Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A Baby Shower!

It’s been a while since I have attended a baby shower, but on Sunday, June 7th, I spoke at St. Philip’s Church in Lancaster where the women of the church gathered together to celebrate the sanctity of life by honoring “A Woman’s Concern”—an agency that supports a mother’s decision to choose life. They are on the front lines saving babies and allowing mothers the privacy and counseling they need to make the most important decision they will ever make—to guard the life of their baby.

St. Philips Church opened up their doors to hold a baby shower luncheon with all the proceeds going to support “A Woman’s Concern.” I was amazed—shocked really—at the outpouring of gifts which included baby formula, clothes, blankets, diapers, and gift cards. The non-profit agency also accepts gently used clothing, strollers, baby carriers, and car seats.

As I sat in my chair surrounded by pinks, blues, yellow and green and enjoying a tastefully prepared lunch, I couldn’t help but think of the many mothers struggling with making a decision that would affect the rest of their life. And to know there is a place locally where she can receive help, counseling, and everything she would need to make the journey possible to bring a new life into the world.

I spoke on the “Seven Friends Every Woman Needs, “ but later I realized we can all be that friend to a young mother making a vital decision through our donations, our time, and volunteering. Just think if more churches became involved and held a baby shower each year for at risk moms?

It was a lovely afternoon with door prizes, great food, and wonderful pastries; I thought I was back in Paris!

I came to the event not knowing anyone, but left with the realization that if we all do a small part, it will make a huge difference.

I look forward to more baby showers in my future!

Living Life Passionately,

Thursday, June 04, 2009

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I found this cool program "Picasa" that organizes your photos and allows you to do fun things, like make collages!

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Monday, June 01, 2009

Love Bug

After being in Paris for ten days, I noticed outward displays of affection at every turn: at street side cafes, on the metro, in the park, and in museums. It’s as if springtime in Paris brought out the love bug in everyone. So when I returned on Friday, I made a date with my hubby to take me to my favorite place -- the Hershey Hotel. We dined al fresco on the terrace, sharing a Margarita pizza and Cobb salad. And then it started…one limo, then two, then three…

The once quiet space was filled to capacity with men in tuxes and women in evening gowns; it looked like a night at the Oscars. To escape the clatter, we took a walk in the gardens and that’s when we spotted a timid bride posing for the camera with her groom. The photographer finally decided to let the nuptials dance together to help them appear more natural. And then it happened…

The groom stepped on the bride’s gown and there was a loud ripping sound. Mark and I were stunned at what happened next. The bride shoved the cascading bouquet of white roses into the groom’s face and yelled, “Look what you’ve done; you’ve ruined everything!” The verbal bantering went on for several minutes while the groom tried to make amends, but the bride kept her distance (literally!). Finally, the groom picked up the rest of her gown and gingerly walked behind her -- making sure to keep a comfortable distance between them.

My hubby whispered in my ear, “I wonder what’s going to happen when something really tragic happens?”

It was an unfortunate incident -- an accident -- and yet it changed everything. The once timid bride became enraged and left the photographer and onlookers terrified at what might happen next. Not a great start for the young couple.

I couldn’t help but wonder how they will look back on the incident years from now. Hopefully, they can find the missing ingredient essential to every marriage—a little bit of humor!

And just maybe they will honeymoon in Paris and catch a little bit of the love “bug.”

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Bye Bye Birdies

Today the birdies flew away—all four of them. Just like birth pangs, I knew it would be today or tomorrow—soon! They were outgrowing their tiny nest and lounging around was difficult—if not impossible.

This afternoon I ran some errands and I sensed something was different. Their feathers started to fluff up and they looked restless. I snapped a picture and whispered, “Bye, bye birdies.”

When I returned home, they were all facing in the same direction; the first time in two weeks that ever happened. Four little beaks all in a row—facing skyward.

I ran in the house to grab my camera, but the phone rang, and I forgot! An hour had passed and Mark arrived home.

“What was that?” he shouted.

Mark was covered with bird poop from head to toe. Mama and Papa Robin had nudged the babies out of the nest and the babies literally pooped their way out.

I ran down the street pointing my camera and clicking as the birdies tested their wings under the watchful eye of Mama and Papa Robin. One little birdie was not using his wings and plopped himself in the middle of the road. But Mama Robin nudged him along and kept nudging him until finally a flip…a flop, and then flitter…flitter…fly!

I felt a tear slip down my cheek and watched as they all four took flight. Nearly an hour had passed while Mama and Papa watched, waited, and nudged again. They perched on the rooftop and hid in the trees until all four had safely found their wings.

Tonight it’s lonely…no chirping…no peeping. The wind is howling through the trees and I can’t help but wonder if my little birdies are safe.

Two weeks ago there were four shiny robin eggs and now they are flying free—all four of them.The nest is finally empty.


Bye Bye Birdies!

Living Life Passionately,




P.S. I will be taking a break from blogging for the next two weeks. Jon's college graduation is Saturday and then I will be out of the country until the end of May. I'll have lots of pictures to post when I return.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The Dirt on Mother's Day!

“Happy Mother’s Day!” I said to my sister who called from California. “How does Mom like the flowers I sent her?” I asked.

My sister, Sherrie, hesitated and said, “Oh, I can see the bulbs in the dirt right now,” she replied.

“Whaaaaat,” I shrieked.

“Bulbs and dirt? I ordered tulips!” I whined.

It seems that a certain 1-800 company had advertised “blooming tulips,” when in fact they were “blooming bulbs,” which were delivered by a certain package company (which will remain nameless) that just happened to turn the box upside down on the front steps of my parent's home -- dirt and all.

My original thought was a great one: Send a basket full of tulips—in every conceivable color—that would grace the dining room table, and then my mom could plant them in her garden after they withered away. That way Mom could have a reminder—every year—of the once gorgeous centerpiece!

I thought it was unlike my mom to comment briefly on my “bouquet” in her last e-mail. She wrote, “I can’t wait for the tulips to sprout from the dirt.”

Umm...

This Mother’s Day will be remembered for weeks to come and I’m sure I’ll get the “dirt” on the tulips for quite some time.

Happy Mom’s Day everyone!

Living Life Passionately,

Friday, May 08, 2009

Sing Birdies Sing!

“That’s a terrible place for a bird’s nest,” remarked my neighbor—referring to the robin’s nest on top of our door wreath.”

“Well, I didn’t put it there!” I said with a grin.

The newest members of our family are a delight because they come at a time when our nest is soon to be truly empty (Jon graduates next weekend and will be leaving for his job in Cleveland, Ohio). I love the diversion the birdies have provided during this transition time and the joy they bring each morning as they belt out their praises.

“Mama Robin” is attentive to their every need and keeps a watchful eye on them from treetop to rooftop when she’s fetching food. Each time the door opens, their little mouths open widely waiting for mama to bring them yummy worms as snacks. This morning, one of them opened its eyes and for a moment, I thought that baby robin winked right back at me.

Soon they will fly out of the nest for life on their own, but the memories of my baby birdies will continue to sing in my heart.


Sing birdies sing!

Living Life Passionately,



Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Mother's Day Babies

I’ve become a mom (again!).

My baby robins hatched while we were away at Parents’ Weekend at Grove City College, and it’s been fun to watch “Mamma Robin” take care of her babies by fetching worms out of the front yard. We’ve had enough rain lately that she hasn’t had to do too much digging! Their nest resides in our door wreath, so I don't need an alarm clock in the morning (peep-peep!).


I have to say those birdies are something only a mother can love: they're bald, with bulging eyes, a tuft of feathers, and a beak as large as their body. I took several pictures, but they’re just too scary to post. I’ll show off my “babies" when they get a little "fluffier."

Speaking of “babies,” I have some books that I’ll be signing at Barnes & Nobles in Lancaster, Pennsylvania on Saturday May, 9, 2009 from 11:00 AM to 1:00 PM. One of the books is The Ultimate Mom and contains three of my stories. So for those of you who are in the area, it will be a combined author signing and a chance to win another great book, A Cup of Comfort Women of the Bible Devotional.


On Monday, May 4th, Tracy Ruckman interviewed me regarding my life, my writing, and my "babies." You can catch both interviews at Pix-N-Pens and also at The National Christian Writing Examiner.

Anyone who posts a comment about their favorite Mother’s Day experience will be entered into a contest to win an autographed copy of The Ultimate Mom.

Thanks, Tracy, for the opportunity to do a Mother’s Day interview and congratulations on your new position with the Christian Writing Examiner. I’ve got you bookmarked!

Living Life Passionately,

Thursday, April 30, 2009

A Basket Full of Eggs

An interesting phenomenon has taken place on my door wreath: a nest of eggs. Originally, they were white eggs (dove eggs to be exact), but a severe windstorm blew the eggs out of the basket.


Then along came the robbins and took over the abandoned nest and splattered mud on the door to rebuild it. I don’t know if they “spit” on it or if they carried mud on their wings, but it was (and still is) a mess. Every time I open the door, the birds fly out. A lot of activity has been going on in that nest.


Yesterday, my neighbor asked me how the “white” eggs were doing and I said, “I have no idea; they come and they go!”


She reached inside the nest and said, “There are four eggs.”



I rushed for my camera and tried to take a picture, but I wasn’t tall enough to reach the nest. Kim said, “I’ll do it.” She stood on her tip-toes and flashed a picture.”

Four blue eggs.


Was there an Easter egg coloring contest going on?


Nope.


The doves left and the robbins took over.


Writing and publishing are the same way. I marvel at the process (sometimes!), but I never give up. Three of my stories were finalists with one publisher and were deemed “worthy of publication.” So I submitted them to another publisher and all three were published.


What if I just “sat” on my “eggs”? I know for sure they would still be in my “writing to be published” file and not in a book.


Don’t sit on your “eggs” and don’t put all your eggs in one basket!


Living Life Passionately,


Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Stamps and the Present Moment

I hurried into the post office with a stack of bills, letters, and postcards to mail.

The clerk asked me how many books of stamps I would like. I glanced at my bundle and said, “Two, please.” And then she proceeded to show me the various varieties, including: sunflowers and Liberty Bells. I pointed to the sunflowers and said, “I’ll take two books of the sunflowers.”

The clerk immediately shook her head and said, “No, you don’t want these!”

“Yes, I do,” I said.

“No, you don’t,” she demanded.

I wanted to say, “Then why did you offer them to me?”

The clerk explained that the rates were going up and unless I used two books of stamps right away the rates would soon change. "The Liberty Bell stamps are 'forever,'" she said.

I thought for a second and said, “No thanks. I’ll take the sunflowers.”

She shook her head again and rang up my purchase.

The clerk almost had the last word, “You know…no one looks at the stamp on the envelope anyway!”

I smiled broadly and said, “But I do!”

I’m sure most of you probably would have chosen the more practical choice—Liberty Bells. But I’ve learned one thing in life: I only have this “present” moment, and today it was sunflowers. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but today I will enjoy putting sunflowers on bills, thank-you notes, postcards, and a wedding card to my niece who is getting married on Saturday, May 2, 2009!

Living Life Passionately,


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Survivors' Day!


I just returned from a survivors’ day celebration in Scottsbluff, Nebraska with over 600 survivors and caregivers that met for a day of fun and relaxation.

The theme was “Baskets Full of Care” and they certainly didn’t lack baskets!



More amazing than the event, was the journey to get there. I flew into Denver and then took a puddle jumper to Scottsbluff.

The pilots didn’t look more than 12 years of age, and when I can see right into the cockpit from my seat, I start to get a little antsy (panicky is a better word!). But as it turns out, we never made it off the ground—due to technical difficulties—so we were taken off the plane and waited three hours for a mechanic to check things out.




Do you think I wanted to get back on that “mosquito” with wings? I almost called the meeting planner and said, “Thanks, but no thanks; I’m going back home!” But then I remembered our motto from the National Speakers Association, “A true professional speaks even when then don’t feel like it!” I then imagined all the cancer survivors and caregivers who looked forward to this event and put my emotions in their place and boarded the plane again!

Good news; we took off and landed safely.

I’m always amazed—shocked really—at the beauty of America. The last time I was in Nebraska was 20 years ago when we made the trek by car on our move to Pennsylvania. But somehow I missed one of the most spectacular sites: “The Monument.” God’s beauty is everywhere and sometimes in the most unlikely of places.

Thank you Regional West Medical Center for an amazing day and welcoming me into your great city.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Dream Your Dream!

If you haven't seen this, then you are in for a surprise.

Susan Boyle is making the world stand up and "sing." The first time I watched her on YouTube, I immediately burst into tears and then got goosebumps throughout her performance.

Thank you, Susan, for allowing us all to dream, to believe, to hope, and "yes" forget for just a moment that we ever doubted ourselves.

Live your passion, Susan. You are simply amazing! You've won our hearts and for sure you will win the competition. No doubt about it. God bless you.


Monday, April 13, 2009

Hope Arrives!


Love is a Verb by Gary Chapman arrived on my doorstep this morning via Fed Ex (sorry, honey it wasn’t UPS). My hubby is a manger at UPS so he doesn’t like me to mention the competition by name, but there you have it!


I’ve kept this book under wraps because in publishing you just never know. For those who aren’t familiar with the process, let me tell you how it works (sort of!): You send in a story via an open call for stories or if you’re fortunate, the editor comes to you personally and asks you to write for a certain volume.

Then comes the wait. If you’re a savvy writer, you will keep a hard copy of the story and file it away with the date and note it on your Excel spreadsheet of projects (date submitted).

More waiting.

Pay attention to periodic e-mails, but do NOT bug the editor. There is one exception: If you double submitted something and you heard from the other publisher first. That is an entirely different post, which I won’t get into right now (but let’s just say that it can get you into some “hot” water and you better have your ducks lined up when you perform that daring feat). I for one, will never double submit (ever!).

Then one day—when you’re least expecting it—there will arrive an e-mail from the editor that your story has been selected as a semi-finalist. You shout, “Yippee.” But it’s a small “yippee” because that’s no guarantee of anything (for certain).

More months pass by and you get another e-mail, stating you’re a FINALIST! You do the happy dance, sign the contract (read it first!), and then fax or mail it to the editor (or publisher). Following the directions carefully.

Signing the contract still does not guarantee that you’re in the book. It just means it passed by the editor, the managing editor, and now goes to the publisher.

But don’t get too excited yet. Now you really have to wait. This is the last communication you will receive. Yes, there’s a very good chance you will be in the book, but it’s now up to the publisher (they have the final say-so); and in this case it was Bethany House.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

If you’re a “smart” writer, you have made notations on your Excel spreadsheet of dates along the way and you’ve kept writing and submitting.

Sometimes the publisher has posted a “Search In” option to the book on Amazon.com, so you can start searching for your name before the due date (in this case it was May 1, 2009). But not all publishers use this method.

You wait patiently and keep writing.

And then one day, the doorbell rings, it’s the Fed Ex truck. He speeds away as you look down at the steps and see a brown box. What’s this? I didn’t order anything from Fed Ex? And then you see the publisher’s name and let out a “yelp.”

I carried the box inside (heavy because they are hardbound books), and tried to rip it open with my bare hands (ignoring the tab that would have easily released the contents). No, I had to break two fingernails, get a paper cut, and jabbed myself with scissors before the books tumbled out.

Two hardbound author copies with a beautifully designed dustcover.

Two copies.

I only expected one (after all I only had one story). How nice…one to keep and one to give away.

At that point, you are "hopeful" that you're in the book. Certain is a good word, but not for sure until you scour the table of contents for your name.

You’re feeling a little better…you actually see your name!

You turn to page 210 and then it’s for certain. You read your story and Dr. Chapman’s commentary on what you wrote. You check the bio and see your name again.

Afterwards you get out the file and write the date you received the book and file it away under “finished projects”).

You do the happy dance one more time.

Oh yeah, the check. That comes out later, sometimes 4-6 weeks later depending on the publisher. You do the happy dance with that one too (it’s a double celebration). Actually, it’s many dance steps along the way, some are slow dances, some are jigs, and sometimes it's a waltz. It all depends on the project.

But today I did the happy jig twice. My check arrived in the mail (the same day that the books arrived). That has never happened before—ever!

Jon came back home to give me the stub to pick up his tux for a wedding he's, so I autographed the book to him as an early graduation gift.

Sigh.

Do I always make the list?

No.

One year, I was always a bridesmaid and never a bride. I made it to the semi-finalist list and never made it to the finalist. Never get discouraged. I turned around and submitted them to another publisher and they accepted all THREE!

Why do I write about the writer’s life on a Monday morning? Because for some reason, I always receive my author copies on a Monday. Today I started humming the song, “Monday morning…” and said a prayer, “Thank you, Lord, for another opportunity to share with others your message through my writing.”

That is the true gift…sharing with others what gems and pearls I’ve gleaned along this journey called life.

It gives me hope for tomorrow!

Living Life Passionately,





P.S. Leave a comment and Love is a Verb can be yours!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Buona Pasqua

I’m off to my favorite Italian bakery in town, “La Dolce Vita.” They carry all my must-have items to make Easter dinner festive, including: the “Colombo” (baked bread in the shape of a dove); biscotti di mandorle (almond paste cookies with pine nuts), and chocolate eggs filled with a “sorpreza” (surprise)—a small toy.

Having just returned from the country, so aptly named “La Dolce Vita,” the images are still fresh in my mind. And with the recent earthquakes in the town of Aquila, my heart aches for the people and the country that is so full of pain right now.

Having lived through my share of earthquakes in Sicily, I can still picture the beds moving across the speckled marble floor, the "palazzo" swaying back and forth, and the screaming and shouting as many jumped from their balconies and windows to escape being crushed from the collapse of buildings. We endured one of Italy’s worst earthquakes in 1981, but we were spared harm.

All these years later, I look back and realize there was a purpose for us surviving…we have two beautiful sons with which to share the blessing of Easter. This Easter we will pray for the country we hold so dear and unite around the table to give thanks to God for giving us this one life to live for Him!

Buona Pasqua Tutti!


Wednesday, April 01, 2009

I'm Back!

I woke up this morning at 5:30 a.m. (a rare thing!), and peeked up at the ceiling and watched as the fan whirled its white blades?


Where am I? I thought.


I had no clue where I was or what bed I was lying in. And then it came to me…

I’m back!

At home, that is. And I must say it has been a glorious ten days where I spent some time in “heaven” away from e-mail, phones, and “yes” the Internet (for the most part). I was totally disconnected (almost), and it was glorious.

The trip was a gift and the particulars are being kept “secret” for now, but each day I will post a picture of my travels. You may leave comments on where you think the picture was taken. Whoever is the closest in its proximity (I don’t mean country…I mean city), will receive a copy of The Ultimate Mom by Chicken Soup.

So go ahead and give it your best try.

Each day this week, I will post a different picture. Sorry, no hints!

Living Life Passionately,



Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Third Time is the Charm!




Today and yesterday, I’ve been collecting books in the mail, and I have yet to read a single page.



The Ultimate Mom by Chicken Soup arrived first with its glossy color photos (of course, I couldn't help but look at the pictures first!). Since I had three stories in that volume, I received three books (not a bad deal).

My hubby took one to work because one is titled, “La Famiglia Pombo,” and one goes to my mom, and the other one went to the editor of the Lancaster News who will be doing a write up for an upcoming book signing.

If you live near Lancaster, feel free to join us for a combined author signing with the other Cup of Comfort Authors: Carolyn Ruch of Hatfield, PA; Susan Kelly Skitt of Chalfont, PA; and Carol Cool from Ephrata, PA. The date is Saturday, May 9 from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. Just in time for Mother’s Day and for those last minute shoppers. A signed author copy always makes a nice gift!

I will be missing in action for the next two weeks due to a delightful and unexpected trip overseas. But I shall return on March 31—just in time for April Fool’s Day (no kidding!).

And then for sure, I will be offering three book giveaways: A Cup of Comfort for Mothers and Daughters; A Cup of Comfort Women of the Bible, and The Ultimate Mom by Chicken Soup.

If you leave a comment telling me why you desperately need these books, my hubby will read the comments and pick a winner.

Until next month…