19 September 2018

Make Your Own Kind of Music

So I've been feeling nostalgic lately, and I came across this video on YouTube of Cass Elliott (of the Mamas and the Papas) singing "Make Your Own Kind of Music." The woman has a beautiful voice and the sentiment of the song fits well with my mood these days. So ignore the naysayers and do your own thing. Take a moment and listen. Music has a way of moving you like nothing else . . . 

07 September 2018

Vocation Free For Five Days

The Kindle version of Vocation will be free through September 11. This is my second novel and my most personal. Grab your copy here.

13 August 2018

It's Not Easy Being Me

My husband and I are taking an overnight trip, and I booked a room with a bed & breakfast for a one-night stay. The B & B looks absolutely beautiful, but I didn’t want to break the bank, so I booked the least expensive room in the place. Don’t get me wrong. I am not cheap, but a $60 difference in rooms is $60, right?  You can tell the quality of the Manor by the online photos and the 5-star reviews, so even the least expensive room is beautiful.

Now, I’m all happy because it is a large, lovely room on the first floor with breakfast included—a real luxury stay (for us, anyway). And it is close to my birthday, so why not celebrate a little.

Then . . .

I find out the room is handicapped accessible.

Holy cats.

What now?

This whole handicapped-accessible-thing has me worried. What if someone needs the room? I can walk up a flight of stairs. I just chose the least expensive room to save some money. What if we stay there and someone with a walker or cane or wheelchair needs the room, and here we are (my husband and me) staying in the handicapped room. Wouldn’t we look pretty awful? Wouldn’t we BE awful?

What do I do?

So I worry over the whole thing, going back and forth between “what are the chances, someone will need the room” versus “it’s handicapped accessible; isn’t that like parking in a handicapped spot!” Over and over I mull it around in my brain--I mean worrying over it all weekend long.

Finally, I decide to email the proprietor, telling him how I picked the cost-efficient room not realizing it was handicapped accessible, explaining, if he needs the room for another guest, I will gladly (well, maybe not gladly) pay the difference for one of the other rooms.

Do you know what he emails back?

“Thank you. That is very thoughtful, but it gets rented all the time to non-handicapped people. Have a great day!”

So what is the lesson here?

I am a worrier over the craziest things, and it is not easy being me sometimes.