I had the happy opportunity…

to spend the evening with two people I love. Life is a series of maps, I believe, and navigation isn’t as easy as most people believe it to be.  What I’ve come to find is I need a sextant to guide me…a navigational tool which uses the horizon as it’s a part of the process of guiding a ship to port.

It’s my hope everyone finds someone to help them keep their ship on course and return to the safe waters of their home port.  The sea can be turbulent when one tries to navigate alone, so seek out the people and things that keep you on your course.  We all deserve happiness.  It even says so in the Constitution!

Coming soon…

My second book in The Cowboys of Katydid Farm series will publish on May 1!

About “Loving the Lawyer”:

Mickey moved to Holloway, Virginia, to work at Katydid Farm.  From the day he arrived, the family treated him as one of their own, even inviting him to live at the farm house when his only option was sleeping in his old truck.  Josh and Katie Simmons, along with their nephew, Tim Moran, made Mickey feel as if he’d finally been accepted and loved for the man he’d become, unlike the things that happened within his own family.

He didn’t dwell on his unhappy past or his surprising break-up from a younger man who didn’t do him the courtesy of saying goodbye…of saying anything at all.  Jackie simply walked away and never looked back.  Mickey, however, tried not to be bitter about the events from his past which had broken his heart, instead choosing to look forward to the future with as much optimism as he could muster, and hope…he hoped it included the love of someone special, even holding out hope for the “more” he saw between Tim and Matt.  He almost gave up before he met…The Lawyer.

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Jon was his parents’ son in every aspect of his life…family law attorney, like his father; empathetic defender of the underdog, like his mother; and loyal friend and supporter, like both of his parents.  The path he was on dictated he marry his best friend, Audrey, and start popping out the two-point-five kids expected of them by both sets of parents, who also happened to be best friends.

The glitch in the plan was Jon’s closeted status, along with his basic cowardice to explain the situation to his parents because seeing the disappointment on their faces and possibly breaking their hearts had never been part of the plan.  In order to maintain his cover, he and Audrey continued to live the lie in front of the families while behind their backs, Jon hooked up with guys while Audrey hooked up with girls.

Jon wasn’t looking for a relationship, and he swore off younger men completely based on having hooked up with his fair share of them during his clubbing days.  Unfortunately, Jon’s libido didn’t get the memo when he met a tall, good-looking cowboy who worked for one of his clients.  The guy wasn’t his type in any way Jon could imagine, but there was something about him and Jon couldn’t stay away.

I hope you’ll check it out!!



Everybody wants a pill for something…

I watch too much television, I guess, because every other commercial is trying to get me to take a pill to lose weight, grow thicker hair, have wild monkey sex for days, or sleep so soundly that when I wake up fat, bald, and sexually unsatisfied, it won’t matter because I’m refreshed.

If I could invent a pill it would be directed at people with power so they could look one year into the future and see the results of their actions before they actually make those decisions.  For instance, if the people who make the decisions to infringe on our human rights could see the impact of taking away or worsening our health care, defunding programs originally established to provide support for those who need it most, or repealing laws to protect those who don’t have a strong voice in the government but are trying to gain recognition for their existence, would they still make those decisions?

Would they vote to repeal the closest thing we have to ‘healthcare for all’ if they saw the frozen bodies of an elderly couple living in an unheated storage unit because the price of their medications prohibited them from maintaining a warm place to live and three meals a day versus suffering in pain and sickness because they didn’t have adequate prescription coverage and the pharmaceutical companies go unchecked when they hike the price of medicine to feed their profits?  Show me a pharma CEO who lives in a home smaller than fifteen-thousand, square feet and I’ll show you the best hologram since the one of Michael Jackson on an awards show several years back.

Would they maybe think twice about defunding non-profit agencies for women’s healthcare when they see a young woman of twenty-seven dying in a hospital bed because she didn’t have insurance to go to a doctor to find out the lump under her arm wasn’t just an infected hair follicle.  Her body had been invaded by cancer in her breast that was left unchecked and had spread to her lymph nodes?

Would they make alternative decisions so a transgendered girl is protected from harassment of a verbal and physical nature when she is walking home from the bus stop or  a transgendered boy wouldn’t be arrested when he is seen coming out of the men’s restroom at the mall?

Some would say I’m just another ‘bleeding heart’ liberal, but if having compassion for those who just need a hand up to help them to a more level playing field qualifies me as having a bleeding heart?  I’ll buy that t-shirt and wear it with pride.  I keep looking for the news alert I missed wherein empathy became a dirty word.  If you’ve seen that story on the news, fake or otherwise, please advise.

To my friends in other countries where the citizens well-being is valued more than corporate net profits, I salute you.  It might not be perfect, but then again, you’re not keeping people seeking refuge from tyranny out because of the color of their skin or the higher power they worship.



(Now, off the soapbox!)