The Long and Winding Road: Tackling My Mountain

I live on a mountain…not really but it we do live on a rather big hill, the highest point in our little town. I love it up here as there is always a slight breeze and we have deer that run free all year round.

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I have said to myself many times this past year, I am going to walk down this mountain but never did I try until recently.

In my eyes our hill was this great mountain that seemed too big for me to tackle.

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Yesterday I made up my mind that no matter what, I was going to walk it. I had seen people do it and have never once witnessed anyone lying along side the road.

I first made the decision, I put my shoes on, and then I started walking. I knew going down was the easy part but going up was going to take some determination.

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There was no one there to save me or help me.

I would have to do this on my own.

I think of my mountain as the times in my life when I was too scared to try something. I would procrastinate for fear of failing or of change.

Happily, the long and winding road took me right back home.

All my fears slipped away with each step I took.

Such is life.

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Congratulations to Mike Friedman on His New Book Release Murder Once Done

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This is a short story set in Mexico in the days after selling out of the United states to a foreign power. Follow Paul Maddock as he flees the country.

Wishing you the very best Mike!

Kimmie

 

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What’s Up and How Ya Been?

Well hello there! How ya been?

Well hello there! How ya been?

Hello my dear friends,

It feels like it has been forever since I have been on Sunnie’s Pen to Page. A lot of changes and trials hit me this past year causing me to step back and reevaluate many things in my life.

We lost Dusty…I miss him so much, like many of you! Who says online friendships do not count…I value the many who continue to bless my life everyday.securedownload

Some updated information on my status….I am no longer  on Hub pages as many of you know, nor have my Sunnie Face book page, I am one less blog but not blogless. Is that a word…blogless?

                                                         This is my new motto.

My prayer is that I will have quality verses quantity all the rest of my days.SD

We moved into a smaller house and I had to give up my beloved chickens. This move was harder than I had imagined on my heart. I do know it was the right thing to do as I am right around the corner from my parents.

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Our other new addition was  a precious granddaughter who is now 6 months old, Nevaeh is her name…Heaven spelled backwards. I have to say she is heavenly.

291740_469419743108301_1551893007_nMy mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. At 75, she tackled surgery and chemo like a real trooper. Me…well I just hung on by the seat of my pants, pretending I had it all under control. Deep inside I knew I was nothing without my God. We are praying the big C stays at bay for many years to come. Dad shaved his head in support of mom…

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I got a new puppy…her name is Penny! Chrissy loves her but it was touch and go for a minute.

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Any way… I would love to know what you have been up too and collect all your new links so I can update the site. I have fallen behind and for that I am very sorry. I hope to do better but most of all, I hope to be a better friend!

Wishing you all a wonderful day.

Please don’t hesitate to reply, updating me on all your happenings. I will update your autobiography as well if needed.

Love and hugs,

Kimmie

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Sleepless in Texas

“Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learnt something from yesterday.”
John Wayne

Sleepless in Texas,

He hears every sound.
A coyote is howling,
No sleep to be found.

The wind is singing,
An old familiar tune.
This old cowboy can’t help,
But stare at the moon.

He worked hard all day,
And his body is achen’…
Yet his mind keeps thinkin’,
Its love he should be makin’.

His love is in heaven,
She departed moons ago.
He counts the stars…
Still misses her so.

He is down in the valley,
His head hanging low.
He won’t say goodbye,
To his sweet Yellow Rose.

“Can you hear the wind blow dear?”
He softly sings…
He presses his lips,
To his old wedding ring.

Thoughts of her smile,
The memories he keeps.
She awakens his senses,
And robs him of sleep.

“Goodnight ole gal,
I still love you so…
I’m sleepless in Texas,
Can you hear the wind blow?”

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One Wifes Perspective on the Art of Jug Fishing

Fishing has always been a part of our marriage. For twenty years, I have enjoyed fishing with my husband, sharing many adventures. One day my husband introduced me to a new type of fishing, one that would set the tone forever within my fishing world.

I watched as he bought these colorful noodles that the kids use for swimming. He cut each one into about five sections, writing something on them. I am still not sure what he wrote on them. I guess I should have paid more attention. For all I know it said…”Hello Catfish, come and get me!”

He then attached some fishing line and a hook on each one, wrapping the line around the noodle. I was still clueless as to how this contraption was going to work. It seemed weird and I could not for the life of me, figure out what he was going to do with 20 small noodles.

We loaded the boat and were on the water by 7am. It was then that my fishing world changed forever.

“Okay honey I will put the bait on and you get to throw the jugs (noodles) into the water!”

“Really…how fun!” I thought.

One by one, I threw them into the lake, laughing like a giddy little girl, when all of a sudden I realized…how we are going to get the noodles back.

Looking at my husband I asked, “uh honey how in the world are we going to get the noodles if they are floating away, isn’t this like littering?” I proclaimed, having no idea what Jug Fishing was all about.

My husband smiled big, more like a proud peacock. I could sense his hand wanting to pat my little head as he explained the art of Jug Fishing.

“This is the part you will love sweetie,” he explained, “we are going to watch them float down the lake and when one dips to the side or takes off, it means a catfish is on it! I will drive the boat to the noodle and you get to pull it up!”

Oh, joy… joy… I thought! It seems that this man has placed me on noodle duty without my permission. So far, all he has done is maneuver his little boat and I am doing all the so called fun stuff!

We watched as the noodles drifted away but I could not help but worry about the noodles.

What if someone came along and stole our noodles? What if we cannot catch the noodles? What if a big Catfish is on the other end and I cannot pull it up! What if a big Gar decides to latch onto the noodle and pulls me into the water? What if my obituary reads, “Wife and Beloved Grammie Falls Overboard while Jug Fishing!”

This whole process put me into an instant worry mode.
I really would have just liked to place a little worm on my fishing pole and fish like normal people.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I spotted one of the noodles take off, dipping under the water over and over.

“Honey,” I yelled, “look the noodle is under the water, now it’s not…whoops yes it is!”

My husband started the motor and like a bat out of the cave, we made it to all the noodles.

“Which one was it?” He asked.

If I thought this was going to be some kind of test, I would have kept my mouth shut!

Looking perplexed, I could not remember! They all were the same color.

“I think that one…no that one… well maybe that one, I really am not sure!” I added, feeling a bit silly for getting his little hopes up.

I looked at all the noodles and began counting and during my count, I could see one on its side, floating differently.

“There…that’s the one,” I declared, hoping it surely was and just not a dead noodle.

“Okay…when I bring the boat near the jugs, you lean over and grab it. Be sure and wrap the line around the noodle until you see the Catfish,” my husband directed in his ex-military voice.

I love it when he takes control….NOT!

I looked at him and knew that I was really doing the work concerning this Jug Fishing and so far, I was not finding this too amusing.

I leaned over the boat and grabbed the noodle. It was slightly heavy and I knew something was indeed at the end of this thing. Pulling it up, we found that we had captured the cutest little catfish. It was also too small to keep.

“That’s too bad, we will have to throw it back,” my husband said.

“All that for nothing,” I thought to myself.

A couple of hours had passed and I was finding this Jug Fishing slightly boring. I knew I should have kept my thoughts to myself but no one warned me. There was no instructions for wives partaking in this type of adventure.

“Honey…this Jug Fishing is kind of lame, I mean, it’s boring!”

He looked at me with a slight irritated glare. I felt I had crossed that sacred line by putting down his beloved Jug Fishing.

“In that case, let’s pull up all the noodles, move back down the lake and throw them back again!” He declared, “it will be fun and you will not be so bored!”

Well I was not born yesterday. I knew exactly what this meant I would be pulling up all the noodles and he would once again be my Chauffeur.

He suddenly became Mr. Speed Racer, maneuvering in-between the noodles! I am sure he was trying to make this outing have some excitement but his following comment made me want to hit him with a noodle!

“You are going to have to be quick! When I go by, just lean over the boat and grab the noodle!”

Being a supportive wife for this demented Jug Angler, I did as he ordered.

I pulled the jugs up one by one, feeling each splash of water in my face. By the time this task was done, I was soaked, out of breath and feeling quite used and abused.

I once again gave him my wifely glare!

“So let me guess you want me to throw them back in the water right?” I asked.

My loving yet slightly demanding husband smiled at me.

“You are getting this Jug Fishing down honey, I am so proud of you!”

Looking at him, I could only ponder some unwelcome thoughts.

This man has surely lost his noodle!

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A Book Review: Digging to China by Justin W. Price

I would like to introduce Justin Price and his new book “Digging to China.” Justin is a talented young man who is managing editor for eFiction Horror magazine, a respected writer on Hubpages, and continues to wow his audience with his wonderful blog. Justin is married to his lovely wife Andrea and they live in the great state of Oregon.

“Digging to China” is a delightful book of poetry that is original and depicts the human side with all its glory and frailties. It is a collection of poetry, spanning 15 years of the Justin’s life, who at the age of 32, is now a flourishing young writer. The theme has much nostalgia, one of the things I loved most. There is plenty of wonderful poetry to appeal to all ages alike.

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What impressed me about Justin was his honesty from his earlier days. He admits that the poetry varies and captures his early teens, twenties, to present. One of the questions I asked Justin was, what was his purpose in writing this poetry book and this is what he shared.

“I really wanted to get my poems collected all in one place, but I also wanted only certain poems that fit the theme of nostalgia and all that goes with it. I’ve been writing poems for as long as I can remember and I could fit them all in one book, it would likely rival the Bible in thickness. More than that, I’d grown disenchanted with publishing poems on blogs and Hub pages and decided in order to be a “serious” writer and possibly be discovered, I needed to focus my literary efforts more on literary magazines and books.

I still publish poems and blogs on those platforms, but only after literary magazines have soundly rejected them. It took me awhile to get this book done because I’m a bit of a perfectionist. I’m always revising; I always see what can be changed or whatever, in fact, I’ve edited some of the poems from the book since publishing it and you can look for those in future editions. I wanted to get my poems out there and build some name recognition.”

There were many poems and stories I enjoyed but this one stood out to me.

“The Battle of Bunk bed Ridge” was delightful, showing the innocence of a young boy and his green plastic soldier’s. It was a special time, when Justin spent hours playing with his dad. His first curse word was heard through the house. This was real and evoked memories that I had forgotten as I had once watch my sons play with their little green plastic soldiers.

This is only one of many poems that will cause one to pause and remember.

Like many writers, we find all kinds of inspiration to draw our characters from. Justin explains how his character came to be.

“Most, if not all of them, are based on real people I know. It’s dangerous to assume when a writer uses “I” that he means himself. But, for the most part, I conjured up memories, people and places that I actually know and inserted them into my poems. There’s some poems in there based on true events, but which I chose to fictionalize in order to make a point—or simply make a better poem.”

I do believe we all have our own favorite poem or story to tell. Justin explains why these two pieces are his favorites.

“In the book, either Hot Pink Lipstick or Burrito is my favorite. Hot Pink Lipstick, which is about my reactions upon seeing my deceased grandmother. From a literary standpoint, I think it’s just a really good poem, with lots of symbolism and subtle nuances. I don’t generally toot my own horn—in fact, I’m generally quite critical of my work—but I think there’s a lot of brilliance in it. Burrito is important as well because I hate that I was so ungrateful towards a man that did so much for his family. To this day, I hate it when I get an unappreciated gift, or when anything is wasted. There’s so many people lacking in this world… to waste something because you don’t like it is appalling.”

I have one prose that stood out to me as the reader; tears filled my eyes when I read about a young boy spending his last Holiday with his family intact before they went their separate ways. This is a scene many have felt and witnessed. The humanity of Justin’s words came alive across the pages.

When writers put their pen to page, they have in mind a certain audience usually. Did you find yourself targeting a certain group?

“I think there’s something for any fans of non-rhyming poetry. If you like poems that touch the soul, poems that are honest and at times scathing, poems that conjure memories and touch the senses, then you should consider the book. Most of my poems are more like short stories in non-prose form, and are generally short. If that’s the kind of poetry you enjoy, then this book was designed for you. Here’s a touch of the sacred and the profane, some will make you laugh, and, hopefully, some will make you cry.”

Like many writers, they are inspired by people who have touched their lives, making a great influence. Who has been your greatest influences along the way?

“Poetically… Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Bishop, William Carlos Williams, Howard Nemerov, Ginsberg, John Updike, Frost, Pound, Cummings, local poets Garret Potter and Peter Johnson, and even Ben Gibbard from Death Cab for Cutie. It’s probably to my detriment that I don’t enjoy Shakespeare, Blake, and other Romantics. Modern poetry is what appeals to me.

In my life…my father, probably, my mom will probably hate to hear me say that, but it’s true. I’m so much like him, form the way I look to the way I get irritated at things I shouldn’t get irritated at, also, music, and my ever ebbing and flowing faith.”

I read many types of poetry in your book. What kind of poetry would you consider your book to be?

“Stylistically, it’s almost entirely free verse. Thematically, it’s mostly nostalgia. The idea of losing innocence and coming of age has always appealed to me.”

One last question and we will wrap up this book review, while this is not your traditional book review, I think new readers will have learned a lot about Justin Price.

How did you come up with the cover and why?

“I originally solicited artists to draw something. I had no idea what. Then I realized, based on the theme of the book, I needed a photograph from childhood. So, I found one of myself and my brother Andy on the beach at my grandparents’ house in Imperial Beach, California. I love that my brother is central, that my little tongue is sticking out and, if you notice closely, that my dad’s arm is embracing both of us.”

“The picture was taken probably in 1984, before my youngest brother and sister came along. I thought it was perfect. I then drew up a shitty cover (I’m lousy with computer art) and Joshua Sunforged fixed it up and made it the cover it is now. I like it not only for the content but also for the fact that I think it will look good in print, once I am able to print it.”

I hope this gives the potential reader a good review of what makes this author tick, the thoughts of this reader, and the history behind this book. We all can have our own opinions about a certain book, but digging a bit deeper, learning about the author, his intentions in writing his book and his thoughts behind his work, may only add a deeper understanding of Justin’s work.

Thank you Justin for allowing me to do a book review, delving into your thoughts, and sharing, “Digging to China.”

Please check out more of Justin’s work by visiting his hub.

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Amazon link below.

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It is with great pleasure that I recommend this book. You may laugh, shed some tears, and even get the WOW factor but there is one thing for sure, you will not regret reading this book.

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Book Signing For God’s Playbook

Book signing for God’s Playbook will be April 6, 2013 at the Family Christian Bookstore in Killeen, Texas. It will be from 11:00 am to 2:00 pm.

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A Fighting Chance for Jami

A Fighting Chance for Jami.

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Read an Ebook Week

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Sunnie Day is offering 75 percent off all her eBooks! Many other authors are offering great deals!

Enjoy!

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Hair Loss and Cancer! It’s Only Hair!

Hair Loss and Cancer! It’s Only Hair!.

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