Wednesday words


It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

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You’ve been married how long????


29 years ago today my husband and I were married. When the kids my husband work with found out how long we’ve been married the reaction is universally the same. “to the same person?”

Yes to the same person. They act like it’s a rarity and I got to thinking, is it?
I don’t know.
Between my husband and I there are 9 siblings and only two are divorced, Everyone else is married almost as long if not longer than us. His parents were married for 56 years when my father in law died. my dad was married 3 times for 19, 16 and 20 years respectively. The first two wifes died before he did the third one is still living.
Both our grandparents were married until they died. usually 50 plus years,
So is it genetic? I don’t think so. I think it’s just good examples that and in my case anyway, I married my best friend.

I will leave you with what I think is the best definition of a good marriage. it was given to my by my Nana MacCormack, my dad’s mother. She told me that she had been married to my grandfather for over 50 years. There were days he was wishing she was in hell and there were days she was wishing he was in hell. However they were still the best years of her life.
Works for me Nana.

I have a little secret


And I’m sure I am not the only one. It’s a habit I’ve had since I was a teenager. Something only another person who indulges can understand.
What is that secret?

I have been known to read the end of a book first.
I can hear the gnashing of teeth now, How can you? You ruin the story that way.Why even bother reading the book then

Hear me out.

I read the last few pages to make sure the story ends the way I want it to end.
Yes in romances I know it will end happily ever after. Most of those are the ones I do not usually read the end first. Unless i am unsure who the heroine will end up with in the end.
Mysteries, I read the end to find out who did it.
It doesn’t ruin the book for me, not at all.
If anything it helps me with my reading. My reading time, like most writers has been cut down. Usually by deadlines.
However i have discovered one thing, The best writers, the ones I come back to time and again are the ones who keep me reading. Even when I know how it ends.

The writing is so good, the characterization , the story draws me in and makes me care, and I keep on reading.

I just hope I can do the same with my own writing…

Let Freedom Ring!


Happy Fourth of July!
I have found sometimes it is people who were not born here, who teach me the most about our country. How precious are those three wonderful words LIFE,LIBERTY and THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.
A few years ago we were lucky enough to attend the ceremony where a friend of ours became a U.S. Citizen. He was a refuge from Rwanda who had been a major executive there and spent time in a camp before finally coming to the U.S. and to Arizona. The ceremony was full of people of all ages and from several countries and each told the story of their journey to citizenship. Many of them were thrilled to finally be able to participate in our system and to vote for the first time.
A while back we had a chance to travel to Eastern Europe , we went to Poland, Bratislava, and Prague. In Each place we had a chance to either stay with or spend time with people who had lived through, Hitler, Communism and now Democracy. They told us stories of hiding neighbors from the Nazi’s knowing if they were found they would be shot. Of neighbors who had met that horrible fate. Of the thinks they had to endure during communism just to survive. Of the major party member who know worked as a security guard in the university where this friend teaches. In Bratislava we came across statue helped them to never forget some of the things that happened under communism. It was a statue of a man peeking out of a manhole. He looked like any worker checking on the electrical or gas lines. What he really was checking on was his neighbors, looking to see if there was anything suspicious he could report back to party leaders.
So on this day when we celebrate our freedoms with family, friends, and fireworks. I’ll also celebrate these people who help me realize something. It may not be the best, it certainly isn’t perfect but I’m still damn lucky to live here.