Simple Beauty

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Photo by me.

I love to take pictures of flowers.  I think I got the love of flowers from my Mom.  She loves to stop and look at them.  I love to stop and take pictures of them. :). This was taken with my IPhone 5.

Water

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Photo from Pixabay

Water – Haiku

It felt warm to touch

Ice cubes clink in the tall glass

Will it quench my thirst

 

I decided to try my hand at poetry.  I signed up for the Intro to Poetry and today I am doing day one.  It was to be about Water. They suggested trying a Haiku so I did try. 🙂

The Pearl Necklace

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Photo courtesy of Pixabay

The rain was pattering off the metal roof. Katherine sat at the desk, answering an advertisement in her best penmanship. She was careful not to let her reply mirror her true emotions. Her hands shook, and her tear drops were leaving wet spots on the paper. Memories ran ramped in her mind.

It all started on a cold winter’s day almost two years ago, Continue reading

Daddy’s Little Girl

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With my daddy =)

Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but let a tear roll down my cheek. It was happening–my wedding day. The day I had spent not just the last year and half planning for but my entire life dreaming of, was finally here. I was going to walk down the aisle and say “I do” to the man of my dreams.

Taking a deep breath, I turned slowly, observing my reflection. The white lace of my gown flowed around me, draping here, catching there, and hugging my frame perfectly. My hair was tied back, and my make-up was done perfectly, for the moment. Leaning back in, I dabbed the edge of my eye, trying to keep the tear from causing my mascara to run.

“You look beautiful,” I heard my dad say as he walked into the room. I saw his reflection in the mirror. His face was beaming with pride, joy, and a hint of sadness.

I didn’t want to turn to face him, because I knew as soon as I did, I wouldn’t be able to keep the tears from flowing. Looking from his reflection to my own in the mirror, I suddenly didn’t see the woman who was standing there just seconds before. I saw myself as a child.

I thought back on family vacations to Kentucky, remembering the times he taught me to drive the four-wheeler, letting me venture off on my own across the grassy fields, always under his watchful, concerned eye.

My mind rushed with memories of waving up to him as he watched me proudly from the stands in the ice rink. Even at 9:00 on a Saturday morning, he was always happy to watch me slide back and forth, tripping over my own feet and trying to make it look graceful.

One minute I was the little girl sitting next to him in the car, singing along at the top of my lungs to his favorite Beatles songs. The next, my mind flooded with memories of Sunday afternoons, watching the football game together. Every time a touchdown was scored, I would run to his chair as fast as I could yelling, “catch me daddy! I’m the football!” And I always knew that no matter how high I jumped, or how fast I ran, he would always catch me.

I couldn’t help but let a tear run down my cheek as I remembered saying goodbye to him before my first semester away at college. Watching my parents drive away, I was filled with a sense of loneliness and fear. But walking back up to my dorm, and burying my face into my pillow to cry, I found a letter he had hidden there for me. He was proud of me. He knew I would do great, and he would always be there to support me if I ever needed him.

And now, I was going to be leaving him and the safe haven of a home he had worked so hard to give me. I was going to be starting a new life, one all my own, with my husband. But I knew I had chosen the best man I could, because I had my dad’s example to guide me. As a husband he had always loved my mother, he had worked hard to provide for our family, and he had given his all to ensure we would be safe and happy.

Inhaling deeply, I turned to face him. “Do you really think I look pretty?” I asked, tugging nervously at the sides of my dress.

“You look amazing,” he said, walking across the room and taking my hands in his. Placing a quick kiss on my forehead, he took a deep breath, trying to keep his own tears from falling. “I’m so proud of you,” he said to me quietly.

Stepping back and looking up at him, I couldn’t keep my emotions in check any longer. Letting the tears stream down my face, I reached out and hugged the man who had always been there for me. The man who had loved me through the achievements and the failures in my life–completely and utterly unconditionally.

“Let’s go get you married,” he said to me, smiling between the tears that were also flowing from his eyes.

As he took my hand and led me down the hall to the ceremony site, I felt my heart beating faster in my chest, and a lump formed in my throat. We stood, side by side, waiting for the doors to open. “I love you, daddy,” I said between quiet sobs.

“I love you too,” he replied. He squeezed my hand tightly, filling me once again with the reassurance that no matter what happened, I would always be his little girl, and he would always be there to love and support me.

Just a little “short” to celebrate Father’s Day. To all the dads out there, thank you for all you do! And to my dad, for whom this story was written, I LOVE YOU! 

Quirks

Have you ever noticed and never wanted to admit that your mom/daughter and you share a quirky habit? Well, Whitney inherited this quirk from Wendy.

The Solution- Prologue

In the year 2059 Earth is faced with a problem it had spent years trying to avoid. Humanity is at risk. The planet has become overcrowded–there is no room to farm or raise livestock, and food is becoming scarce.

The World Council, an established organization that has worked for decades to find a way to address the problem, has finally come up with a solution.

“The Solution” is to select a very specific group of people, who fit very specific criteria, and send them into space to colonize other planets in hopes of establishing a sustainable life—one where others can be sent, and humanity can be saved.

The problem? The Council has limited knowledge of the planets they have selected. They have no way of knowing what conditions they are sending the people into.

It doesn’t matter—time is running out. They need “The Solution” to work. It is the only chance humanity has for survival.

This is the introduction to the Young Adult novel we are currently working on The SolutionOur projected release date is August 8th. 

The Liebster Award

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A huge thank you to Chasing Agatha for nominating our blog! If you haven’t already, check out her blog at: https://chasingagatha.wordpress.com/blog/. It’s a great window into the world of writing, book reviews, and the wonderful genre of murder mystery stories!

This is how this fun “new blogger” award works:

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So, going in order, we nominate the following blogs:

Addison Green

The Confessions of a Wanderer

Chill Out Keep Calm and Breathe

Just a Spartan Living in Badgerland

On Anything and Everything

Elevated Hope

kamesar

Ritewordblog

And, to answer the 11 questions given to us:

  1. Is there such a thing as the perfect murder? If so, what?
    Whitney- I do love the crime/thriller genre! But, I suppose I’m not adept enough in it to say I can think of the “perfect murder.” I do like the vigilante idea, the revenge type with the ultimate goal of righting the wrongs in the world.
    Wendy- I believe so.  There are a lot of unsolved murders out there.
  2. Do you believe that people are generally good at heart?
    Whitney- I’ve always been a little bit of a cynic. I guess I would have to say that I think some people are good at heart, but not everyone.
    Wendy- I do believe the majority of people are good at heart.  When I run across someone who is not I always wonder what happened to them that day to cause them to be so mean.
  3. How do you feel about self-publishing vs. the traditional route?
    Whitney- I think self-publishing is a great way to get your writing out for the world to see! It’s really opened up a lot of great avenues for up and coming writers to get their names out there. But, there’s still something abut the traditional route that I love. But, then again, I’m old-fashioned about almost everything.
    Wendy- I LOVE self-publishing!  Why do writers think they need to depend on that one person making a decision if their story is worth telling?  I grant you that self-publishing is a difficult road with figuring out how to format, make a book cover, self-promote etc…. But I am enjoying this adventure  with Whitney and cannot wait to publish our first book. 🙂
  4. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy?
    Whitney- Plane tickets, not sure to where, but I would definitely travel!
    Wendy- Travel! Anywhere Anyhow
  5. How many close friends do you really have?
    Whitney- Four, and they’re all I need. =)
    Wendy- Close?  None.  I have many friends I love and we do things together but none really know who I am.
  6. Are you a private person or a social butterfly?
    Whitney- I’m a combination of both, I’d say. I love meeting new people and being social, but I also need my time, locked away alone with a book and some quiet.
    Wendy- I would have to say private.
  7. If you are in a crowded room, do you prefer to set with your back to the wall, or will just anywhere do?
    Whitney- I’ll be the person running around everywhere and talking to everyone.
    Wendy- I like to sit where I know I will meet people.  I do enjoy talking to people.  I love to ask and listen to what their lives are about.
  8. If you had a time machine and could travel to any event in history, where would you go?
    Whitney- There are several historical periods I’ve always been interested in. My first reaction is to say the 1920s and 30s. I love the feeling of social revolution that was in the air (especially surrounding the build up to the Spanish Civil War), and the writing, art, etc. of the time (G. Orwell, D. Parker, Picasso, etc.).
    Wendy- I would love to meet Jesus.
  9. What is your favorite song of all time?
    Whitney- It’s hard for me to say, really… I don’t necessarily have a favorite song, but I do love everything by Panic! At the Disco and Fun/ Nate Ruess.
    Wendy-The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.  Sometimes when I feel overwhelmed, I will go into a dark room and this song always comes into my head.
  10. How did you come up with the title of your blog?
    We just loved the sound of Mom and me!
  11. Who is your favorite book character?
    Whitney- Again, this is a hard one to answer! I did love The Hunger Games trilogy (Katniss was pretty hardcore) Game of Thrones (Arya is awesome), and my current favorite is 1984 (Winston isn’t the most interesting of characters, but I really enjoy the book). So, I guess you could say I like characters that tend to go against the norm and question the “system.”
    Wendy- Rhett Butler!  If I was Scarlett I would never of let that man go.

11 Random facts about us… Since there are two of us, we’ll do a few about both of us, and a few about each of us.

Both of us:

  1. We’re both very short and have tiny feet–something we inherited from our Japanese genes.
  2. We both love to travel.
  3. We both own dogs who are adorable.

Whitney:

  1. I speak Spanish fluently (and we’re hoping to publish all of our books/ stories in both English and Spanish).
  2. I’m obsessed with history! Especially Spanish history–Golden Age and Spanish Civil War are my two favorite periods to study.
  3. I’m a teacher- I taught Spanish in the US for two years, and English in Spain for four. Aside from writing, teaching is my passion. Sharing my love for culture and language with my students, and seeing them progress and learn and actually get excited about the subject is wonderful!
  4. I met my husband in Spain. He’s also American and studies Spanish Linguistics. We live in Spain currently and are both working as English teachers.

Wendy:

  1. I am taking Spanish lessons on skype every week.  (My daughter is my teacher and she is tough.)
  2. I am a RN.  Well, I don’t practice anymore but I maintain my license.
  3. I have 4 great kids!  They are doing great in this journey of life and have wonderful spouses.
  4. I have 10 grandchildren and the possibility of more.

AND… Our Questions for our nominees:

  1. What is your favorite genre to read? Why?
  2. Coffee, Tea, or neither?
  3. Are you a dog person or a cat person?
  4. What’s one of the most moving experiences you’ve had?
  5. What makes you whole-heartedly happy?
  6. What book turned you into a “reader”? Or- What book has had the most impact on you?
  7. What is your day like?
  8. Briefly, describe yourself.
  9. Why did you create your blog?
  10. Do you have a suggestion for us fellow bloggers on how to promote our page?
  11. Which tag do you search the most?

Obaachan-Grandmother

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Kiko sat there quietly, silently trying to meditate; her attempts failing.  Taking a deep breath she tried to focus.  Her mind kept racing with thoughts of what lie ahead of her.  Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be leaving Japan.

Today she was saying goodbye to her obaachan–her grandmother.  Continue reading