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My Life-Sustaining Oak Tree

When I was looking for a house in Florida, I knew instantly when I walked through the front door which house was the one for me. I wanted a house with three qualities: (1) lots of natural light, (2) a layout that allowed me to stand at the front door and see out the back, and (3) natural beauty. Well, in the house where I write this blog, I got all three.

The third quality comes primarily from a beautiful old oak tree that can be seen from my living room and master bedroom. The tree is the largest on the lake where I live. It hosts and provides shade for a veritable menagerie of creatures, including squirrels, bluebirds, pea doves, blackbirds, white swans, ducks, iguanas, and possums, just to name a few.

I look out the sliding doors in my bedroom at that tree sometimes and wonder how old it is. I am not an arborist, but I would guess the tree is over a hundred years old.

During Hurricane Irma, which barreled through Florida on September 10, 2017, I watched the oak’s branches sway in the strong, gusting winds. I looked at that tree and wondered, “How many hurricanes have you been through, my beautiful tree?” My tree gave no answers, but I know it has been through many storms and hurricanes.

My oak tree is much like life. We can survive and weather any storm if our lives are firmly rooted in love, hope, family, and respect. We can live to be a hundred years old if we live with love in our hearts and provide shelter to others. We can nurture those we live with if we provide a strong trunk of support and guidance.

Be strong, be brave, be free, and always live and love with respect.

Then you will be like my beautiful oak tree.

Until next time.



Image courtesy of Beatrice Murch (CC BY 2.0)


Weeding, Writing, and Aromatics

We all remember the three r’s from elementary school:

  • Reading
  • Writing
  • Arithmetic

Well, let me suggest a little change to that grade school mantra:

  • Weeding
  • Writing
  • Aromatics

I know—you’re saying, What is this woman talking about?

When I say weeding, I mean physically, mentally, and emotionally. We have had so much rain in South Florida this month, I find myself weeding constantly. When I Miracle-Gro my backyard garden beds, I wonder how many weeds I am really growing. They seem to pop up everywhere.

Just as I am physically weeding my yard, I am also weeding my life. In the grand scheme of things, what makes me happy—really happy? Wealth and money? No. Owning objects? No. Being blessed with a wonderful family and a few close friends who support me in my work life and my writing? Yes.

I am weeding emotionally too—figuring out what is important as far as relationships and the like. Having gone through a really difficult divorce, I know that I have lots more emotional weeding to do. Many of us do. It comes with the territory.

As for writing, after seeing the great reviews and acclaim for Firestorm, I want to write every day. But when you’re working full time, doing writers’ workshops, and hosting book signings, that is a tough schedule to keep. I’m not complaining. It took courage to start this writing journey of mine. I am fully committed to it. I love giving life to stories and taking my fans with me on a wild ride.

With that said, book three in the Dr. Catherine Powers series is complete and being edited. The book is a legal thriller called “Slayer” and involves a dirty international law firm based in South Florida. When female employees turn up dead in the canals off of Alligator Alley in the Everglades, Cat is called in. I hope to release “Slayer” later this year. Book four in the Dr. Catherine Powers series, a political thriller called “Blast,” is also being edited. In it, Cat becomes the eyes and ears of the president of the United States as a team of Syrian-born bombers wreak havoc on soft targets in the United States. A love interest finally enters Cat’s life—a handsome Navy SEAL and bomb expert named Sam. So the Dr. Catherine Powers series has lots more to come.

As for aromatics, as I get older, I find that my allergies have gotten worse. This includes nasal allergies. Some mornings, I wake up and feel like I can’t breathe. So on days when I do wake up feeling good, I go out into my yard and smell the roses. My roses here are not like the beautiful, white Iceberg roses I had in California, but their aroma reminds me that life and nature are precious and should be enjoyed.

So now I’m going to smell the roses. Remember to do the same.

Until next time.



Image courtesy of kota (CC BY-SA 2.0)

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