It’s Time To Start Again

Hello. I know I’ve been gone for quite some time, but tonight seemed like a good night to get back into “quicksand” and I’ve got to confess that I’m actually nervous about writing. Being away so long is part of the problem but so is trying to figure out where to begin when recapping the last three months. I’ve got many things I’d like to talk about, tell you about, get your opinions about, and I’ve also promised some good friends blogs about specific topics, which I will get to. Honest.

So after much deliberation I’ve decided to start with a general look back. This feels right to me after all this time. This is right in my wheel house. You know, where I take a topic or topics and paint in very broad brush strokes and am able to make sweeping generalizations about all that I’ve observed and experienced. What I’m really trying to say is that I have no idea where to start, so I’ll start at the beginning and see where I end up.

First of all we moved.I’ve moved quite a few times over the years and consider us to be fairly organized. We planned well and even got a head start on moving in. And with all that we did to assure a smooth and uneventful moving experience, in the end we still had to work like dogs to get done. But get done we did, and when the chips are down you find out who your friends are.Kudo’s to my buddies Rick and Dave for all their help. They went above and beyond to help us and that won’t be forgotten.

After all of that I’m happy to report that we are unpacked, mostly, have all of our stuff hung on the walls, mostly, and are finally settled in, mostly. You get the idea.

My youngest son turned 18 and graduated from high school, all in a span of about three weeks. These two events mark a couple of the proudest moments in my life. A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t have bet that either one of these things was a certainty for my son. But his hard work and determination to change his own fortunes, coupled with never ending support from his family, helped him realize a dream that we all shared. I don’t know what life holds for him going forward, but I do know that he will never face any problem that he can’t overcome. and now he knows it too.

I think I will end there for tonight. I going to have to pace myself. Don’t want to write too much too soon. I’ve got much more to share, but since this is really a cathartic exercise for me, I don’t want to overdo it. Thanks to anyone who’s cared about my being away. It feels good to do this again. And I will do it again soon. I promise. I’ll be easy to spot. I’ll be the guy out playing in quicksand.

“Buying Time” by Pamela Samuels Young Book Spotlight

Buying Time

Join Pamela Samuels Young, author of the legal thriller, Buying Time  (Goldman House Publishing), as she virtually tours the blogosphere in April 2010 on her fourth virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotion!

About Pamela Samuels Young

Pamela Samuels YoungCorporate attorney Pamela Samuels Young has always abided by the philosophy that you create the change you want to see. Fed up with never seeing women or people of color depicted as savvy, hot shot attorneys in the legal thrillers she read, Pamela decided to create her own characters. Despite the demands of a busy legal career, Pamela accomplished her ambitious goal by rising at four in the morning to write before work, dedicating her weekends to writing and even spending her vacation time glued to her laptop for ten or more hours a day.

The Essence magazine bestselling author now has four fast-paced legal thrillers to show for her efforts: Every Reasonable Doubt (BET Books, February 2006), In Firm Pursuit (Harlequin, January 2007), Murder on the Down Low (Goldman House Publishing, September 2008) and Buying Time (Goldman House Publishing, November 2009). New York Times bestselling author Sheldon Siegel described Buying Time, Pamela’s first stand-alone novel, as a “deftly plotted thriller that combines the best of Lisa Scottoline and Robert Crais.”

Pamela has achieved a successful writing career while working as Managing Counsel for Labor and Employment Law for a large corporation in Southern California. Prior to that, she served as Employment Law Counsel for Raytheon Company and spent several years with the law firm of O’Melveny & Myers, LLP in Los Angeles. A former journalist, Pamela began her broadcasting career as a production assistant at WXYZ-TV in Detroit, where she was quickly promoted to news writer. To escape the chilly Detroit winters, she returned home to Los Angeles and worked at KCBS-TV as a news writer and associate producer.

Pamela has a bachelor’s degree in journalism from USC, a master’s degree in broadcasting from Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism and received her law degree from UC Berkeley’s Boalt Hall School of Law. She currently serves on the Board of Directors of the Southern California Chapter of Mystery Writers of America and is the Fiction Expert for BizyMoms.com.

Pamela is a frequent speaker on the topics of discrimination law, diversity, writing and pursuing your passion. She is married and lives in the Los Angeles area. To contact Pamela or to read an excerpt of her books, visit www.pamelasamuelsyoung.com.

Buying Time Buying Time by Pamela Samuels Young (click on cover to purchase) 

 

About Buying Time

Buying Time is a scandalous tale of blackmail, murder and betrayal, evoking John Grisham with a dash of Terry McMillan.

Waverly Sloan is a down-on-his-luck lawyer. But just when he’s about to hit rock bottom, he stumbles upon a business with the potential to solve all of his problems.

In Waverly’s new line of work, he comes to the aid of people in desperate need of cash. But there’s a catch. His clients must be terminally ill and willing to sign over rights to their life insurance policies before they can collect a dime. Waverly then finds investors eager to advance them thousands of dollars—including a hefty broker’s fee for himself—in exchange for a significant return on their investment once the clients take their last breath.

The stakes get higher when Waverly brokers the policy of the cancer-stricken wife of Lawrence Erickson, a high-powered lawyer who’s bucking to become the next U.S. Attorney General. When Waverly’s clients start dying sooner than they should, both Waverly and Erickson—who has some skeletons of his own to hide—are unwittingly drawn into a perilous web of greed, blackmail and murder.

Soon, a determined federal prosecutor is hot on Waverly’s trail. But when the prosecutor’s own life begins to unravel, she finds herself on the run—with Waverly at her side.

Book Excerpt

PROLOGUE

Veronika Myers tried to convince them, but no one would listen. Her suspicions, they said, were simply a byproduct of her grief.

Each time she broached the subject with her brother, Jason, he walked out of the room. Darlene, her best friend, suggested a girls’ night out with some heavy drinking. Aunt Flo urged her to spend more time in prayer.

Veronika knew she was wasting her time with this woman, too, but couldn’t help herself.

“My mother was murdered,” Veronika told the funeral home attendant. “But nobody believes it.”

The plump redhead with too much eye shadow glanced down at the papers on her desk, then looked up. “It says here that your mother died in the hospital. From brain cancer.”

“That’s not true,” Veronika snapped, her response a little too sharp and a tad too loud.

Yes, her mother had brain cancer, but she wasn’t on her deathbed. Not yet. They had just spent a long afternoon together, laughing and talking and watching All My Children. Veronika could not, and would not accept that the most important person in her life had suddenly died. She knew what everyone else refused to believe. Her mother had been murdered.

“Did they conduct an autopsy?” the woman asked.

Veronika sighed and looked away. There had been no autopsy because everyone dismissed her as a grief-stricken lunatic. When she reported the murder to the police, a disinterested cop dutifully took her statement, but she could tell that nothing would come of it. Without any solid evidence, she was wasting everyone’s time, including her own.

“No,” Veronika said. “There wasn’t an autopsy.”

The funeral home attendant smiled sympathetically.

Veronika let out a long, exasperated breath, overwhelmed by the futility of what she was trying to prove. “Never mind,” she said. “What else do you need me to sign?”

* * *
Later that night, Veronika lay in bed, drained from another marathon crying session. She rummaged through the nightstand, retrieved a bottle of sleeping pills and popped two into her mouth. She tried to swallow them dry, but her throat was too sore from all the crying.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. “Don’t worry, Mama,” Veronika sniffed. “I won’t let them get away with it.”

Just as she reached the end of the hallway, a heavy gloved hand clamped down hard across her mouth as her arms were pinned behind her back. Panic instantly hurled her into action. Veronika tried to scream, but the big hand reduced her shriek to a mere muffle. She frantically kicked and wrestled and twisted her body, but her attacker’s grip would not yield.

When she felt her body being lifted off the ground and carried back down the hallway, she realized there were two of them and her terror level intensified. But so did her survival instinct. She continued to wildly swing her legs backward and forward, up and down, right and left, eventually striking what felt like a leg, then a stomach.

As they crossed the threshold of her bedroom, she heard a loud, painful moan that told her she had likely connected with the groin of one of her assailants.

“Cut it out!” said a husky, male voice. “Grab her legs!” he ordered his partner. “Hurry up!”

The men dumped her face down onto the bed, her arms still restrained behind her back. The big hand slipped from her mouth and Veronika’s first cry escaped, but was quickly muted when a much heavier hand gripped the back of her neck and pressed her face into the comforter.

Fearing her attackers were going to rape, then kill her, Veronika defiantly arched her back and tried to roll her body into a tight ball. At only 130 pounds, she was no physical match for her assailants. They easily overpowered her, forcing her back into a prone position. As one man sat on her upper legs, strapping her left arm to her side, the other man bent her right arm at the elbow and guided her hand up toward her forehead.

During the deepest period of her grief, Veronika had longed to join her mother. But now that she was face-to-face with the possibility of death, she fought valiantly for life.

That changed, however, the second Veronika felt something cold and hard connect with her right temple. She stiffened as one of the men grabbed her fingers and wrapped them around the butt of a gun. At that precise instant, Veronika knew with certainty that her suspicions were indeed fact. Her mother had been murdered and now the same killers had come to silence her before she could expose the truth. And just like her mother’s death, her own murder would go undetected, dismissed as the suicide of a grieving daughter. A conclusion no one would question.

As the man placed his hand on top of hers and prepared to pull the trigger, a miraculous, power-infused sensation snuffed out what was left of Veronika’s fear, causing her body to go limp. The heavy pounding of her heart slowed and she felt light enough to float away.

Completely relaxed now, Veronika closed her eyes, said a short prayer, and waited for a glorious reunion with her mother.

Here’s what reviewers have to say!


“Pamela Samuels Young takes her place among the top tier of legal thriller writers with her latest, Buying Time. Waverly Sloan is a recently-disbarred lawyer who makes ends meet by buying life insurance policies from terminally ill patients for cut-rate prices—and then he collects when they die. Angela Evans is one of L.A.’s most tenacious prosecutors who has an unhappy personal life. Lawrence Erickson is a prominent attorney at a big L.A. law firm with a terminally-ill wife. When their stories converge, Samuels Young takes her readers on a roller coaster ride that involves murder, insurance fraud and drug dealing. From the towers of downtown L.A. to the corridors of power in Washington, Samuels Young writes a deftly-plotted, immensely readable thriller that combines the best of Lisa Scottoline and Robert Crais. Find a comfortable chair and plan to stay up late. Highly recommended.”A shattering story told with dignity, compassion, and some wicked humor. Wench is a brave, honest, beautifully written book that will shock and move readers to much new awareness.”

–Sheldon Siegel, New York Times Bestselling author of Judgment Day

“Excuse Me, Does This Cake Make My Ass Look Big?” Guest Post by Author Dianne Sweeney

About Dianne Sweeney

Dianne Sweeney is the average, thirty-something, working woman of today–sometimes sarcastic, sometimes too honest for her own good–but she does tell it like it is. Professionally, she’s set. Friends–she has plenty. But love…well, isn’t that what we’re all looking for? Dianne resides in San Jose, California with her favorite cat, Scout.

You can visit Dianne at http://www.diannesweeney.com.

Excuse me, Does This Cake Make My Ass Look Big?

I have a question. How many times have you walked by a mirrored window and glanced at your reflection and cringed? The other day, I was walking around Campbell, and I happened to turn and look at my reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, I was annoyed. Why was a huge person following me so closely. Back up, buddy. Give me some room. However, he was right on my heels. Finally, I stopped and whipped around, but there was nobody there. I looked back in the mirror and did a double take. There was never anybody following me. It was me. Holy Cow! How long has my backside been trailing behind me like a 320-pound linebacker?

I grimace as I write this …which actually gets me thinking of Grimace the big purple looking creature in the McDonald’s commercials. What was he? Wasn’t he Ronald McDonald’s best friend? Was he Barney for the 80’s brat pack? Didn’t he represent milkshakes? Yum. Milkshakes. ARGH. Food. Food. Food. That is all I ever think about. Do you know how many times I have been to Weight Watchers? Probably more times than I have been on dates. It stops, today. I am going to begin my diet for the 1,345th time. I am going to join an online Weight Watchers group, and I am taking a few of my friends along for the ride. Wanna join in on the fun? We can lose weight together.

Now, where did I put those articles I just got from my US Weekly? Ah, yes, here they are—I just clipped 2 articles from a current magazine. One is a diet guaranteed to drop 10 pounds off my body in a weekend. The other is a recipe for a 6 minute pecan fudge cake. Who says we can’t have our cake and eat it, too?

Kissing FrogsKissing Frogs in Cyberspace by Dianne Sweeney (click on cover to purchase at Amazon)

About Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace

In today’s age of virtual “hook-ups” and online encounters, it is no surprise that there are thousands of websites devoted to Internet dating.

Told in a series of vignettes, Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace, Dianne Sweeney’s revealing account of dating in the 21st century takes you on a hilarious, often poignant journey of online dates, dumps, and disasters. As she discovers the world of Internet dating is blessed by those seeking true love and plagued by those just “seeking.” Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace uncovers the reality of online dating-its pleasures, its horrors, and all the quirky stuff in between.

Read what critics say about Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace

This is a honest, funny, witty, and charmingly written book!! It’s one that you will not want to put down! In addition to the authors commentary and perspective of things, it includes the emails and instant messages that were sent back and forth from the author and her potential “princes”. I found myself laughing out loud for much of the book. Don’t miss out on this one!!
Vanessa – Amazon

This book was recommended to me by a friend who insisted that I read it. Oh my god! This is not a book to read on the bus unless you want to look like a crazy person!! I was laughing so hard out loud that the entire bus was staring! Not only is it a riot, but it is definitely easy for a man to relate to. I have already told my cube-mates at work to read it. Nice work Sweeney!
Miles Hansen

Guest Post by Bill Walker, author of “A Note From an Old Acquaintance”

A Note

Join Bill Walker, author of the soul searching romance novel, A Note From an Old Acquaintance (iUniverse, June 2009), as he virtually tours the blogosphere in April on his fourth virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotion!

About Bill Walker

Bill Walker is a graphic designer specializing in book and dust jacket design, and has worked on projects by Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson, Dean Koontz, and Stephen King. Between his design work and his writing, he spends his spare time reading voraciously and playing very loud guitar, much to the chagrin of his lovely wife and two sons. Bill makes his home in Los Angeles and can be reached through his web site: http://www.billwalkerdesigns.com/

Guest Post

I was quite unprepared for love when first it came to me. I was fifteen and attending a new boarding school in Western Massachusetts, renowned as much for its high academic standards as it was for its bucolic location nestled in a horseshoe of the Berkshire Mountains. It was my first day there and after meeting my roommate, stowing my gear and making my bunk, I decided to take a walk around the campus. The grounds were alive with students. You could tell the new ones. Like me, they strolled around in a semi-catatonic daze, trying to get their bearings.
It was later in the afternoon when I saw Claudia for the first time. I literally stopped in my tracks, watching her stride up the walkway toward the main building, where the new students were to meet for a brief orientation. The spun gold of her light blonde hair caught the rays of the September sun as it swayed across her shoulder blades, and the air grew thick around me, my breath catching in my throat. Her Caribbean-blue eyes shown with an inner light, set into a face while not supermodel beautiful, nonetheless struck me with its knowing innocence. Her body, however, was far from innocent, shaped in curvaceous ways no fifteen-year-old body should have been. I was captivated. And I had no idea what in hell to do.
You see, I’d always been very shy, and while I’d had crushes on girls before, none of them hit me with the primal force of nature that was Claudia. The emotions rushing through me every time I caught sight of her were so intense—so powerful—my heart raced and my tongue seized in my mouth, rendering me mute. Eventually, I worked up the courage to speak to her and we became friends, but I wanted so much more and lacked the courage to say or do anything about it. I watched, in agony, as she took up with another boy, their attraction to each other a palpable thing.
When she broke up with him a month or two later, I was hopeful again, but those fleeting aspirations were dashed, when one of the “big men on campus” swept her off her feet. He broke her heart shortly thereafter and I tried to be of solace to her, to be the friend she needed, in the hopes she would at last see the love brimming in my heart. I ached to declare myself, but feared ridicule, or worse, the dreaded “we’re just friends” speech. Alas, she found romance with yet another boy and after a few dark nights of the soul I finally realized she and I would never have that kind of relationship.
I only spent a year at the school, as my family moved from Connecticut to Florida that spring, where I attended a private day school. The truth was I could never go back to that school nestled in the mountains, could never walk those ivied halls again without being reminded of her. I still think of Claudia every now and then and wonder how her life’s turned out. I hope she’s happier now than she was then.
If you’re out there, Claudia, now you know the truth….

About A Note From an Old Acquaintance

Brian Weller is a haunted man. It’s been two years since the tragic accident that left his three-year-old son dead and his wife in an irreversible coma. A popular author of mega-selling thrillers, Brian’s life has reached a crossroads: his new book is stalled, his wife’s prognosis is dire, and he teeters on the brink of despair.

Everything changes the morning an e-mail arrives from Boston artist Joanna Richman. Her heartfelt note brings back all the poignant memories: the night their eyes met, the fiery passion of their short-lived affair, and the agonizing moment he was forced to leave Joanna forever. Now, fifteen years later, the guilt and anger threaten to overwhelm him. Vowing to make things right, Brian arranges a book-signing tour that will take him back to Boston. He is eager to see Joanna again, but remains unsure where their reunion will lead. One thing is certain: the forces that tore their love asunder will stop at nothing to keep them apart.

Filled with tender romance and taut suspense, A Note from an Old Acquaintance is an unforgettable story about fate, honor, and the power of true love.


“Please tell me why you’re doing this, Brian! Please!”
He tried opening his mouth, tried to tell her the truth, but the words
he’d always wielded with such effortless aplomb, failed him, slipping
away like smoke on a windy day. His throat felt as if it were gripped in
a vise, his mind a flat, cracked slab of flyblown desert; and her muted
sobs echoing through the phone’s earpiece made him want to take it all
back. Every word. But how could he do that, now?
“I—I’m sorry, Joanna…for everything….”
“BRIANNNN!”
THE PHONE JANGLED, RIPPING Brian Weller out of the dream. He sat
up, gasping, sounds and images jumbling in his groggy brain until
none of it made any sense.
The phone rang again, startling him.
He grabbed it, his eyes struggling against the darkness in the
room.
What time was it?
Jesus, it was only 6:00. It felt even earlier due to the late night he’d
spent at the computer.

Read the Reviews:

Brian has been hit with life’s most devastatingly tragic event a parent can encounter. Not only did the horrible accident leave Brian to mourn the loss of his son, it also put his wife in a coma. Brian is left to face this life alone.

But then, one day he receives an unexpected email from someone in his past. This someone is Joanna, a woman he was once in love with. At that time the two were thrust apart by circumstances beyond their control. Fifteen years later the two are given a chance at a second shot at love. Will the past years make a difference and allow them to find happiness together or will Brian have to deal with yet another disaster?

A very touching novel that will make your heart ache.
-bridget3420

I can say with all candor I enjoyed the book thoroughly. I’m the novel reader in my family and I usually read an average of two novels per week. My taste runs the gamut. I read NY Times best sellers and books by lesser known authors purely because I’m intrigued by the description on the back dust cover. Mr. Walker’s book is a very entertaining and quick read. Love at first sight is something most of us can relate to, and I dare say that pretty nearly everyone that I know has a Brian or a Joanna in their past. The author’s combination of the torment of love lost with the elation of discovering that love can endure through the most trying of life’s events was very emotional and ultimately very gratifying. That most of us are, or have been, on a quest to find and capture our “soul mate” adds total credibility to the book. If I might be totally cliché, I really did find this book to be both heat-wrenching and heart warming. My husband and I have a fairly sizable library and the Walker book has taken it’s place on the shelf to be enjoyed again in the near future.
-Carleen

Bill Walker’s NOTE FROM AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE VIRTUAL BLOG TOUR ‘09 will officially begin on April 5 and end on April 30. You can visit Bill’s blog stops at www.virtualbooktours.wordpress.com during the month of April to find out more about this great book and talented author!

Random Thoughts…Again

Hello. It’s been awhile since I’ve written, and for that I apologize. We’ve been very busy trying to get ready to move and still continue with the other day to day nonsense that I’m sure everyone else deals with as well. Everything is going o.k., it’s just a very hectic and somewhat stressful time. I’m pretty sure I’ll survive, but just in case things take a bad turn, please keep a good thought.

Generally, when you see me doing a “Random Thoughts” piece, it means I can’t think of one damned thing to write about. And that is exactly what it means this time as well. I’ve got many things on my mind, some of which may be worth writing about. But at the moment my mind is overwhelmed, so tonight it’s random thoughts. Think of it as looking around in your refrigerator for something to eat before you’ve gone shopping, and making a snack out of whatever you find. Maybe not great, but hopefully it won’t kill you. And away we go…….

1) Why aren’t English Muffins cut all the way through? Whenever you want to have one, you have to cut it through so that it can be put in the toaster. Now I’m aware that this isn’t really any big deal, I guess I just find it odd. They are cut almost all the way through anyway, you’d think it would be easier to just finish the job instead of stopping  right before the end. Is it me or does this seem strange to anyone else? It’s probably just me.

2) I’ve noticed that there are quite a few of these “paranormal” or “ghost hunter” shows on T.V. They all use sophisticated equipment and techniques designed to find the ghost or ghosts residing at that weeks site. Everyone on these shows walks around in the dark, hearing or feeling something out of the ordinary. Some of these folks try to speak with or to the spirits, and in some cases even challenge them in a threatening way.  So here’s the question. How come at the end of everyone of these shows, during the “reveal” there is never any visual evidence to back up any claim of paranormal activity? Despite all of the high tech gadgets, there is never one time when you see a real “ghost” or anything close to it.

I just want to see some tangible evidence. A spooky old man or women passing in front of the camera or some turn of the century children playing in the halls, you know, like in the movies. Is that so much to ask? Maybe that’s the problem with reality television. Reality just isn’t that exciting. I think I may be on to something.

Well, I think that’s it for tonight. This is the kind of stuff I think about more often then I care to admit, and if you’ve bothered to read this to it’s conclusion, you’re my kind of people. I’ll talk with you again soon when I’m out here playing in quicksand.

Welcome Springtime?!#*#!?

Hello again. I know it’s been awhile but I and most of my family have been consistently sick for the last two weeks or so. I’m not quite sure if I’m the mend yet, but if I’m not this certainly isn’t going to make me feel any worse.

Let me start with some good news. We are officially in moving mode. Yes, we have found a new place to call home. It’s in Appleton and has three bedrooms, 1.75 bathrooms, a family room, a wood burning fireplace, and an attached 2.5 car garage. I really hate moving, but am very excited to have much more room in our new place. If anyone has any boxes that they don’t need or would be willing to come and help us move, feel free to comment back. I’m just kidding about the help, but pray for nice weather at the end of this month, would ya?

The weather sure got nice in a hurry. Those of you who have read this blog in the past or know me personally, know of my loathing of winter and anything having to do with winter. So I was thrilled to have nice weather this early in the year. But I’ve been sick almost from the beginning of the nice spell, after hardly being sick all winter long. I’m sure this too will pass, and if this is the price to pay for an early spring, so be it. But I’d like to call the bill paid in full now and move on so I can begin to enjoy the nice weather. Before it’s gone again.

Finally, since it’s Easter weekend and all, I’d like to talk for a minute about something I’ve found to be equal parts fascinating and disturbing. That would be the whole “Catholics Come Home” ad campaign that has been on every T.V. channel lately.  Now there is nothing wrong with reaching out and trying to reconnect with people who may have left the faith behind and find out if they would would be willing to give the relationship one more try. But in light of the most recent sex abuse scandal involving priests and deaf children, with cover up stretching all the way to the Vatican and the Pope himself, the question that begs to be asked is “come home” to what?

Now, let me state for the record that I was born and raised a Catholic. I never really took it very seriously as a kid, but I suppose most kids don’t. It was just out duty to go to religion classes, take First Communion, and go to confession every once in awhile. Also, as a teenager, I had the privilege to meet and become very good friends with Father Martin Carr who really was one of the good guys and is fondly remembered in Oshkosh and the Fox Cities for his life’s work, “The Place To Be”.

With all that said, I’d like to address my original question. Come home to what? In my opinion, trust is the bedrock any relationship has to be built on. Without it, most relationships stand little chance of survival.  My first marriage is a shining example of this and I’m sure there are many more out there who could point to trust. among other things, as one of the chief issues in their own past or present relationships.

So, if former Catholics left the church in the past, what is the reason supposed to be for coming back this time? How does the church stand in judgement of so many people for their lifestyle choices, Gays and Lesbians as examples, yet take no responsibility for their own actions? Standing up and apologizing 30 – 40 years after the fact isn’t nearly enough penance to pay for moving pedophile priests from place to place for years, all the while delivering children into the hands of these monsters.

I’ve got to be honest, I don’t understand the need for organized religion in the first place. If someone wants to have a relationship with “God”, they certainly don’t need to belong to any church or religion. Calling ourselves “Christian” or Catholic or Lutheran, is just another way we judge each other and separate ourselves from each other. It’s these labels which move us farther and farther away from the relationship with our own personal idea of God.

I hope that everyone out there can find something in their lives to believe in. Something that gives them comfort during life’s most trying times.  And if you’re looking for a relationship of faith, have faith in yourself and trust yourself to do what’s right for you. Most of us try to do the right thing on a daily basis. We help where we can, we’re honest and hard working, enjoying simple pleasures shared with family and friends, and when our time here is done if a good life lived isn’t enough to get me to whatever the next level is, so be it. I know I’ll be surrounded by many people just like me. And if the folks responsible for the atrocities in the Catholic church can  just say I”m sorry to “God” and still get in to whatever “heaven” there may be, then I don’t want to get in.

That’s enough for now. I’m gonna go and take some cold meds and wait for the Easter Bunny. As always, I’d be thrilled to hear your opinions on my latest rant.

I’ll talk to you again soon, I hope, when I’m out here playing in quicksand.

Don’t know much about history….

Hello. I decided to use a line from the classic song “What A Wonderful World This Would Be” as a lead in tonight not to begin to list the many subjects I’m less than proficient in, but rather as a way to start to give my opinion about the historic passage of health care legislation.

Now I’m not the least bit politically savvy. I listen to all the talking heads on both sides and try to remember that they are both trying to advance their own positions by keeping the debate raging. It seems that those in favor seem to feel overly optimistic while those against seem to be big on gloom and doom. Despite all that, I still try to make up my own mind.

With that said, in this case, I’m going to go with the overly optimistic crowd. How could health care for all Americans be a bad thing? The cost? Please. If memory serves me, wasn’t it eight years of Republican / Conservative “leadership” what brought the country to the brink of financial ruin in the first place? If we are going to overspend on something, for once let it be for the benefit of people in this country, not trying to extract ourselves from a war with people who don’t appreciate our interference, nor want our way of life.

Health care in this country, or the lack of health care, has been a national embarrassment for years. Presidents Nixon and Clinton both saw the need for the legislation we now have, but couldn’t get through the partisan politics. If anyone has seen the elderly in this country have to decide between medication or food and not call it an embarrassment, I’d  be interested to know what word or phrase you’d use.

Now, I’m sure there will be parts of this legislation that may sound better in theory and not work out quite as well in practice, but we now have a place to start. Not a perfect place but hopefully a place where folks can come together, put aside their differences, and work toward a common goal that benefits all. A place free of the negativity and fear mongering that has been the hallmark of the battle against this legislation.

Conservatives are already threatening Democrats with charges that there will be heavy prices to pay at the mid term elections. It’s even been suggested by some that this piece of legislation will cost President Obama a second term. All this may be true. But if it is, to those who lead the fight and may pay the price with their own jobs, please know that you have done the right thing. That your sacrifice for the good of the many had to be made for there to be any real change. And I believe that history will show you all to be patriots.

Back To The Future

Hello. I know it’s been awhile. I apologize. I’m a great procrastinator sometimes. Most times. Let’s move forward, shall we? I have mentioned in prior ramblings that I really enjoy living in the Fox River Valley area. There’s  always something to do, not to mention the shopping, the restaurants, etc. So this past Friday evening we found ourselves in the vicinity of downtown Appleton and in need of supper. So we decided to do something we haven’t done since we moved over here. We went out for pizza. We decided to try a Valley original, Franks Pizza, which has the distinction of being the first pizza joint in Appleton.

So we went in, seated ourselves, and ordered some drinks and a pizza. The drinks came about five minutes after ordering. The pizza wasn’t quite that quick by comparison. After twenty minutes we were informed by our waiter that the pizza would be ready very soon. Ten minutes later, our pizza made it to our table. Thirty minutes for a pizza. This had better be good. It wasn’t. Burnt crust, thin sauce, and tasteless toppings were the most easily recognizable features of the “special” we ordered.

Maybe it was just a bad night, but it will be a very long time before we go back there.

So on Saturday we headed back to Manitowoc for a visit and to deliver Girl Scout cookies. As the day was coming to a close and we began to prepare to leave for home, my wife had a great idea. Let’s stop at the Pizza Garden and pick up a couple of pizzas to take home with us. Unbaked of course. Genius! I had worked at the “Garden” for a couple of years and it still is to this day the best job I’ve ever had. I’ve never enjoyed working somewhere more. Plus it would be great to see Dennis and Sherry, the owners, and the new building the Pizza Garden calls home now.

We ordered our pizza, visited with my former employers, and got a small tour of the new place, which is quite an impressive upgrade over the old place downtown. We said our goodbyes and headed for home.

Once home, we immediately preheated our oven and made our pizzas. Man, what a difference. I’d forgotten what a really good pizza tastes like. I’m partial to “Garden” pizza. Being a former employee, I have a somewhat emotional attachment to the place and the food. But with that said, it is still the best pizza around. After the terrible experience the  night before, Pizza Garden pizza saved us and quieted or urge for a good pizza.

We will be going back much more often in the future. And for those of you who either live in that area or whose travels take you to the Lakeshore, do yourselves a favor and discover the Pizza Garden. You won’t be disappointed.

That’s all for now. I’ve got to get ready for grocery shopping. But we’ll talk again soon when I’m playing in quicksand.

Guest post by Annette Fuson, author of “Straight Talk for Teenage Girls”

About Annette Fuson

Annette Fuson has been a teacher of teenage girls for many years. She has a BS and MA degree in Education and has also taught at the college level. She is married and has a daughter and granddaughter. The book, “Straight Talk for Teenage Girls” is about topics she taught, where she learned that the changes taking place in teen girls’ lives make them confused, afraid and frustrated. The information taught gave them realistic ideas to help them deal with this stage of life. The classes and discussions were lively and positive. The girls wanted ideas, encouragement and sensible answers to what was bothering them. She used this knowledge to write the book when she saw so many girls needed this kind of help. Girls need all the ideas and help they can get from school, parents, church and other adults to make good decisions that can help mold them with a minimum of problems along the way. Annette has a self-help test and case study at each chapter. Girls love these and adults who work with teens use them for discussion. It is in everyone’s interest for all teenage girls grow to be happy and confident adults. To that goal is her mission with the book. She speaks and has taught workshops for teens and parents of teens where she has information sheets and tests on parenting. Annette has a business helping people look and dress their best for themselves and their careers. She gives presentations to businesses. But Annette Fuson’s true purpose it helping teenage girls. She has been chosen Citizen of the Year and Queen of Sales many times. These accomplishments show she is a leader and a “people person” that can make a difference in many lives.

You can visit her website at www.straighttalkforgirls.com.

Does Your Friend Cut?

Does Your Friend “Cut”? What You Can Do

It is hard to understand why your friend is doing this. Usually, she has feelings of emptiness, low self-worth or loneliness, and the physical pain reduces the emotional pain. Self-injury is not a good method to solve these problems, but your friend feels that when she hurts herself the physical pain takes away the emotional pain for a short time. She has to concentrate on the injury and not her problems. You can help. Let her call or text you when she gets the urge to cut. LISTEN to her and be understanding. She needs a friend who is there for her. Don’t get angry with her. Don’t say, “How can you do THAT?” Don’t promise things you can’t do like meeting her late at night. Encourage her to seek help from a counselor or trusted adult. Go with her. Encourage her in activities where she has talent or skill. Join some fun groups together. Exercise with her or meditate. Suggest more positive ways to cope with her stress. Tell her what you do when you feel you can’t handle things. Remember, you are NOT responsible for what she does. SHE must decide what to do. You can only be there for her and LISTEN, encourage and congratulate her when she does something positive or tries to quit cutting. Check these Websites: Personal Guide to Under-standing Self Harm and HelpGuide.org-self-injury for more information to help your friend. Good luck!!

Straight Talk for Teenage GirlsStraight Talk for Teenage Girls by Annette Fuson (click on cover to purchase at Amazon)

About Straight Talk for Teenage Girls

Straight Talk for Teenage Girls is information to help teen girls make better choices about life situations so they will grow to adulthood successfully. Topics include: self-esteem, dealing with emotions, making decisions, friendships with girls/boys, getting out of bad situations, handling mistakes and reaching goals. Because of the self-tests, case studies at each chapter and the 50 questions from real girls, adults who work with teens use the book for discussions. The information comes from classes taught in school for over 20 years. The book is up-beat, positive and easy to understand. The mission is to help all girls make choices that will lead to a happier life.

Read the excerpt!

“Mistakes are normal. Everyone makes mistakes. Mistakes don’t have to pull you down. You can learn from your mistakes. It is never too late to fix a mistake! Mistakes come from making bad or wrong decisions. They come from being with the wrong person or being easily led by them. Mistakes come from not thinking ahead or mostly not thinking…”Is this what’s best for ME?” You have NO control over other people, you only have control over yourself! Your mistakes will affect others too. You’ve learned in “Getting Out of Bad Situations” chapter that you have to learn to cope or take action when it comes to other people. Other people can’t use you without your permission. So you have made a big mistake, let’s learn from it and go on. It is NEVER too late to change, you just have to want to change. Let’s look at some mistakes and what you can do to change or help a friend change: Choosing Wrong Friends, Being Promiscuous, Drugs and Alcohol, Getting Pregnant, Molestation, Self-Injury/Cutting and Controlling/Abusive Boyfriends.”

Read what critics have to say!

“Straight Talk for Teenage Girls” is exactly what the title tells us, as Annette Fuson discusses important issues facing all teen girls today. The teen years are a time of change, and this can be confusing, frustrating and even scary for teens. Annette has made a resource for young ladies to go to for answers, suggestions or just for reassurance. During these teen years, hormones are raging, and sometimes it may be easier for a teen to read a suggestion from a reliable source than take some verbal advice from a well-meaning parent.

I can highly recommend “Straight Talk” to all teen girls and their concerned parents.
Reader Views

Annette Fuson’s “Straight Talk for Teenage Girls” is a great guide for girl teens on everyday life struggles. I read this book in three days, and was amazed at what I realized about myself. A friend of mine asked to borrow the book and she gave it back the next day saying she absolutely loved the advice. Fuson offers advice on relationships, friendships, parents, and much more. She includes fun quizes and there are questions from real teens that she answers. I definitely give this book a thumbs up!
Andrea West

This was a great conversation starter for my daughter and I. We were able to talk about boys, sex, and other important topics that we did not feel comfortable talking about before. Great advice and simple to understand. Reminded me of Dr. Phil.
Susan Smith

I’m Just Saying

Hello again. I must apologize for the amount of time since my last post, but I had to take some time and deal with some personal stuff. Nothing earth shattering. No big news, either great or  terrible. Just needed to ask some questions and look for some answers. I’ve still got a lot of questions, and quite frankly, some of the answers I’ve gotten recently have just pissed me off, but I will continue to move forward. Even if it’s only in small and measured steps.

I’ve been thinking about many things lately. Generally, my thoughts are of the fleeting nature. You know the kind. You see or hear something and it gives you pause to consider it. You may ponder it for a short while or a little longer time, but invariably something else comes along to take it’s place. So, this happens to me often. Mostly because I am curious about what goes on around me in a physical sense as well as a virtual sense. I hear and feel as well as see and all of these influence my thought.

But lately, the things I’ve pondered have been of a less important nature, a bit more strange, sometimes even comical. Let me give you a few examples:

For the basketball fans out there, casual and fanatical alike, we are officially in the middle of “March Madness”, which means we are going to be inundated with much high drama in the form of buzzer beating, last second shots and deliriously happy players and fans from the winning teams and the agony of defeat that will be felt by the great majority of all teams competing on every level. At some point, someone in their moment of elation is going to give thanks to “God” for his help in their historic victory. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not taking a shot at anyone’s religious beliefs. To each their own. I’m certainly not the one to judge. But my question is, if God can be praised in victory, why isn’t he held accountable for the defeat suffered by the other team? You never hear someone on the losing team blame God for not helping them as much as he did the other team. Why did God perform some Naismithian Divine intervention for one team and not the other?

Now personally, I don’t believe that their is a God of any kind that has one damn thing to do with the outcome of any sporting event. If there was, state schools such as the University of Wisconsin wouldn’t stand a chance against in state rival, Marquette University. But it is March and before long, someone is gonna “Praise The Lord” for his help in their win. And when it happens, if their really is a God, someone in the losers locker room will be heard saying something like “I just don’t think God was on our side tonight”. I’m just saying.

One more thing before I go. It’s getting close to Easter and I’m a big fan (literally and figuratively) of the jelly bean. Not cheap, run of the mill jelly beans. I like the gourmet kind with all of the different and exotic flavors. But I’ve noticed something. Liking a flavor in  one form doesn’t guarantee liking that same flavor in another form. Case in point, coffee flavored jelly beans. I love coffee. Not just like it, love it. The stronger the better. But I just don’t care for coffee flavored jelly beans. I was a bit surprised at first that I had this negative feeling about some thing coffee flavored. After all, I enjoy all kinds of coffee, and I’m also very fond of coffee flavored ice cream, so why this particular dislike of this particular form of coffee flavor? I still am not sure. I enjoy a good steak but might not feel the same after trying the Porterhouse flavored bean by Jelly Belly, with or without A-1.

Like I said in the beginning, these are the types of things I thinks about from time to time. Nothing earth shattering. No big deal. I’m just saying.

That’s enough for tonight. We’ll talk again soon when I’m playing in quicksand.