07 June 2017

Aw... shucks.

Hearing nice things said about your book(s) from an uninterested party pretty much makes the world go 'round. I mean, my mother always gushes about my creations, but she's supposed to, right?

Imagine my pleasant shock and surprise when I see my titles show up on stranger's blogs, websites, or mentioned in articles.

For the military family - the boots books series:

A deployment book for Daddies to read to their child(ren)..
12 Veterans Day Books for Kids features none other than the above favorite, Daddy's Boots.

Daddy's Boots is included in the top five "best books for military kids to help them THRIVE within this military life..."

A book to address anxiety when Daddy's headed home.

Operation We Are Here gives a shout-out to Daddy's Boots and But...What If? in their article, Books for military children with a deployed father.

Another article, 9 Books to Help Military Children lists But...What If?, and says about it, "Homecomings are often – and for good reason – painted in a celebratory light. In this book, however, the author highlights some of the worries children might experience and be hesitant to voice as deployments come to an end. This is a great book to begin exploring feelings and expectations as homecoming day approaches."

A book to address anxiety when Momma's headed home.

...And the list is growing. 

Another of my books that makes the headlines(ish) is Pickysaurus Mac. Proud of this little book, too, I am. It's given practically dozens of individuals with Sensory Processing Disorder a book to call his or her own.

An awesome review by Growing Book by Book on Pickysaurus Mac states, "...is one of very few books I could find that addresses the sensory challenges that some children deal with at mealtime."

And another from Eyas Landing: "This clever book encourages children to experience new textures in a safe, unenforced environment that increases sensory tolerance and lets them know that other kids share the same discomfort with food."

Mac can't find anything to eat to save his life.

Though, I'd be remiss if I failed to mention Mac's friend, Brooke, and her icky picky sister - a newer addition to my family of books. So new, in fact, nothing has been written on or about it (or I'd have added it)... pretty sure only my mother has purchased it to date. But, that's okay.  

Add it to your wish list today!

There you have it. Endorsements from people I don't know who don't know me. It gives this author a great deal of encouragement, I can attest to that. I appreciate every shout-out. 

Thanks for reading.

Enjoy & In Joy

24 May 2017

Lo & Behold

I was scanning today's paper and noticed an article on Domestic Violence.

Now, I don't consider myself a victim of anything - much less DV... but the article was interesting and kinda opened my eyes. 

What are the signs, you ask? Allow me to share:

1. Dominance ~ Abusers need to feel they're in charge of the relationship. They'll make the decisions for you (and the family). An abuser may treat you like a servant or possession.

2. Humiliation ~ An abuser will do anything possible to make you feel bad about yourself. They may think if you feel useless to others you'll not leave them. They may insult you, call you names, and embarrass you in public or at home.

3. Isolation ~ An abuser will make you dependent on him/her but cutting you off from friends, family, and the entire outside world.  They may even prevent you from going to work, school, or social activities. You may be forced to ask permission to go anywhere at anytime.

4. Threats ~ Abusers tend to use threats to keep victims from getting assistance, or getting out of the situation. An abuser may threaten to hurt or kill you, your family, or pets. Another common threat is suicide.

5. Intimidation ~ An abuser may use fear as intimidation to make you submissive. This fear may be brought about by intimidating looks, gestures, and destruction of property or other personal/family relationships.

6. Denial & Blame ~ Abusers are expert excuse makers. They will blame their abusive behavior on a bad childhood, a bad day, and even the victim's actions. The abuser may make the abuse out to be less harmful than it was, or they may even deny it occurred at all.

Interesting to say the least. May I point out that these signs mirror those with narcissistic personality disorder? It makes a boat-load of sense, if you think about it.

Pretty much every guy with whom I've ever had any kind of romantic relationship embraced the above behaviors. 

So, what does that say about me? My father was a brute of a man. "They" say women always marry their father (not literally, sicko)... so, where do I go from here?  How do I know the next guy (if there is a next guy) won't turn out to be like the previous samples?

The common denominator in this equation of my life is ME.  Why is it I draw to me, or am attracted to these types of men? Do they seek me out? Do I have an invisible badge pinned to my forehead only they can see?  Even more disconcerting, I experienced this type of controlling abuse from a man who was merely my friend... and I allowed it... for over six f'ing years. WTF is wrong with me? Seriously. Why did I allow that? How do I break this destructive cycle?

Don't get me wrong. I have many wonderful male friends who are kind and caring people, so I don't really hate men... even tho I've been known to scream that sentiment from the rooftops. 

Unfortunately, it seems (so far) the worthy ones were already married, gay, or just didn't like me 'that way' ~ "Sandi, you're a good-friend-but..."  ~ or all of the above. Woe is me!   :D

I suppose it doesn't really matter as I'm merely thinking aloud... or in print. Whatever. I'm wondering if I missed the train to Conjunction Junction and am destined to remain an Independent Clause for the rest of my life.

There are worse things, I suppose.

03 May 2015

Don't Label Me

I am pleased and proud to announce my new picture book, Don't Label Me:

The artwork is amazing, too.

Enjoy & In Joy

The Accidental Art of Dis-Pleasing

I get it. I'm old.

I grew up in an age... well, also in a place... of mutual respect and giving. Not giving of money or material things, but of time, effort, caring, and pulling together. No doubt you've heard tell of barn raisin's and the like? It's not a myth. I attended a few in my youth. Granted, the A-dults did all the heavy work, but the kids witnessed the intangible generosity and fellowship.

...and partook in the tasty grub.
Small town mentality may be passe, but it certainly had that going for it - people pitching in to help one another the best they could; banding together to solve myriad plights like building a barn in a day for a neighbor, or searching for a lost dog.

Shout Out, Landertown!!
The world has moved on.

No one appreciates, they expect.

If their expectations don't come to complete fruition - say, their dog isn't found even though you searched for a month every spare minute you had, not only did you not help at all, somehow it ends up being your fault the dog wasn't found. Hell, if you wait long enough you may find you're to blame for the dog missing in the first place.

Because the mentality of this new age, apparently, is not the effort - it's the results. If the dog isn't found - you've done nothing to find it. For had you done anything at all - anything worthy - anything of note - the dog would have been found. Simple as that. Don't you understand??? (Nope, me neither - but it's what I'm told).

So... if busting my butt to help you out gives me the same accolades (or lack thereof) as, say, ignoring your dilemma, staying home and drinking a glass of wine...

Guess which option I'm taking the next time your dog goes missing.

As much as I hate to admit the actions of one other human being is causing me to change a core value of mine, I'm taking my ball and going home.

The next time anyone says they "need" my help, I'm handing them the frigging phone book and pouring myself a glass of wine.


15 February 2015

Time to be Happy

It's been a while. How've you been? Have you got the time... to listen to another of my ponderings?

Today is the day after Valentine's Day, or what I now like to call, "Singles' Awareness Day" thanks to Facebook.  Thoughts are muddling around in my head like cattle to the slaughter.

I'll leave that up to your imagination.

Mostly, I've been thinking about relationships, and why some work out while others don't.

I recently read an article from Psychology Today: The Vampire's Bite, and it cleared up some of my misconceptions.  

For the longest time I thought I may be lacking some funda-mental part of my psyche which doesn't allow me to have a normal, functional, romantic relationship. 

Maybe in past relationships I saw mutual attraction that wasn't there. Maybe I was looking through rose-colored glasses. Maybe I wanted so much to not be alone, I made up this person's affections for me...

Well, apparently...

...and chances are, neither are you.

Consider this (from the above article):

     "If some man were to say to your daughter: 'Here's the deal, sweetie. For several months or so, I'm going to pretend to be everything you ever wanted. I'll shower you with attention, affection and all manner of stuff to make you feel special. Then, once I know you're depending on me as your significant other, and have made a commitment, I'm going to quit pretending and be who I really am. I'm going to start treating you really badly. I'll say insensitive things, I'll lie, I'll cheat, I'll be really cruel, possibly humiliate you in public.'

     "If your daughter whipped out the pen to ink the deal, you'd smack her and say, ‘What are you, NUTS? This guy's a lunatic!!!’ Right? But that IS the deal. That is the contract. If that contract wouldn't be nearly good enough for your daughter, why would it be good enough for you?"

I'll take mental abuse for life, Alex...

Take heart the temporarily loveless of you out there. Because sometimes, just sometimes, it isn't you. 

You deserve a significant other who's not mental and who'll treat you with kindness and respect. Don't forget that. Be patient; that person is out there. Who knows? You may already know them. It's time to be happy.

And, have a happy Half-Priced Chocolate Day.

Enjoy & In Joy

27 August 2014

Mixed Up

10 June 2014


I wrap my fingers around you.
I've longed for the feel of you in my hands; your hardness pleases me.
I caress you while I imagine the heights you'll take me.

I slide you in...
I slide you out, ever... so... slowly...
I position you... I pause...

My heart beats a bit faster. My breath catches.
I bite my lip.

I'm not quite ready.  It's been a while...

Slower... we have time.

I slide you in, and hold you there.
The seconds pass. I sense your energy - our potential...
I dare not move for fear of ruining this perfect moment.

I slide you out.
I bring you to my lips; my tongue plays with your tip and my lips barely dance across your shaft. My mind is already where we could be together.

Okay. I'm ready.

I place your tip in the proper position and slowly move with you... and with every stroke I become more excited, more alive... more me.  My passion pours out through you.
Each stroke melds us, you and I. Entangled in a divine purpose, fate brought us together.
I feel your power as you allow me to guide you. My hunger builds.

Our strokes come faster now, more powerful; raw with desire.
My mind races; my heart pounds, I grip you tighter.. I am lost in the moment with you...
The phone screams from its cradle...

...My passion evaporates; gone.

I slide you back into your cap.
I place you on our half-written page...

There will be no more writing today.

09 June 2014

Love and Other Surprises

I watched a strange movie yesterday; the strangest part being my mother recommended it. She told me Charter was offering it onDemand as a free movie and she wanted to know my thoughts on it.

It's Alexandra's Project... and... without spoiling it for you - I am amazed at the writer's insight and ability to portray it in film. I was transfixed throughout, and the first thought I had when it was over was, "Of course." And, for about five minutes, I felt vindicated and the world made perfect sense... If the world was merely comprised of the differences between the sexes, that is. But, what do I know...

"You know nothing, Jon Snow."
Which brings me to love, and first ones at that. I have never, to my knowledge, ever been anyone's first love. My first love's first love was a girl who showed up in the middle of my time with him. [If you read that to read my first love was a girl, you need to go back and read it again... slowly]. My first... and second husbands' first loves... and my last boyfriend, come to think of it... well, hell, might as well call me 'Rebound Sally'...

"Rebound Girl... I like the way that sounds!!" said no woman, ever!
When you're a rebound girl, no matter how much you lie to yourself - stuff like, "Well... he's with me now, so he has to love me at least a little bit more, right? Right? *crickets* ...you never quite measure up - which means, the inevitable is, in fact...well, inevitable.

...closer to a Miley meets Taylor Swift??? Maybe???
It's always so much fun to be told how you will never quite measure up to the mystical, perfect girl *ReginaWendyDenaCough* who [got away/kicked him to the curb/got tired of his bull...face. (No, seriously - I was thinking face. What'd you think I meant?)/fill in the blank]. Which begs the question, if you were so perfect together why'd you break up?

...uh, huh... sure...
But, that was then, this is now and my point is about not being anyone's first love.

It's not fatal. We will survive... unfortunately.

I'd wager pretty much every one of us can name our first love, and wonders about them from time to time - and some of you may have been lucky enough to have had that person love you back, and even more cool if you somehow managed to stay with that person - marry, kids, the whole nine. I don't resent you. In fact, I think that's pretty impressive; I envy you.

However, I wonder how many of us are lucky enough to BE the first love... or a second... or even truly loved for that matter.

When I hear the term, "First Love" my mind, without exception, recalls the defining line from Murphy's Romance.  It goes something like this {spoiler alert!}:

Emma (Sally Field): "I'm in love for the first time in my life."
Murphy (James Garner): "I'm in love... for the last time in my life."

Which reminds us paid members of the Lonely Hearts Club it's not always best to be first. Hang in there. The best is yet to come.

In Joy & Enjoy

pass the popcorn, please!