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Friday, 09 June 2017 00:41

Slowing Down...

After returning from Elliot's graduation last Thursday night, I took Gus, the Wonder Dog, for a walk. It was dark, and rather than heed Jim's warning about sticking to the driveway at night, I walked Gus through the yard and under the pine trees. Whoops! Before I knew it, I slipped on wet pine needles and fell hard on my right arm! The good news is that I was still holding onto his leash and he was safe. I wish I could say the same for me. Quite frankly, my upper arm hurt like hell! The next morning, Jim insisted…
Dear Elliot, How did this happen? It seems like yesterday when I first held you in my arms and smiled down at your beautiful, little face. Now, eighteen years later, I have to stand on tiptoe to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek! You have grown into a wonderful, handsome young man who is preparing to leave home for college. It's unbelievable how quickly time goes by. Do you remember the times you spent with me when you were just a toddler? At that time, you loved dogs more than anything in the world. I remember…
Thursday, 25 May 2017 16:39

A Tribute to Tom and Sue Sharp

After spending the Mother's Day weekend with my son Todd and his family, I was driving north on the 495 Beltway. My hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel when my blue-tooth showed an incoming call from Laurie Sharp Chenez. Seeing her name made my heart sink. I knew this would not be a good call. After finding a safe place to pull over, I tried calling Laurie back but was unable to reach her. Next, I called her sister, Stephanie who told me that her father, Tom, had been taken to the hospital. She said he had pneumonia but…
Wednesday, 10 May 2017 17:01

Mommy and Me

With Mother's Day fast approaching, I find myself remembering some of the things I loved most about my mother. From the moment I was born until I became a teen, my mother doted on me. Perhaps because she was only sixteen when gave birth to me, she treated me like her baby doll. She dressed me in fancy clothes and shoes (which she really could not afford) and strolled me up and down the streets of Jamestown. She taught me to ballet when I was three. I can see her smiling face as she slowly dropped the needle on the…
Thursday, 04 May 2017 19:10

The Next Road of My Journey

After months of promoting "The Road Back to Hell" through my website, my Facebook Author's page, my blogs, a few speaking engagements and some local media, I have decided it is time to switch gears. I desperately need to turn my focus from promoting my current book to starting my next one. The seeds for that book were planted as soon as I had finished my memoir. Now I have to cultivate those seeds by doing some background research, interviewing family members and creating my timeline. When I have completed those tasks, I will be ready to write that book!…
Wednesday, 26 April 2017 19:01

The Wonder of Gus

Suzie was the first dog to steal my heart. My family and I had been living in Modesto, California for a while, and I had been begging for a dog. The answer was always, "No", until the night my parents went to a Halloween party, and came home with a cute, little black and brown Dachshund. Apparently, the dog was first prize in a dress-up contest that my dad had easily won. My mother had dressed Dad from head to toe (all 6'3" of him) as a woman. I remember hysterically laughing with my sisters when he came into the…
Thursday, 20 April 2017 15:40

Easter Memories

When I look at the picture on the cover of my book, "The Road Back to Hell", I think of the Easters of my childhood. I will always remember that Easter Sunday on April 19, 1954. After attending the church service at Immanuel Lutheran Church on Second Street in Jamestown, New York, my parents and I were strolling hand-in-hand up Third Street towards town. A very nice newspaperman asked if he could take our picture. The smile on my face says it all―I was a happy little four-year sandwiched between two loving parents and I was beaming from ear-to-ear! It…
Thursday, 13 April 2017 13:01

Making Memories with Friends

I recently read a book that had been sitting on my nightstand for months entitled, "The Girls from Ames- A Story of Women & a Forty-Year Friendship." The cover picture of a group of perky, smiling, teenage girls standing side-by-side with their hands on their hips drew me in. Once I began reading, I could not put it down. It reminded me of my junior high days when I was part of a special group I lovingly referred to as my "West Side Friends". Like my friends, the Ames girls had known each other from grade school, through junior high…
Thursday, 30 March 2017 01:40

The Power of Teachers

Recently, I was the guest speaker before a group of teacher's at their Alpha Delta Kappa meeting. While preparing for this event, I decided to structure my presentation around my personal experiences with several, special teachers who had made a difference in my life. My fifth-grade teacher, Miss Loretta Funk, was the first teacher who truly affected my life. In the summer of 1959, my family had moved into a new apartment, which meant I would be attending a new school in the fall. I was extremely nervous on the first day of school. When I was welcomed with a…
Wednesday, 22 March 2017 17:08

Evoking Memories

When I started my writing journey, everything I wanted to write about was stored in my heart and in my mind, and I began to wonder how I would ever get those thoughts on paper. I enrolled in online courses through Writer's Digest that helped me create a plan through an outline. I proceeded to collect information from my sisters, an aunt in California, and my cousin, Suzie. Unfortunately, everyone else in my family had long been deceased, and there was no one else who could give me more insight into my past. Upon completion of that phase of preparation,…
Thursday, 16 March 2017 00:07

The Luck of the Irish!

Being Irish is the one nationality I can lay claim to because my maternal great-great grandfather, John Francis Foote moved from Ireland to Jamaica, New York in 1884. When I married Jim Farley in 1980, I believed I had even more reason to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I used to spend a lot of time decorating the house with Irish signs and knick-knacks. We even flew the Irish flag from our porch. However, this year I have been so busy that I did not even put my little leprechaun on the kitchen windowsill. Without the decorations, I will rely on…
Wednesday, 15 March 2017 23:48

The Luck of the Irish

Being Irish is the one nationality I can lay claim to because my maternal great-great grandfather, John Francis Foote moved from Ireland to Jamaica, New York in 1884. When I married Jim Farley in 1980, I believed I had even more reason to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I used to spend a lot of time decorating the house with Irish signs and knick-knacks. We even flew the Irish flag from our porch. However, this year I have been so busy that I did not even put my little leprechaun on the kitchen windowsill. Without the decorations, I will rely on…
Thursday, 09 March 2017 16:01

Along Came Gus

Tuesday, 07 March 2017 20:57

Along Came Gus!

We lost our beloved Westie, Beau, on September 29, 2016. Jim and I were devastated. When Beau was diagnosed with kidney disease in March, we had two choices― to completely change his diet and life style or put him down. We opted for the first choice, hoping it would give him a year or two more of life. I immediately changed his diet; no more treats, Cesars or Iams. I replaced those things with kidney-diet dry food recommended by our veterinarian. Beau would not touch it. After not eating anything for three days, I called the vet's office and they…
Wednesday, 01 March 2017 17:18

What Makes Me Tick

In a recent blog, I mentioned the fact that my son and our office manager were concerned because they feel I do not spend enough time relaxing, or in their words, "chilling out". While looking through some older writings I came across this story about my great-grandmother, Gussie. I decided to include it in my blog because it definitely explains why I am me. Perhaps some of you will be able to relate. While recently driving down Washington Street in my hometown, Jamestown, NY, I glanced to the right at the park where I spent many sunny days playing as…
Wednesday, 22 February 2017 17:56

It's All About Love

Valentine's Day is all about love, and last Tuesday was no exception. Although it always falls on the same day every year, February 14th, as of 9:00 that morning, I still did not have much for anyone. I used the excuses I was - Too busy working trying to get my book on Amazon I figured my husband already knew I loved him. Besides, there was no sense making his favorite cherry pie because he is on a diet. My grandchildren were all too old to expect something special from Nonny. My puppy, Gus, cannot eat chocolate. The Sunday before…
Thursday, 16 February 2017 01:08

My Self-Publishing Journey

Before completing my writing my memoir, "The Road Back to Hell", I explored all of the options of publishing. I read articles in my writer's magazines, researched traditional publishing versus self-publishing online, and discussed it with several members of my memoir writer's group. When I compared the pros and cons of both options, I decided to take the self-publishing route. I made this decision because at my age, I did not want to wait for years for my book to become accepted by a traditional publisher. I had no aspirations of becoming a world famous author―I just wanted my story…
Thursday, 19 January 2017 01:40

Missing Mom

My mother would have celebrated her 85th birthday on January 9th had she lived. On that day this year, as I gazed into the beautiful, sunny sky and saw a big, white, puffy cloud floating by; it brought back a joyful childhood memory. Desperately wanting to share that memory with my mother, I closed my eyes and sent her this message― "Mom, for the first time in many years, I can honestly say that I miss you. I miss your spunky sense of humor, the gleam in your eyes when you were happy, the sound of your smoky voice when…
Tuesday, 10 January 2017 16:24

What a Diff'rence a Summer Makes

1960 We were still living on Stowe Street in the summer of 1960. I had made many new friends in fifth-grade and spent most of my days playing with them at their homes. Returning home on a hot, summer afternoon, I could hear the familiar strains of “What a Diff’rence a Day Makes,” floating through an open window of our apartment. That song disturbed me. It usually meant I would find my mother standing over the ironing board with a cigarette burning in an ashtray and a can of Blatz beer sitting beside it. Whatever happened to the coffee she…
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