Sunday, May 31, 2020

One Step a a TIme



We worked at the barn yesterday and I got 18,000 steps. Yep, 18,000!!!  My leg issues started last June, so we're heading on a year. It's been six months since my last surgery. And I'm finally getting back to normal (normal being relative LOL).

So it didn't happen overnight. It's felt slow and annoying, not being able to do what I wanted. But each day, I tried to do a tiny bit more. A tiny bit better.

It's a good reminder for life.

My pottery is getting closer to what I want, but that hasn't happened overnight. I get a tiny bit better every time I make something. Although my studio is pretty much perfect! (Thanks to Himself!!)

It was like that with writing, too. Many of my early books are still available, and if you pick one up, I hope you like it. But I also hope you think, man she writes better books now. Over the years, I hope I've gotten a tiny bit better with each sentence, each book, I've written.

Change and growth don't happen in an instant. It take time. Slow and steady.

Speaking of books...I hope you check out the third Hometown Hearts, Homecoming, on Tuesday! And if you missed Crib Notes and A Special Kind of Different, I hope you'll check them out as well!

Holly


Crib Notes, HH #1
Out Now: A Special Kind of Different, HH #2

OUT ON TUESDAY
Preorder: Homecoming, HH #3


Suddenly a Father
Kindle
Kobo
Nook
iBooks

The rest of the Hometown Hearts series will be coming soon.
Something Borrowed, Something Blue and Something Perfect in 2021!


PS and if you're looking for a short read, check out my dog Tallulah's pandemic romance, Quarantine! Okay, so the dog isn't the main character, but please don't tell her that. She thinks she's the star!



Monday, May 25, 2020

Remembering Marge

I wrote this the morning after Marge passed. I've sat on it for a few days, but decided to post it. She deserves to be remembered by more than us. And though she never served in the military, she served in her church and in the school she taught in.

Marge and I had a relationship that always seemed to require an explanation. I was her neighbor, before that I knew her because she was my in-law's neighbor. She was much older than me, but we became friends. Her husband, Elmer, was older than her and he was a handful. When we'd see him climbing up a ladder to clean his gutters, I'd send me son out to help. My son was so sweet as Elmer explained the proper way to clean gutters dozen of times.

We just sort of inadvertently adopted them. When they went to Florida one year and Elmer's health became more precarious, they stayed down there. I talked to Marge every week or so. It became clear that Elmer wasn't going to leave his care center, so they came home to Erie. Elmer moved into a nursing home care unit and Marge moved into an independent apartment in the same building. She spent most of every day with him. But once a week, I'd drive to the other side of town and pick her up. We'd work at cleaning out her house. Her short-term memory was slipping, so sometimes we'd pack up a box and minutes later, go back to check it and repack it. It took the better part of a year to pack up the house in those once-a-week visits. We'd pack an afternoon away, then she'd come next door to dinner. The kids simply accepted Marge was ours and required no explanation.

When Elmer passed, Marge's adoption became even more important. When a doctor or someone who didn't know us assumed I was her daughter or granddaughter, we laughed and I'd explain I was her fungus...she caught me and couldn't get rid of me.

When the minions came along, they went to visit her every week at the nursing home. Sister was the receptionists and they loved high-fiving her. Frankly, they'd high five any resident who came down the hall as we went to Marge's room. They grew up at the nursing home. When Marge's mental status declined further, she needed to a care unit. There is an east side location for the home and we moved her there...within walking distance of my house. It was so much easier to visit more often.  Last summer, the minions would dress up in a superhero costume and climb on their scooters (it's hard to ride a bike with a cape) and we'd go make sure everyone was safe in the home. They felt as if they owned her new home every bit as much as her old home. By now, Marge couldn't tell you our name, but she knew we were hers and she was ours. The minions kept her well stocked with pictures and the occasional sweet treat.

After my surgery, the first place I hobbled to afterwards was to visit Marge. I crutched my way down the hall on Christmas day because no one should be alone on Christmas. No one should not see family. And that's what we were. When PA went into lock-down, we couldn't visit Marge. She was long past the time for phone calls, so I kept tabs on her by talking to the amazing, wonderful staff at the nursing home. They called a week ago to say she was going downhill. They called Friday to say that we could have a compassionate visit. So we gowned and masked up and went to see Marge one last time. I took along cards that the minions had made her. One said I love you, one had Marge, the minion and a robot, and one just had a picture of a minion and Marge. That night, the home called just after midnight to say she'd passed. She was alone and that breaks me heart. In our family, we don't leave loved ones to pass alone. But I hope she knows she wasn't truly alone, because we were family. She was ours and we were hers. I was her fungus...she caught me and I stuck.

I did an interview this week, talking about my Hometown Hearts series. I said that it was like so many of my books, the heart of the stories is family. It's about what makes a family. In the interview, Julie asked about what led me to write so many books with that question...what makes a family? It's because I've learned that family isn't about genetics...it's about love. And Marge was family. She will be missed. She is mourned.

I didn't meet her until later in her life. I knew bits of those years before me. She grew up on a farm, the baby of a big family. She was a second grade teacher at a Catholic school. Religion was very important to her. She met Elmer later in life and they were inseparable. She loved sweets. She was always smiling. She was stubborn as could be, but she was always smiling and laughing as she told you no. She loved the minions. One of my favorite more recent memories was visiting her one day during a wild game of bingo. The minions helped not only Marge but some of the other residents. And they were so very intent on their assisting. When Marge won a round, they gave a hockey-worthy cheer and she let them pick her prize. They agonized over what small decorative pillow she should have. And then the oldest minion took to it her room and told me he put it right in the middle of her bed so she could see her prize.

But I know that pillow wasn't the true prize. Marge was a gift to our family. And she will truly be missed. And though she didn't serve in the military, today seemed like the perfect day to remember her.

And to all those who served, and all those who gave their life to preserve our freedom, thank you. You are remembered and we appreciate you.

Holly






Monday, May 11, 2020

Challenges

My daughter said that she was loving Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist. So, I tried it out (it's on NBC and Hulu) and...I love it. I mean I really love it. I just watched Episode 9. Not just loved it, I wish I wrote it. Sigh.

When I started writing, I wrote romantic comedy. And even at my most zany, I tried to find the heart of the story. People living in my comedies never found their situations funny. Whether they're worrying about going to jail and getting a tattoo (where do you put your prison tattoo that won't wrinkle?) or worrying whether a kiss is a kiss or just mouth-to-mouth, the obstacle was real to them. LOL

 On the surface,  a girl who can hear people singing their heart-truth (her term) sounds silly. But there're so many deeper undercurrents to Zoey's EP. Today's episode dealt with a hearing-impaired character who was struggling to proclaim her independence.

It really hit me.

And I for a moment I wondered why it hit me so hard. I mulled it over and  I realized I wrote that character in A Special Kind of Different's Colm. I've built a career around characters who have a challenge and overcome it. Sometimes a special need, but mainly just life. Originally I helped them meet that challenge through comedy. I've taught a lot of classes on writing comedy and the point I always come back to is comedy and drama are two sides of the same coin. The same situation can be written either way. When I moved on from writing straight up comedy, that relationship between comedy and drama became a balance in my writing. I love when someone tells me a book made them laugh...and cry. (That sounds so mean. LOL)

Writing characters who overcome fascinates me. I think that the gift writing has given me is realizing we all come with challenges. Sometimes those challenges are visible and easy to see, but everyone has something. Fictional and real people. (To be honest, they're all real to me.) And watching them work so hard to overcome their obstacles...that's what keeps me coming back to writing, day after day, year after year.

Check out Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist, and check out my Hometown Heart series. Hopefully both will make you laugh...and maybe cry a bit (no meanness intended LOL).

Holly


On Sale: Crib Notes, HH #1
Out Now: A Special Kind of Different, HH #2
Kobo

Preorder: Homecoming, HH #3
Amazon
iBooks
Nook
Kobo

The rest of the Hometown Hearts series will be coming soon.
Suddenly a Father will be out in September of 2020 and
Something Borrowed, Something Blue and Something Perfect in 2021!


PS and if you're looking for a short read, check out my dog Tallulah's pandemic romance, Quarantine! Okay, so the dog isn't the main character, but please don't tell her that. She thinks she's the star!