Too many books to count…

Hi guys! Yes, I’ve read a TON of books over the last few months, and I’m here to list a few of my favorites!

I loved The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. It was sweet, sad, a bit mysterious, and made me want to see the movie, which turned out to be just as awesome by the way. With a cast like Dakota Fanning, Queen Latifah, Jennifer Hudson and Alicia Keys, we could hardly go wrong.

Kathleen Glasgow’s How to Make Friends With the Dark was another gut-wrenching, wounded child story like her first novel Girl in Pieces. I adored them both equally.

I am currently reading The Farm by Emily McKay. A story of twin sisters living in a future dystopian world where Ticks (vampires) rule and people are being farmed for their blood. It doesn’t seem to be a cliche vampire book, but I’m only in a few chapters. So far I’m all about it (because vampires…duh) and can’t wait to find out more!

Have a wonderful day and a beautiful Spring! It needs to hurry up and get here!the farm

Where’d the lake go?

My husband and I took a road trip up to a lake we’ve visited dozens of times in the summer. Pinecrest lake is one of our favorite day-trip destinations because it’s an easy drive and is only a little over an hour away from home. I hadn’t seen snow in years, and even though I despise the cold, I really thought it might be a fun place to take some pretty pictures and get a heavy dose of some fresh mountain air and maybe grab some lunch at the Steam Donkey. Well…

As we parked in a COMPLETELY empty parking lot and started walking toward the lake, my husband said, “Wow, it looks really low.” As we got closer the only word we could muster at this point was WOWWWW, because that sucker was empty (with the exception of the water around the bend near the dam)! Now call me crazy or just misinformed, but whenever I saw pictures of the lake in winter, there was usually just a bunch of snow in the background, so I thought it was that blanketing an iced-over lake! Dumb me. Most of the water is emptied on the dam side to provide room for the spring snow melt. What a thought! But it sure does make sense.

To us, this was an anomaly, so we marched our butts straight out to the middle of the big muddy circle filled with tree stumps. I’m not gonna lie, I did watch for cool items in the dirt, like maybe a pair of Gucci sunglasses or a hundred dollar bill (wink wink). To see the last log of the string of logs my kids loved to tightrope-walk on resting on dirt was super cool. To sit on the rock that’s usually submerged beneath several feet of water was amazing! It’s the little things, right? I dig this kinda stuff. Sadly, the Steam Donkey was closed (because empty parking lot, so another duh moment for me) but we made it home in time for a little Judge Judy and homemade tacos on a nice cozy couch. On a scale from 1 to 10, our day was most definitely a 22.

This entry was posted on January 29, 2020. 2 Comments

A Million Little Stars

Happy New Year! It’s been one heckuva holiday! First it was busy busy busy, then it all came to a screeching dead halt! I am so glad it’s over, but I have to admit I love the craziness as much as I love the quiet! And getting a new book ready for publishing during the busiest time of the year was not the business! But it’s done, and with a giant WHEW, I introduce to you A Million Little Stars…

Bella and her brother have been living under the tyrannical thumb of their overbearing, Ice Queen Bee grandmother. There’s no escaping her impossible standards, in fact Bella can’t seem to do anything right. She cleans and cooks and attends church without missing a beat. But it’s just never enough. Her only escape is to defy the rules of the house by sneaking out and worshiping things that don’t pass judgement on the way she dresses or the way she wears her hair. She builds things in the darkness that bring light to a world filled with corruption and unkindness; constellations of stars made out of tiny white Christmas lights. Creating visual dreams and moon-dancing are the only things keeping her head above the waterline. Old ghosts are moving in fast, and they’re ready to drag her under.

She skirts into church late one morning. There’s only one seat available in the back, next to a stranger smelling like Versace cologne and leather. What happens next is beyond anything she ever felt worthy of. But he’s also hiding a few secrets beneath that sexy bomber jacket splayed over his lap. He’s a bomb. But so is she. A match made in Heaven.

 

 

 

Look what’s on deck!

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I have a little surprise for you! It’s something I’ve been working on since last fall.

Bella Ellery lives under the strict tyrannical thumb of her ultra-religious, narrow-minded grandmother. And she needs a titillating distraction. When she meets Cooper Wilde in church and then reconnects with him at the fair, she quickly learns that her grandmother’s rules were meant to be broken, and that there wasn’t anything on God’s green Earth that could darken her love for him. Until he completely blows up her life in a way only hot boys wearing bomber jackets can.

Try this little grenade on for size;

When his lips touched mine, my heart exploded in an atomic detonation that burned through my many layers of complicated psyche like a furious, blazing comet. The carousel circled on, unknowing of the supernova of stars it was leaving in its wake. There could be no other universe than this.

A Million Little Stars by Ellen Cummins

Coming soon!

 

 

Please come find me and fly.

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Chloe has had it rough. Shiloh has some secrets. Fate has something up her sneaky little sleeve to make life easier for the both of them. But things don’t go exactly as planned.

Enter an abandoned butterfly garden that needs tending. Chloe needs a distraction and a reason to get out of bed in the morning. They are a perfect pair. With the help of a salty-but-sweet aged fisherman, she learns more about the world than any life-lesson could ever teach her.

Butterfly Ruins is not your run-of-the-mill romance. It’s a story about deep pain and dark secrets and the bumpy road to finding personal resolve. But I believe love and friendship can conquer many demons.

Take a ride with me to the lake where this beautiful love story begins, and maybe you can learn how to unfurl the wings that have been hiding behind your own fear.

Close Calls and Perennials

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This time of year always gets me right in the feels. If you know me, I hate being cold, and there’s nothing I love more than sunshine and the sweet smell of blossoms blooming in the orchards nearby (so sorry to those who have allergies). One of my favorite things to do is tromp on down to Home Depot and load my basket with flowers (and succulents) to beautify my little patio. I usually attempt a tiny tomato garden but have relinquished that planter to my daughter who has become a succulent specialist with an eye for whimsical and imaginative arrangements. I will dearly miss my three home-grown tomatoes, though.

This year, I have an extra special reason to get emotional when I see all that spring has to offer. My husband is here. I nearly lost him one year ago on April 17th.

I was at work and got an overhead page that I had a phone-call, something that never happens. Usually my family waits until I’m on break to ask me a question. I knew something was wrong.

I picked up the phone and heard my daughter’s rattled voice. “Mom, you need to leave work. Dad’s having chest pain and we’re at the hospital.”

All I remember was grabbing my purse and running through the store, out the door, and to my car. All the while praying “don’t die, don’t die.” I don’t even remember the drive to the hospital, only my thoughts.

My husband was a fourth-degree black belt. He worked out, had a vigorous job, his weight was right on target, he was only 47 years old! How could this be happening? I’ll tell you how. Cigarettes and stress. And quite possibly chocolate (and beef but he won’t admit it). Maybe heredity too.

Luckily, by the time I arrived at the hospital, he’d already been taken back. My daughter (and somebody else, my memory is spotty) ushered me to his room. There were people all around him, lines hooked up to this and that, he was bare-chested and bright red. He was writhing in pain—and that scared the bejesus outta me. He’s usually one tough cookie. Unless he has a cold…

I tried to calm him down. “Babe, I’m here,” I said, caressing his arm and saying something completely out of the realm of a thing you’d say to a man having a heart attack. “You look sexy.” I declared. But he didn’t see the humor.

This is where it gets nuts. The nurses swooped in and wheeled him away, leaving me standing there with my girls. They had to clear that widow-maker now.

The waiting game sucks, doesn’t it? I mean, nine people staring at the walls and each other—the hands of time couldn’t slog along any slower. But these people are the breath of my body! And their support means everything to me. (thanks again, guys, so much) And when those big double-doors finally swung open and the doctor stood there like a statue saying “come with me, please” stone faced and somber, it was like walking the green mile to a slow and painful death-by-oh-my-God-this-hall-is-long. But he had good news for us. He was able to clear that nasty 100% blockage and put in a stint, thank God, with minimal damage to the heart.

So here’s the moral of the story. Quit smoking now. Eat right, exercise, and you know the rest. Most importantly, love your family with all you have. And if you choose to not do what’s good for your body and mind, make the most of your life and leave a beautiful mark on this world. It’s not perfect, but it’s all we have. I choose to leave a legacy of kindness and glitter and lots and lots of color and laughter. Be a flower in a sea of thorns.

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This entry was posted on March 18, 2018. 3 Comments