It’s official – my article,
“It’s Genetic” will be featured in the upcoming Not Your Mother’s Book… On Family.
Publication release for this book is March 2014, so you’ll
be hearing more about it as it gets closer.
I’m excited to share a story about my siblings. It began in
1994. My older sister, Sue invited her siblings (Warren, Ruth and me) to a St.
Louis Cardinal’s baseball game. Just the four of us. We had such fun together
that we decided to do something every year… just the siblings and we haven’t
missed a “Sibling Day” since. You can read about an incident that occurred on
one of those special days in this publication.
For all you readers and writers out there, or those looking to help support a good cause, I thought you might be interested in this book signing event with Elaine Viets -- native of St. Louis, Missouri where the event takes place. A portion of the proceeds goes to The Lupus Foundation of America. My brother went to high school with Elaine. (This is a St. Louis thing--"Where'd you go to high school?") I had the pleasure of listening to her at the Missouri Writers' Guild where she was the guest speaker and caused the audience to laugh silly. I'm honored to be in the same anthology with her, Storm Country, where Elaine was kind enough to help support that project for the Joplin Tornado victims. I was at another event Elaine did helping yet another cause. And those are the ones I know about! My cousin has Lupus, so I would love to be there, but I will be out of town. I will be purchasing a copy of her book. After all, it's signed and it helps a great cause. This is a win-win if you ask me.
I’m a bit clutsy. Hard to believe, I know, I mean with all that grace going on
in me. Not. I carry more than humanly possible to keep from going up and down
the steps. Not sure why because heaven knows I could use the exercise. I don’t
remember anymore what I had in my hands, but before I got to the top of the steps,
I carried, flung across the hardwood floor at the top landing while my body
morphed into the steps. I teetered between laughing and crying. The pain in my
leg, arms and fingers throbbed—not just a teeny throb, but a broken-bone-kind-of-throb.
I couldn’t look at the disfigurement, so I put my head on the steps and bawled
like a baby. I thought I sounded rather pitiful, but the noise didn’t send
him through my wailing, “Did you fall?”
A whiney-cry all in one.
like hours before hubby mosey’d on over, picking up all the goods that were
sprawled on the floor. He then says, “Do you have shoes on?”
could’ve gotten up and thrown something at him, I would’ve. I’m claiming it was
the shoes that caused me to trip,
thank you very much.
have shoes on.” But how about, Honey, are you okay? Let me help you. Did you
Marine training days clearly keeps him in the “tough it up soldier” mode. I’m pretty
sure that man’s arm could be dangling from his shoulder, but not the right way
mind you, and he’d refuse to go to the doctor and he’d tell me it’ll be fine.
Now that’s tripping.