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Nursing Student

Meet Jenna, the bright -eyed, bushy pony-tailed, twenty year old about to embark on the journey of a lifetime, Nursing School. The hard work she will endure, the challenges she will face, the patients she will care for and the friendships she will make will surly shape who she is for the rest of her life. And with a little guiding help from the nurse who started it all Florence Nightingale, maybe just maybe Jenna can make it through Nursing School.

Novel in the works working titles: The Nightingale student or Diaries of a Nursing Student

Dobar ŽIVOT = Good Life

A little poem of sorts to add to the memories of being in Serbia last fall. I can’t wait to go back.

S is for Slatko “sweets” and Šlivovica

E is for everybody Eating, eating, eating

R is for Rich lands for growing

B is for Bačka and Banat Regions

I is for International Influences

A is for Serbia’s Abundant history



Saturday, AUGUST 9TH

Hello ALL, for those of you who have not been following me on Facebook and Twitter these last few weeks, I want to make known that the Hanover Writers Club is having a BOOK Festival. It is at the Liberty Christian Center from 10-2 in Mechanicsville Virginia. There will be a number of authors there from all over Virginia with their books hoping to meet you!

I will be there with my book Feel Free to Fly, and my newest accomplishment, Sharie’s New Friend. I am very excited to have another book to call my own after all these years. I also would like to make the promise of many more to come. I’ve said it-Write here-Right Now 😉 Also joining me will be Aaron Angus, the genius illustrator of this children’s book who made Sharie, and Amber turtle come to life on the pages of the book. Come visit us and we will happily sign your copy.

Hanover Book Festival August 9th



Alien pups & Cloaking devices

I recently heard the story of Gigi, a young pup from another planet who traveled to earth on a spaceship disguised as a tree stump. This sounded peculiar to me because it sounds as if my puppies have arrived the same way. I found them at the end of my street near a very out of place tree stump in the middle of the road. Where did these puppies come from? And are they from the same planet as Gigi? Here is a little excerpt from Gigi’s tale.


“Gigi was a young pup but she already knew at 4 weeks old she wanted to see the universe.

All alien pups get to travel at 8 weeks old, but Gigi couldn’t wait.

In the middle of the night while her mother and siblings were asleep, Gigi boarded the family’s spaceship.

She used her paw to start it up and make her selection.

Gigi was going to Planet  Earth.

From the map it looked like a nice planet with land and water.

And her mother told her stories of when she had went there when she was younger.

Earth was full of people and dogs.

All sorts of dogs from all sorts of backgrounds.

Some native to the Planet Earth, others aliens like she.

Gigi didn’t forget to press the cloaking button after starting up the spaceship.

She knew this was important.

The cloaking button turned the spaceship into something else.

Her family spaceship turned into a large tree stump…”


Writing more in 2014

One of my goals this year in 2014 is not only to write more but also to write more for my blog/site. I’ve had it for a few years now and there have been periods of time which I neglected it. That is all about to change. I have some fresh ideas for, some of which branch out to more than just books. I am super excited and hope you all will stay tuned. Pay attention to my NEW Categories on the right hand side which include Envy, Fandom, Wine Lover & Movie Mania. Glad you dropped in for a visit!


Wine Wednesdays

To kick off Wine Wednesdays I would like to share my history with wine. At the ripe age of 21, I fancied visiting wineries here in the Central Virginia area. If you don’t already know, there are many. You can hardly leave one before stumbling upon another. The rich Virginia soil and the humid climate makes for growing some of the best grapes in the world. (Virginia Wine Lovers Magazine’s words not mine alone.) Unfortunately I am not forever 21 but I hope I am something like wine and get better with age. Over these last few years I have tasted wine at 30 plus wineries in Virginia, North Carolina, and Michigan. Wine festivals are my ideal kind, where I can explore familiar favorites along with new varietals. While in Serbia this fall I attended the Grozdjebal 2013 (Grape Festival) and had the opportunity to try many wines from native Serbia, Croatia and Germany. That being said, I’d like to think I’m on my way to becoming a wine connoisseur. If you have a passion for wine keep visiting on Wednesdays for a wine tasting review. And who knows maybe there is a book about wine in the future?


It’s my 1/2 birthday!

Ever since I had to wait to be 15 and 6 months to get my driving learners permit, February 16th has been a day of celebration. It is my half birthday, and I dote on it every year. Come to think of it, the 18th is special to me also. February 18th is the day my book, Feel Free to Fly was released. So in honor of my novella being out for 6 years now, if you haven’t already purchased a copy it is not too late!

If you feel like celebrating with me, gifts are always appreciated. For my half birthday I would adore one of the following:

Or of course I could always wait for my true birthday which is August 16th 😉 

Do any of you celebrate your half birthdays???




New Children’s Story

The idea for Sharie’s New Friend, my new children’s book-to-be, started with a walk to the park and my own love for turtles. I have had thoughts on writing a children’s book before but never so strong as when I met Amber Turtle. I saved her from a busy road in Alexandria, Virginia and returned her to her pond from whence she came. I remember as a child always wanting to bring home the creatures I found and keep them as my own. Actually, I think I did once or twice which never turned out the way I imagined. Never the less, the story of Amber needed to be told and how she met a little girl named Sharie. Sharie wanted to bring Amber home with her but instead learned that Amber needed to remain in her own habitat with her own family.



My good friend and artist of many hats, Aaron Angus is currently working on illustrations to go along with the story. Since I am terrible at drawing anything other than stick figures, he is in charge in making my text come alive with story pictures. I am thrilled at how they are turning out and hope that you all can read Sharie’s New Friend  by this Summer!



What is of value

Being a nurse I have the opportunity to care for those from all walks of life. Recently, I had the pleasure to care for a homeless woman. She was out of a home yes, but she took care of herself as best as she could. It would seem even better than most I care for these days during these tough times. She was feeling better but the course of her treatment wasn’t complete as of yet and she wasn’t going to be discharged for another couple of days. Everyone who came in to speak with her from doctors to case worker heard an earful about her belongings. These got left behind when the ambulance brought her in for medical attention. She was oriented but anxious and frantic over her missing things. The case worker got right on it making phone calls trying to locate this woman’s belongings. They were her only possessions and her whole world. After a couple days of phone tag with the church where the woman was staying, and the lady herself pleading with patient care techs and nursing students to find her things, her luggage was then delivered to us. She was as happy as could be to have what belonged to her. I couldn’t help but wonder what was so valuable? She seemed physically distressed not having her bags. Then she told me, she now had her research and manuscript back in her hands and she could work on her book. Oh how I really understood and could empathize with what she was going through while her notebooks, scraps of paper and napkins were missing. This has happened to me, and its devastating. She went on to share with me her research and what she was writing about. And as she spoke so passionately about her story and her dreams there was no doubt that I would read her published work some day.


Said & Done

The Hanover Book Festival was one month ago today. It was a successful festival for my writers group and other local authors in the area. It was so much fun I can’t believe it already came and went. Everyone keeps asking me when my next book will come out and I haven’t the slightest idea. To write a novel you need structure, a combination of time and organization. Inspiration flows at me from every direction so I am not in need of that but another thing I lack along with structure is consistency. I find it difficult at times to stick to one story. So here I find myself with numerous stories begun and abandoned.

I came across this witty poem about writing recently and I am taking it to heart. Otherwise I’d feel guilty about not writing. Enjoy the poem and I will get around to sharing photos from the festival at some point in time 🙂

So You Want to Be a Writer
By Charles Bukowski

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.