Are you a memory keeper?

My sister says I save too much “stuff”. My husband would probably agree, and once, long ago, suggested I get rid of a few shelves of old books to make room for new ones. That did not go over well. I explained that each book on my many bookshelves had a certain significance and just because I’d read them three times, did not mean I wouldn’t read them again! But it wasn’t just about the content. Some books were given as gifts, signed with a heartfelt note. How could I get rid of them?? My husband never asked that question again. Instead, he built me more bookcases!

But I’m not talking about saving books. I’m talking about the intangible collections that I call memory keeping. What sorts of things do I save? Cards and letters, art projects from when the kids were in grade school, my previous dog’s collar…painted necklaces made from potatoes and macaroni…

One day I was cleaning out an old briefcase—yes, that was definitely from another life—when I came across the card on the left. It was from my middle daughter, Nicole. She was so young! I thought of those times and how she’d grown from a wide-eyed, curious young girl to a strong, determined woman. Overwhelmed with emotion, I sent her the picture in a text message. I didn’t hear back until the next day, with a response that said merely, “LOL”. Obviously, she is not yet a mother and doesn’t understand how a child pulls at a parent’s heartstrings.

I donated the briefcase and stuck the note in a drawer for safekeeping. When Nicole is home at Christmas, I’ll pull out the card, look into her eyes, and tell her how much I love her. She’ll smile and hug me. Then she’ll say, “Love you, too.”

And that will be a memory keeper.

That Second Chance Series has a new look!

I’ve given my That Second Chance Series covers an update! Aren’t they beautiful?


                    

                    
  

It’s All About That Second Chance…

Sometimes we’re lucky enough to get that second chance – in life and in love. That Second Chance Series are stand-alone stories of strong women who battle heartache and loss with a courage and determination to find new paths and true love. What ties them together? A common theme: belief in the beauty of that second chance.


PULLING HOME, BOOK 1

She’ll risk anything to save her child…even the truth.

THE WAY THEY WERE, BOOK 2

They promised to love one another forever, but tragedy tore them apart. Now, destiny may just bring them back together.

SIMPLE RICHES, BOOK 3

Real wealth is about more than bank accounts and portfolios…

PARADISE FOUND, BOOK 4

How does one see truly—with the heart or with the eyes?

NOT YOUR EVERYDAY HOUSEWIFE, BOOK 5

A wise and humorous tale of living large after 40 as women finally make peace with themselves—wrinkles, blubber, neuroses, exes, and all.

THE BUTTERFLY GARDEN, BOOK 6

Sometimes love happens when you least expect it…


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Brand New in the Truth in Lies Series!

A Family Affair: The Homecoming

 

 

Delilah O’Reilly and Nicholas Borado fell in love, married, and planned to spend a life together full of dreams, joy, and endless possibilities… until lies and betrayal tore them apart.

Six years have passed since Delilah and Nick saw each other, but they’ll meet up again in a most unlikely place—Magdalena, New York, Delilah’s hometown. Hurt and accusations will resurface, but they won’t stop the sparks from flying, or the town from wondering about this couple’s secret past…wondering too if Delilah and Nick might just have a chance for a future together…

 

 

 

Read an Excerpt Below!

“My father never had money, and it’s always been obvious…”

“Obvious? To whom? Not you, or you wouldn’t have let him bankroll your college, now would you?” Nick was not going to let Delilah judge Hank just because the man drove a beat-up pickup and ate baloney sandwiches. While the bar owner might not be rich, he certainly wasn’t living paycheck to paycheck, not even close. “I’ve been in this town long enough to realize those with money aren’t flashing hundred-dollar bills at the diner.”

A huff and a scowl followed by “I know that. And I never knew about my father’s financial situation because he told me we were fine, that there was an insurance policy from my mother’s death, and that covered college and the other things he bought me.” Her gaze narrowed. “Are you saying it wasn’t the truth? That he lied to me?”

The worry and disbelief on her face pinged his gut. “I’m not saying anything other than people aren’t always what they seem.”

“Really?” The accusation in her voice smothered him. “You mean guys who pretend they’re someone else? You mean those people?”

So, she wanted to play that game? “Yeah, and women, too, the ones who act like they come from money and wish they didn’t. You know the kind. Desperate, on the hunt, pretending they don’t want or need the money or the status… The perfect play to get an unsuspecting sucker to buy.” Buy? He’d bought it all, from the tears, the sadness, the forlorn looks that said she just wanted to belong somewhere. Yup, he’d been the idiot to offer refuge—his heart, his life, his future—and she’d torched them all.

She fisted her hands on the counter, sucked in three deep breaths, blew them out nice and slow. He bet her yoga instructor would approve. “We can’t change the past, or how we’re tied together, no matter how much we wish we could.”

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