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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



More from Kathleen Ann Gallagher

A Time for Renewal

Things Happen for a Reason

New Release: Savannah’s Journey by Kathleen Ann Gallagher

Memories on Mother’s Day by V L Locey

From Christina: I am delighted to share a few thoughts from Vickie Locey, one of my favorite goat-herders and authors. OK, so she’s the only goat-herder I know. Let’s not get picky. She’s here today to share a few special memories. Enjoy!

Memories on Mother’s Day

by V. L. Locey

Hi everyone! My name is V.L. Locey, and I’m an erotic romance author. I’d like to thank Christina for allowing me come visit today. You know, sometimes it is the simplest of occurrences that sets off a memory. It seems of late that quite a few things around my house are doing that, and I don`t mind one bit.

The first touch of a remembrance of my mother came when my dad brought me a hyacinth for Easter. Dad loves to gift the ladies in his life with flowers, and since my mom passed over ten years ago, that leaves me as the sole floral recipient. I love getting flowers so both of us are happy when he arrives with a pot of posies in hand.

Hyacinth
Any time I smell hyacinth it takes me back to working in the flower garden with my mother. She loved hyacinth, and her beds were packed with the fragrant bulbs. She put as many as she could in any bed. Under the living room window was her favorite, for when a warm spring wind would blow up, and the window was cracked to let the stale winter air out, the breeze would carry the smell of hyacinth into the room.

I`m trying to keep the beautiful white plant alive as long as I can. It’s now fully open, and my entire kitchen is heady with scent. No artificial air freshener can top it. I can inhale that wonderful fragrance as I write, and be taken back to the springs of yesteryear with just a whiff.

The other tip off to a memory of mom was during a discussion of movies. Sports movies to be precise. The film Brian’s Song was mentioned. I`m not sure if any of you have seen it, but if not, I`ll just say that it`s a tearjerker of a film about two best friends on the same football team. As soon as the movie was mentioned, I was whisked back to when I first saw the film. It was released in 1971, so it probably took a few years to get to television. Maybe I was sixteen at the most.

Anyway, there my mother and I sat, side by side, weeping like a couple of speckled trout over this movie when my father walked in. Of course, he simply could not understand why we were subjecting ourselves to such emotional upheaval. We flat out refused to change the channel or let him do so. So there we sat, crying amid hiccup fits, until the ending credits rolled.

Those are the memories that mean the most to me. The unplanned ones. Those are the ones I plan to revisit on Mother`s Day and every other day throughout the year.

What are your favorite memories from childhood? Are they tied in with smell, taste, or touch? I`d love to hear about them!

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LoceyV.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, comic books, Rangers hockey, 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 NHL goalie, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

She is a self-published and conventionally published author. She is a proud Torquere Press and Secret Cravings Publishing author. When not writing erotic  romance 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.

 

A Note from Christina

Vickie  recently contributed a story to  Seduced by the Gamethe 2014 Cancer Charity Anthology. Like so many others, my family has known the devastation of this disease. My maternal grandmother, my mother, a maternal aunt, and my dear younger sister were all taken by cancer.

Please help in the fight to find a cure! You can purchase the book through Amazon or other online booksellers.

SEDUCED BY THE GAME

 

Winter Memories by Gemma Juliana

 

From Christina: The past week has been miserable for many of us here in the US, with record-setting low temperatures from New England to the south. Today, author Gemma Juliana comments upon our wintry conditions and shares a few of her memories of the season. She shares, too, a delicious recipe! 

 

Winter Memories

by Gemma Juliana

 

Autumn to winter is my favorite time of year. This week, weather is extreme all across the USA, and in general it has been unseasonably cold all season.

One aspect of winter that warms my heart is the cleansing and purifying energy of snow. Not only is it soft on the eye, the silence it creates throws me into an inner, reflective state.

I love taking a brisk walk and seeing my steamy breath materialize on the frigid air, feeling my face freeze, and then walking into our warm, welcoming home with the scents of winter and festive lights (I’m a Christmas lights fanatic and would have the entire house glowing within and without if I could physically accomplish this.) If I prepared a soup or baked before walking, those scents greet me at the door and welcome me home. All of this generates inner contentment and fosters a sense of appreciation for the little things, and the raw beauty of nature.

A mug of hot cocoa in hand, I’ll stare at the lights after everyone else is in bed, and reflect on winters past. So many loved ones are no longer here, but if I just envision the special holidays we shared, I can hear my father’s laughter ripple around me, or see my mom standing in the kitchen cooking. Then there are the ‘old ones’ on the special trips ‘home’ to Ireland. Ancient tables laden with sparkling silver, crystal glasses, and an amazing syphon on the lemonade bottle that I fell in love with when I was ten. All those ancestors are long gone on their journeys to the afterlife. Winter is a fitting time to reflect on those no longer with us, as it is a season of death just before regeneration. Western society isn’t always comfortable contemplating death, but I find that a bit of time reflecting on the role it plays in our natural cycle enriches life.

I’ve been lucky enough to experience both traditional cold winters with snow, bare trees and evergreens, and warm water-skiing winters spent on beaches. My preference is a snowy, cold winter any day.

How about you, what’s your favorite winter memory?

 

Here’s a soup I love to make this time of year. It’s hearty, nourishing and delicious.

 

“CREAMY GREEN SOUP” Serves 4hot-steaming-bowl-of-soup-md

1 tsp olive oil (or other oil)

1 onion, chopped

3 large garlic cloves, minced

½ lb Brussels sprouts quartered

1 can asparagus, drained

4 oz fresh spinach leaves

32 oz vegetable or chicken broth

1/3 cup almond butter

Tbsp Herbs de Provence

Pepper

15 oz can Great Northern beans, drained

 

PREPARATION: In a saucepan, warm oil and add onion, garlic, Brussels Sprouts, herbs and pepper, and let them cook about 10 mins, stirring occasionally. Add broth and let cook ½ hour on med-low heat. Add asparagus and spinach leaves, stir, then put lid on for five minutes so spinach wilts. Finally add almond butter. Use hand held blending stick to reduce soup to a thick liquid consistency. Then I add the beans for a little ‘bite’. Return to simmer until you wish to eat.

NOTE: This is an adaptable soup – you can add other veggies. If you use this mix, though, the color of the soup is an amazing visual bonus. Bon appetit!

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GEMMA JULIANA is a multi-published author who lives in an enchanted cottage in north Texas with her handsome hero, teen son and a comical dog. She loves making new friends and hearing from readers. Exotic coffee and chocolate fuel her creativity.  Her latest release, Christmas Spirits, is a spicy novella set in Ireland. You’ll find it — along with her other titles — at Amazon.com.

 

Winter Memories by Angela K. Roe

From Christina: While winter is not my favorite season, it’s nice to know there are people who truly love this time of year. Today, Angela K. Roe stops by to share some of her childhood memories of winter and growing up on a farm in Iowa. 

Winter Memories

by Angela K. Roe

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Winter is my favorite time of year. I love sweaters, sweatshirts, fluffy mittens and warm scarves. I love the way snow covers my world in a clean, fresh downy white blanket that hides the flaws and softens the sounds of our chaotic days.  I even like the crisp, cold air that invigorates and brightens our cheeks and noses.

 When I was growing up, we lived on a farm in the northeast corner of Iowa. My dad would harness the horses with bridles covered in bells and we would sleigh all around the farm. He’d plow under the vegetable garden, build a frame around with 2×4’s and lay down a thick blanket of plastic before flooding it to create our own ice skating pond. My brothers and I got new ice skates every year and knowing they were under the tree each Christmas did nothing to diminish our joy when we opened them on Christmas morning.

 We had skis, snow shoes and snowmobiles. We impatiently awaited the end of the school day so we could rush home and enjoy our own personal winter wonderland. From sliding off the barn roof and landing in huge piles of snow strategically placed by my dad and brothers, to building elaborate snow forts that we would hose down and allow to freeze overnight, my brothers and I loved winter. That love remains strong today.

 From the first bite in the air to the first Christmas decorations, I love winter.  I listen to the people at work complain about not wanting snow but we all stand at the doors and watch as those flakes fill the air and we’re all smiling. I hear the complaints about not wanting to drive in it and I watch as younger coworkers scrape snow off the cars of their older counterparts. We laugh as we set alarms on our phones to remember to go start the cars five minutes before it’s time to leave so we’re all in toasty warm cars with no ice on the windshields. We run back inside, shaking snow from our hair laughing as we stomp snow from our shoes.

 At home, the dog rolls in the snow at every opportunity. We have Christmas decorations up before nearly everyone else and we leave them up longer than most. We stretch the season out as long as possible because people are friendlier, happier and more caring. From shoveling out neighbors to exchanging home baked treats, from getting extra groceries for a sick friend to buying gifts for the less fortunate, people are kinder.  I love winter.

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 Merry Christmas,

Angela K Roe

Angela“Is there anything better than a sexy man who makes you laugh?” asks Angela. She considers herself blessed to have found such a man and married him — more than twenty years ago. Together they’ve raised a family, watched their children grow, and have shared lots of love and laughter — much of which ends up in Angela’s romance novels. 

You can find Angela — and her books — at Passion on Every Page

Autumn and Childhood by D’Ann Lindun

From Christina: I’d like to welcome author D’Ann Lindun to Time for Love. I loved learning about her childhood in Colorado, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy getting to know D’Ann, too. 

Childhood and fall.

A lot of people probably think of school days, Halloween and the coming winter.

Not me.

Childhood memories of fall bring back one overwhelming memory—hunting camp. My dad was an outfitter. He made his living by packing in and guiding big game hunters in the Colorado Mountains. And we as a family helped him. My mom, me and my two younger sisters.

Photo from: Colorado Outfitters

One day after school, usually on a Friday, Mom would pick us up and we’d go to the barn. My sister Sherry and I would scurry around, catching and tacking up the saddle horses. My dad would load the packhorses with sleeping bags, grub boxes and tents.

The ride into camp was long, and it was cold, weaving high into the mountains, through dark pines and aspens shedding their orange and gold leaves. The scent of leaves on the damp ground and warm horses filled the air. Inevitably, it would be snowing, bitter wind blowing cold flakes into our faces. Our hands and feet felt like blocks of ice no matter how warm the gloves and socks.

Camp was heavy canvas sheepherder tents. The edges flapped in the cold wind, but dad always had a fire going in the camp stoves, and it was cozy inside. The horses were hobbled and the lead mare, Polly, wore a bell around her neck, the sound mournful in the night.

We three sisters snuggled in one sleeping bag with our Australian shepherd, Lobo, on our feet, although he wasn’t supposed to come inside. Dad would be by the door and Mom on the inside, always fretting about bears and other wildlife coming into the tents.

Daylight brought a skiff of snow on the ground and Dad calling the horses. In the clear air, the sound of their hooves across the frozen ground was thrilling. My sister Sherry and I poured grain on the ground for each, caught them and tied them to trees. Dad chopped wood, the sound of his axe splitting wood ringing out. Mom went to the water hole and carried buckets of water to the fire, to heat and do dishes. After two days of stacking wood, setting up cots for the hunters and scouting game, we’d head home.

It’s been more than 30 years since those days, but I can still smell the aspen leaves, see the camp in my mind’s eye and feel the love of a family who worked together every fall.

About D’Ann Lindun

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Author D’Ann Lindun

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!

From Christina: D’Ann loves to hear from readers. You can reach her through email at dldauthor@frontier.net. You’ll also find her blogging at D’Ann Lindun, and on Facebook at DLindunAuthor

Her latest romance, The Cowboy’s Baby, from Crimson Press, is now available at Amazon.