Archive | June 2014

Daddy by Summer Ross

From Christina: You probably know Summer Ross  through her alter ego, Decadent Kane. Today she’s here not to write about elven troubles or other mystical dilemmas, but to pay tribute to a very important man in her life.

Daddy

by Summer Ross

There is a little bit of a hero and a villain in all of us. That’s what my daddy taught me without realizing it. He’s not my biological father, but he is and always will be my daddy. I met him when I was eight years old I think it was, and I didn’t call him daddy then. No he earned that title. If there is one thing I could say without a doubt in my mind, I have no clue what hell hole I might be in if he never would have showed up in our lives.

It takes a hell of a man to walk into a broken family and put them back together while loving children that he didn’t make.

Steve BeadleI’m not going to say all of it was easy, or that he never did anything wrong. Because no matter how much of a hero he was, he was also still a man with flaws. But I learned to see the better part of people because of him. I learned that love could move past arguments, throwing shoes at each other, even mixing two separate families together. The real love, the kind that I have come to see as true love, is the kind of love that doesn’t give up when things get bad.

Looking back, I can see how I searched for a partner who would be, at least in part, the kind of man he was. The kind of person that could see past faults, work through problems, and stick with it until the end. And he did that, every day with me, my little brother, my step sister, my step brother, and my alcoholic mother. He was there, always. And that’s the kind of man I want in my life.

There is one line he always said to us kids whenever something went bad, or we were hurt. “I’ve had worse cuts on my lip and never stopped whistling.” And one of these days a character in my books will say that line.

My daddy’s favorite actor was John Wayne, the old western guy. He’s a bit of a hero and has some villain in him too. I’ve never put much stock in John Wayne, never really asked him why he liked that man so much. I’ve seen a couple of his films. I’ve seen him be a drunk and be a good guy. I’ve seen him be a down right jerk, saying all the wrong things, and still save the girl or the kid. I can appreciate my daddy’s liking of him and if there was ever anything I wanted to tell my daddy, it would be that he’d always be my John Wayne, the one that didn’t just do what he had to do. He stepped up, went above and beyond, and I have the life I have right now because when I was eight years old, a man who sometimes drank too much and sometimes said things that broke my heart walked into my life and changed the world as I knew it in all the best ways.

His name was Steve Beadle.



Look for Decadent Kane at Amazon and other online booksellers. 

 

Decadent Kane

You can also visit her blog.

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Remembering Dad by Kathleen Ann Gallagher

From Christina: When I first learned that Kathleen Ann Gallagher’s father was a professional magician…well, I know envy is wrong, but, yep, I was a tad bit envious. I’ve always loved magic shows, and the thought of having a magical father makes me a bit giddy.  I asked Kathleen if she’d share him with  us for Father’s Day.  I’m so glad she accepted the invitation.

Remembering Dad

~ By Kathleen Ann Gallagher ~

Magical FatherMy father was a wonderful man and an inspiration to me. He was a talented and unique individual, and he taught me to pursue the things I wanted in life with passion. Dad was a professional magician, a hypnotist, and a tap dancer. His goal was to help people forget about their troubles and escape into the fascinating world of magic. On occasion he’d let me help out in the show. My favorite part of the act was when he made a woman float in mid-air. Once I got to be his assistant, and it was awesome. Most of the time I helped set up the stage and assisted in the care of his beautiful white doves. Obstacles didn’t discourage him. He’d come up with a plan and always see the bright side of things. His positive outlook on life was contagious, and I try to remember his fighting spirit during times of stress. Dad’s kindness and generosity showed in everything he did. If someone needed a shoulder to lean on, he’d be there for them. I remember the day a friend confined in him about his fear of having dental work. My dad accompanied the man to the dentist and offered support in his time of need. He used hypnosis and positive affirmations to help him relax. Father’s Day is a time to pay tribute to the many giving and loving fathers in our lives. Even though my dad is no longer with me, I’ll never forget his smile and the sound of his laughter. His zest for life and desire to entertain will forever live on in my heart, and it helps remind me to never give up on my dreams. Thank you, Dad!



KathleenKathleen lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two dogs. She’s a registered nurse who works in an emergency room. Writing has been her passion since she was a young girl. Contemporary and paranormal romance are her favorites. She has three adult children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, sipping iced tea, dreaming up her next romance novel.

Find Kathleen online at: Kathleen’s Place to Reflect



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Lessons from a Feral Cat Father

From Christina: It’s my pleasure (I think) to have Liza O’Connor as a special guest today as part of a Father’s Day weekend celebration.  She’s here to tell us about her “feral father”.  Enjoy!


Liza O’Connor—Yes, I was raised by feral cats.

Feral Cat Dad

However, I loved my Feral Dad Cat (FDC) and wish to share a few valuable lessons I learned from him:

1) There’s no shame in frugality

My dad was the cheapest cat I ever knew. He’d buy large bags of bread, past the expiration date, meant to be sold as chicken food. To ensure humans didn’t buy it for consumption, someone would jab their hand in the middle of each loaf. While Dad once retrieved a partially eaten grapefruit from the trash and made me scrape all the flesh out better, thankfully, he allowed me to toss out the bread slices that had been finger stabbed. Even feral cats have their limits of cheapness.

2) Expect to work for anything you get and value what you earn.

Like all small children wandering through a store full of toys or candy, I would ask my feral cat if I could have something. He’d say ‘not unless you have the money to buy it.” That would provoke me to follow behind him saying ‘cheap, cheap, cheap’ like a baby chick. You might think it unsafe for a baby chick to taunt a feral cat, but he just laughed at me. However, I NEVER got the item I asked for.

Finally, after six months of chirping, I took his advice and asked for a job. He grew flowers for a living and it turns out even tiny children can carry small potted plants from one place to another. (I was paid a penny for relocating a pot to wherever my dad or grandmother said to put it.) Trudging through a hot humid greenhouse during summers was hard work. I soon learned that money could be had, but it didn’t come easy, and thus I became very selective on what I bought with my money.

3) Love can be said without words

My Dad Cat worked all the time, but since he worked ‘at home’ in the green houses, when I tired of carting pots, I would crawl upon his big foot and wrap myself around his leg and let him cart me about while I bonded with his ankle. He soon nicknamed me ‘Bug’. When I challenged my new name, he said it was short for ‘Sweet potato bug”. I loved sweet potatoes, so I became ‘Bug’. Even as an adult, he called me that. It was his way of saying he loved me. Because, let’s be frank, you have to truly love a person to let them sit on your foot while you drag them about as you try to do your work.

4) Be adventurous and brave

My feral dad cat had no sense of safety precautions. NONE. He once let me climb into the bucket of his tractor so he could carry me about. (I had gotten too old for his foot; I was about twelve). I get in the bucket, he says something, but I can’t hear him over the noisy tractor. So I look over the top to ask him what he said—just as he raised the bucket. Split my chin wide open. BTW: He’d tried to tell me to hold on tight because if I fell out of the bucket, he wouldn’t know and I’d be run over. (And still he was going to let me do this.)

He once had me walk the 6” beam across the top of the green house, dragging along thin rope, so he could attach it to the heavy plastics and pull it over the beams, creating a new roof for the greenhouse. If I had fallen, it would have been a 30’ drop.

Each summer we would go to Buffalo River. We couldn’t afford a raft, so, he taught us to ‘walk the rocks’ in the rapids. (You keep your feet out in front and walk over the rocks you meet as the water rushes you downstream.)

Having survived these adventures, I learned not to fear danger, which explains why I kayak, raft, fly planes, hand-glide, sky-dive, scuba dive, shark dive etc.

Love you, Feral Dad Cat from your kitten, Liza

These are just a few things my feral cat dad taught me. I could go on for pages. Yes, he was a flawed parent, but you don’t have to be perfect to be greatly loved by your kittens. You just have to love them and give them moments of happiness. And that he did.

Love you feral Dad Cat!

 

 

 

 

 

 



Having been raised by feral cats, Liza is a certifiable nut.  She has no manners, loves to make people laugh, and works very hard to make you laugh.

You can find her books at Amazon.



 

Liza O’Connor was recently featured in an Author “Quick Chat” at ABC Author Book Chat.  Check it out!

Author Quick Chat – Liza O’Connor

Father’s Day Ideas by A J Best

From Christina: Next weekend we’ll be celebrating Father’s Day. My husband already has his present — the old weed-eater broke, so I convinced him he needed a new one.  Of course, I’ll give him a lovely card, too, along with a special treat. Cream puffs. He loves them. 

Author A J Best is here today to share a few ideas to help you make your Father’s Day special.

 

Father’s Day Ideas

by A J Best

Father’s Day is just around the corner. My relationship with my father was never one where I made something for him, or even bought him something. And now that I’m getting older and I see how I want my kids to treat their father, it saddens me that I don’t have the experience to help them make something spectacular for their dad. And knowing their dad, spectacular meant that they remembered Father’s Day to begin with.

So, without the worldly experience behind me I did what any normal human would do, I Googled it. I think I found the perfect thing for at least the 10 year old to do. Check this out:

Father's Day

 

I borrowed the picture and the idea from this blog: A Day In My Life.

She really does have some great ideas. Even if you don’t have the best relationship with your dad, I suggest using tips from others to make sure your kids have memories to share with theirs.



 

A J Best is a frequent contributor to Time for Love.  Visit her at her blog: A J Best Writes.

June is National Scoliosis Awareness Month

Scoliosis Awareness Month

by Vicki Locey

Sometimes grandmothers are seers and don`t even know it.

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The other day my daughter, who is now eighteen and recently graduated from high school, had a hankering to watch some old home videos. She does this periodically, and her dad and I are always happy to sit and watch the days gone by. In one video, when she was perhaps five, the camera is fixed on her walking towards us. My mother-in-law can be heard jokingly calling, “You keep walking on this side hill, you`ll end up with one leg longer than the other.”

After hearing that my daughter looked at us dumbstruck. We looked at her, our mouths agape.

Who knew. That is exactly what happened. Of course, it wasn`t the hill that we live on that made my daughter`s right leg a quarter of an inch shorter than her left. It was simply the way her skeleton developed. Sadly, the uneven legs have thrown her hips out of alignment, and have given her a slight case of scoliosis. Her curvature of the spine was detected when she was young, and after several trips to a highly respected pediatric orthopedic surgeon in our area, she was lucky enough to not require a back brace.

She does require a lift in one shoe, and will for the remainder of her life. The scoliosis nags at her sometimes, as does the uneven hip, making standing for long periods of time extremely uncomfortable. Running in gym was especially difficult, often leaving her in pain for days afterwards. We were lucky to find a superb chiropractor nearby who has helped her tremendously by not only working on her back, but by teaching her exercises to help strengthen her back while helping to alleviate some of the pain of her curved spine.

We are quite thankful that her condition is a mild one. Even with such a slight curvature, she will always suffer from the condition, and her life will be compromised to some extent. June is National Scoliosis Awareness Month. I know firsthand how this disease can hamper, and sometimes cripple, a person and their dreams. Please, make sure to have your children checked early, help educate your community about how prevalent scoliosis is, and if possible, donate what you can to scoliosis research. Perhaps someday we can supply quality care for all victims of spinal deformity.

V.L. Locey

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Scoliosis Research Society – National Awareness Month



 

Vicki V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers hockey,  comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie,  a pig named after a famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

V.L. is a self-published and conventionally published author. She is a proud Torquere Press and Secret Cravings Publishing author. When not writing romantic tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.

 

More from Vickie:  Quick Chat at ABC – Author Book Chat