously one of Rickman’s.
Don’t forget to enter to win a free, signed copy of Pucker Up on Goodreads. The last time I checked, I had 395 people entered to win. Let’s see how fast I can reach the 400 mark.