What Would You Do? #FosterAbuse #FamilyMatters @jacqbiggar



What would you do if you saw children being abused?

The sad truth is many of us care, but not enough to get into the middle of what could be a dangerous or embarrassing situation.

We don’t do it out of meanness, as much as self preservation.

If we don’t get involved, we can’t get hurt, right?


This is a video from ABC News. It illustrates why many parents enter the foster system and how those children are mistreated.



Happily, there are those who will step up and help those in need, though in some cases this can cause an escalation in the violence these kids endure.

The CBC News in Canada did a post on the crisis children face within the foster system.


Some children are placed in foster care without full safety checks while others wind up in supervised apartments or overcrowded homes, say child advocates who warn of a deepening crisis across the country.

In one case, a four-year-old girl was removed from the care of her aunt in 2006 after she was found to be neglected, malnourished and suffering from recurring physical abuse. An investigation found that the aunt had not been appropriately screened.


If you know of a case like this, or see signs of abuse please do the right thing and contact your local child protective services.

And if you are a child in need of help:

Childhelp® is a national organization that provides crisis assistance and other counseling and referral services. The Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline external linkis staffed 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, with professional crisis counselors who have access to a database of 55,000 emergency, social service, and support resources. All calls are anonymous. Contact them at 1.800.4.A.CHILD (1.800.422.4453).

If you need help with personal or family situations, you may wish to visit our resources on Where to Find Help.

If you suspect a child is being abused or neglected, or if you are a child who is being maltreated, contact your local child protective services office or law enforcement agency so professionals can assess the situation. Many States have a toll-free number to call to report suspected child abuse or neglect. To find out where to call, consult the Information Gateway publication, State Child Abuse Reporting Numbers.

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My new book, Summer Lovin’, explores this issue.

Two young boys are left in the care of a neglectful uncle after their mother dies. All he’s interested in is the monthly allowance he receives for their care.

When school secretary, Rebecca Sorenson, meets one of the kids and is threatened by the uncle, she decides to seek help from the sheriff.




Here’s a short excerpt from Summer Lovin’

Tommy cried all the way home. Not great hiccupping sobs like he’d done in the past when they’d first arrived at his uncle’s house and realized they were worse off now than when their parents died. No, these tears were silent. A steady stream that ran down his face and dripped unheeded off his chin. Tears of despair, of a childhood lost, of faded dreams.

Just for a moment today with that pretty schoolteacher he’d felt something close to peace. Her scent when she’d held him in her arms reminded him of his mom and he hadn’t wanted to let go. But then his uncle had shown up.

He reached the edge of town and looked for the overgrown drive. A broken down gray wooden fence and a lopsided Keep Out sign pointed the way to the old cabin hidden amongst tall spruce trees. The dirt lane was rutted so bad it tossed his bike from side to side but he refused to walk; his uncle had warned them there were snakes in the grass just waiting for little boys. Tommy wasn’t taking any chances.

He pulled up next to the sagging porch and slowly laid his bike on its side, listening for his brother. A soft humming led him to the corner of the building. Jasper sat in the dirt, his scrawny bare back bent over a little toy truck he was using to make roads with in the sand. Tommy sighed his relief, no new marks that he could see. He’d gotten here in time then.

“Hey, brother, whatcha doin’?” He let Jasper know he was there before moving forward.

Jasper jumped up, ready to flee, then realized who’d spoken and cracked a mile wide smile. “Tommy, Tommy you’re back.” He ran and wrapped his arms around his brother and Tommy frowned at how thin they were.

“Did you eat the food I hid for you?” he demanded.

Jasper shrugged, his chin digging a hole in Tommy’s chest. “I wasn’t very hungry,” he mumbled.

Tommy frowned and set him back so he could look him in the eye. “Jas, you gotta eat. We ain’t ever gonna get outta here if you ain’t strong enough to run.”

Jasper’s eyes lit with hope. “Can we go now? Can we, huh?”

Tommy cursed his big mouth. Why’d he go and say anything? “No. We can’t go until we have a plan.” Jasper’s lips wobbled and Tommy changed the subject. “Show me the roads you’ve been building.”

It worked, for now. Jasper trotted over and sprawled out on his belly, reaching for the little blue car he’d been playing with. “Wait ‘til you see this. I made a hill and my car flies,” he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Tommy followed more slowly, his mind on that nice teacher. Why couldn’t someone like her have taken them in? He missed his mom so bad and yet sometimes he got scared because he couldn’t quite picture her in his head anymore. The teacher reminded him of her though. She smelled good too and had a pretty dress. His mom always wore nice clothes; she said she liked to look pretty for her boys. Man, he missed her. She’d know what to do right now because he sure didn’t. The only thing he did know for certain was that he’d promised to take care of his brother and he darn sure was going to.

The rumble of a vehicle coming up the drive had both boys scrambling for cover. A ratty blue tarp hanging over a pile of scrap metal nearby did the job, though it was a tight fit. Their uncle had warned them often enough to keep outta sight of strangers.

“Who is it?” Jasper asked, his voice squeaky with a mix of fear and excitement.

“Shh, we’ll know soon enough,” Tommy whispered. “Just keep quiet, okay?”

The rattle as the engine shut down told him who it was even before the tinny door slammed shut and his uncle stomped around the corner looking like the axeman from Snow White.

“Where the hell are you hiding, you stupid little shits?” he roared. His heavy work boots kicked up tufts of dust as he circled the yard in search of them. He glanced at Jasper’s toy car, reached down, picked it up, and sent it flying into the bushes.

Jasper whimpered but thankfully held silent, his body vibrating so hard the tarp rattled. Tommy jerked him away, pulling him up against his own shaking body. He was so scared he needed to pee.

“You come on out of there or your stupid ass brother is going to pay the price.” The edge of the tarp lifted and a hand reached in and latched onto Tommy’s arm in a death grip. Jasper’s eyes grew big as pie plates and welled up with tears. Tommy cried out in pain but shook his head viciously at his brother, warning him to keep quiet and stay still.

And then he was yanked out and thrown to the ground. Uncle Pete stood over him as he lay in the dirt, lips twisted in a snarl that sent shards of fear through Tommy’s gut.

“You better explain yourself, boy.” He nudged Tommy with his boot. “What did you think you were doing at the schoolhouse today?”

Tommy thought fast. There was no way he was going to tell this man the real reason. He had to come up with something to defuse the anger brewing in his uncle’s eyes. He reached into his pocket and reluctantly withdrew the gold chain he’d taken from the teacher lady’s purse.

“I was getting you some money, Uncle.” A beefy hand reached out and swiped the necklace from his hand. His uncle eyed him suspiciously for a moment before lifting the cross on the chain to the light.

“You aware this is stealing, boy?” He gave the chain a little shake and the cross glinted so bright it practically blinded Tommy.

“I did it just the way you showed me, sir.” Tommy lifted himself to his elbows. “She won’t know who it was.”

Uncle Pete frowned, his brows like bats wings over his eyes. “You better hope the hell not, kid. Your brother doesn’t like when you screw up.” He laughed, his belly jiggling under the dirty plaid shirt. He turned and strode toward the shack, hollering over his shoulder, “Git in here and make me some grub, I’m hungry after chasing you all over creation.”

Tommy waited a few minutes, knowing full well that it was his uncle’s routine to go into the house, grab a bottle of booze and flop down on the ugly green sofa for the night. He had time to make sure his brother was okay now.

He pulled back the tarp to let Jasper out, then went searching for the toy car, the last thing Jas had from their mom. A few moments later he found it under the edge of a blackberry bush. Careful to avoid the painful spikes, he managed to retrieve it with only a couple of minor scratches.

“Here you go, buddy, I found it.” He turned and offered it to Jasper but his attention was on the house. “Don’t worry, I won’t let him touch you again.” And when his brother looked at him with eyes that knew more than any five-year-old kid outta know about pain, Tommy’s gut tightened with a white-hot rage.

He fingered the wallet in his pocket he’d also stolen from the teacher. Soon. Soon he’d have enough to get them far away from here. And they weren’t never coming back.

I hope you try Summer Lovin’ and if you enjoy the book please consider leaving a review. I’d appreciate it, thanks!






Sneak Off and Read: Lines about Strength, #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about STRENGTH for a lovely start to your week, enjoy!


When the call came, I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and quickly left for the crime scene. I’d constantly felt I needed to be tougher and better than everyone else, especially as a girl in a man’s world.

~ Melissa Keir, Sister of Small Town Suspense
Protecting Her Pigg (In the Summer Heat Box Set)

She grasped the door handle and stepped forward, but a strong arm from behind held her like a vice. The other clamped tight over her mouth.

~ S.A. Taylor, Sister of Southern Inspired Suspense
Twisted Fate  (a work in progress) 

Sharon Wray

With the sounds of grunting men and clanking metal behind him, Nate hopped on a treadmill and set it to shred. He kicked his mental game into play, pushed his body into a punishing rhythm, and studied the entrances and exits.

~ Sharon Wray, Sister of Military Romantic Suspense
See Her No More (a work in progress)

Frannie, Hannah, and Rick had all compared him to Harrison, but he wasn’t, not deep inside. Devon would be straightforward and honest, no matter how hard that was.

~ Sarah Andre, Sister of Riveting Suspense


“Quit using such a pathetic excuse,” I said, strength and anger expressed in my voice. “Imagine how I feel right now, knowing you wanted to be with me for any information I could give you.”

~Vicki Batman, Sister of Sassy Writing

Diana Belchase

Like an acrobat on a high wire, she lifted herself in perfect balance as she rose amid the various levels. At the very top, she was still about two feet from the beam. There was no choice; she must jump.

~ Diana Belchase, Sister of Secrets and Spies
The Spy in the Mirror (a work in progress)

Jacquie BiggarJulie sank into her chair, shrinking before his eyes. “When? What happened?” She closed her eyes and inhaled, then slowly let it out and sat up, reaching for a pen and paper. “Give me the details. This is my case.”

~ Jacquie Biggar, Sister of Suspense w/Attitude
The Beast Within- #WIP

510Ov6CQc7L._SX328_BO1,204,203,200_This homegirl didn’t climb out of some episode of Leave it to Beaver. They may also not have considered how voraciously a mother could protect her unborn child.

~ Sam Bradley (writing as McKenna Sinclair), Sister of Medical Romantic Suspense

A_Taming_SeasonsmallZoe wasn’t ready for that look in his eyes, one of concern and almost . . . possessiveness. Panic clutched at her throat, and for a moment she was afraid to even try to speak. No, this is not going to happen to me again.

~ Claire Gem, Sister of New Gothic Romance

ASeasonforKillingBlondes_w9101_750 (2)“Will you shut up once and for all?” Roberto grabbed Sofia by the hair and slapped her so hard she fell to the ground.

~ Joanne Guidoccio, Sister of Reinvention

Jeannie Hall - book cover - violation of faithHe took three steps back and propelled himself with every ounce of his strength toward the space. The length of his left hip slammed into the wood, widening the gap; with a shakyhand, he reached in to disengage the locks and staggered inside.

~ Jeannie Hall, Sister of Dark, Angsty Suspense


Solving Cold Cases: One Match at a Time #RSsos #MissingPersons @Stephitay

Lost & Found: Solving Cold Cases One Match at a Time #RSsos #amwriting


When you hear about a mass disaster, what event comes to mind? Earthquake? Tsunami? Terrorist attack?

That was my first thought until I attended the Killer Nashville writer’s conference in October. There I learned about what experts now call “The Nation’s Silent Mass Disaster” or the high number of missing and unidentified persons reported every year in the United States.

I walked into the session titled, Forensic Services for Human ID, hoping to obtain research for a story I was writing about a missing person investigation.  The presenter, Todd Matthews (Director of Communications & Quality Assurance at the Forensics Services Unit UNT Center for Human Identification) did a stellar job highlighting this growing crisis.  He also provided information about a free resource called National Missing and Unidentified Persons System or NamUs.

At the end of the presentation, my goal became more than writing this tool into a story plot. I was compelled to share this information with others.

Here are some alarming nationwide figures I found on a 2014 fact sheet reported on the  NamUs webpage:

    • 4,400 unidentified remains are found each year, 1,000 remain unidentified after one year
    • 90,000 active missing person cases at any given time

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NamUs, funded by the National Institute of Justice, is an unidentified person database that serves as a clearing house for two separate repositories– one for unidentified persons and one for missing persons. The NamUs database can be searched by anyone, but law enforcement and other agencies have access to more advanced tools built into the system.

This accessible tool works in a couple of different ways:

  • If someone is missing, information can be entered with specific details to be searched such as tattoos, clothing, physical features, and jewelry. Family members can enter this information directly into the system. Law Enforcement can also assist them with this process.
  • The records of unidentified persons can be entered by medical examiners and coroners.
  • Once in the system, the records can be searched for potential matches.
  • The unified system allows investigators to compare a potential match side-by-side.
  • If there is a match, the information is presented to investigators for review.

As of October 2014:

      • 20,917 total missing person cases were reported to NamUs – 7,537 cases were resolved (821 with NamUs assistance) -however 10,546 active cases remain in the database
      • 11,621 total unidentified person cases were reported to NamUs – 1,471 cases were resolved (381 with NamUs assistance) – 9,845 active cases remain in the database

Short Video – The Missing and the Dead: Inside America’s Coldest Cases

Currently there are new upgrades in the works for the NamUs system. One tool will have the capability of reuniting family members during “critical incidents” such as multi-state or large-scale events.  Some other features in development are a central database for victim accounting, a system for the public to self-report and make others aware they are safe during a disaster, and one that provides real-time victim data to assist emergency personnel in responding.

Although the NamUs program has provided several free tools to inform the public, many people are unaware of this resource. Which brings me back to the purpose of my post – helping to spread the word. So whether this information finds a place in one of your plots (which was encouraged during the session), or perhaps on your social media site, we are all playing a small role in helping to solve cold cases one match at a time.







December Holidays

I believe in life-long learning. As an educator, I believe in the power of knowledge to help us make good decisions. Hence this post….Apologies if this is stuff you already know.:)

As a kid, I had a friend who was Jewish, so from an early time I was aware of the differences and the similarities between Jews and Christians. One of my older daughter’s best friends when she was growing up was Jewish. As an adult, I have many Jewish friends.th4XL733K8

Those Jewish friends are just finishing their celebration of Hanukkah, which this year ran Sunday, December 6 through Monday, December 14.

Hannukkah From Wikipedia we read:

The eight-day Jewish celebration known as Hanukkah or Chanukah commemorates the rededication during the second century B.C. of the Second Temple in Jerusalem….Often called the Festival of Lights, the holiday is celebrated with the lighting of the menorah, traditional foods, games and gifts.

Muslims celebrate Mawlid around this time of year, though their calendar is a lunar one and changes more than the Gregorian calendar.

From my friend Wikipedia:

Mawlid (Arabic: مَولِد النَّبِي‎ mawlidu n-nabiyyi, “Birth of the Prophet”, …. is the observance of the birthday of the Islamic prophet Muhammad which is celebrated in 2015 on December 23 by the Sunis and December 28 by the Shias.

I’m sorry. I couldn’t find a good symbol for Islam. Perhaps one of our readers could share that.

As a principal in a public school, I became aware of Kwanza. Again from Wikipedia, we read:

Kwanzaa (/ˈkwɑːnzə/) is a week-long celebration held in the United States and in other nations of the Western African diaspora in the Americas. The celebration honors African heritage in African-American culture, and is observed from December 26 to January 1, culminating in a feast and gift-giving.[1] Kwanzaa has seven core principles (Nguzo Saba). It was created by Maulana Karenga, and was first celebrated in 1966–67



Picture is from Maulana Karenga
Kwanzaa: A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture

2008, Los Angeles: University of Sankore Press

Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus on December 25 ending the season of Advent. All across the world, people celebrate Christmas and Santa Clause and all that goes with the season. (In fact, the celebration of Santa Clause begins before we celebrate Halloween, but that’s a subject for another blog post. :)) IMG_2548

I find it remarkable that all these groups, separate though they may be, have major celebrations around the same time of year. In a recent series of Sunday school classes, we looked at the similarities and differences between Islam, Judaism, and Christianity. Frankly, my mouth fell open more times than I could count because of all the similarities. Why have we been killing each other for centuries?

Take a moment a look at the principals of Kwanza. Who could really argue with the Self-determination, Faith, or Collective Work and Responsibility to name a few?

You’re probably wondering where I’m going with all this and what was I thinking to jump into religion as a topic for the SOS blog. I always try to write about something that is timely. What is more timely in December, especially this December.

As a principal, I strove to be inclusive, to not do or say anything that made others feel uncomfortable. Our country was founded on belief in religious freedom. That means to me that everyone is free to worship (or not) how they’d like without others putting them down or worse threatening them or forcing their beliefs on others. In my schools, we had Christmas trees, but also  Menorahs. We hung Kwanza posters around and were careful about serving alternatives to pork in the cafeteria for our Jewish and Muslim students.

Lots of folks struggle with this period when all purports to be so joyful, but yet we have people starving, thousands of refugees, worldwide terrorist tragedies, and in the US, almost monthly domestic gun violence events. How much worse is it going to get before it gets better?

IMG_1191 My husband gave me a small plaque that says: “Everything will be all right in the end. If it’s not all right, it is not the end.” This gives me great comfort.

My prayer for our world is that more of us would act out of a sense of love for those sharing this planet with us, rather than fear. That we’d respect each other and allow for those differences that really make us all stronger and richer.

What people of different faiths or nationalities do you know? How do you deal with the inconsistencies that seem more graphic at this time of year than others? Was this maybe too deep for this blog? Maybe I should’ve just said, “Happy holidays, y’all.” Love to hear your thoughts.

Sneak a Peek Under The Author Cape

Readers seem to want to know more about the person inside the author. So I asked my fellow authors about Gratitude. Do you keep a jar? Do you keep a journal? Could you share just one day’s entry with us?


Kathryn Jane

I make a gratitude post on Facebook every evening. Here’s one from last week.

Gratitude – for the ocean being a part of my life every day,006 for a new home to keep us warm, dry and healthy, for family, and for Bear purring in my lap as I write this post.


Jacquie Biggar

I’m grateful for the gift of living close enough to my grandson Aiden's 2nd place medal for hockey 2016 to pick him up from school and learn about his day as we head to hockey practice. I’m grateful that technology has given him the opportunity to thrive with type 1 Diabetes, and I’m grateful that we live close enough to be an integral part of his life.




Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair

Gratitude for the opportunity to be closer to family and have a place to spread my wings in beautiful Colorado.SOS blog photo - Sam - Gratitude

Gratitude for moving from an overabundant work schedule to time for reading, crafts and, most importantly, writing.

Gratitude for getting back to the parts of me I haven’t experienced for a long time.


Jo-Ann Carson

Gratitude. . .  for the taste of snowflakes falling softly on my tongue in the pre-dawn light, for the sound of wintering ducks swimming in the river and the heronSoS - Blog - group - Gratitude - Jo-Ann heron who stands as a sentinel in my little patch of wilderness (written on a cold January morning)








Melissa Keir

I don’t do a gratitude journal but instead one good friend (my best friend from high school) and I send each other texts each day saying what we are grateful for. This started as we both deal with depression and some life changes. She’s had some major medical problems stemming from a broken neck years ago and while I don’t have the medical issues, I have life changes. Over the last fifteen years, I lost my grandparents, and mom from various illnesses, changed careers more than once and recovered from a divorce. We’ve found that by focusing on the positive in our lives we see that there are more positives.
M: I am grateful for rain rather than snow.Melissa Keir - author pic
K: I am grateful for being able to give.
M: I am grateful for the family recipes that take me back to spending time with my family. Those wonderful years.
K: I am grateful for being able to help my parents, even though it’s not enough for what they have given me.
M: I am grateful for finding new classrooms that I love to teach in.
K: I am grateful for my friends again.
M: I am grateful for not still being married to G*. I think I would have been so much more miserable. Each time I have to interact with him, it grates on my nerves.
K: Of all things, I am most grateful for this time with my mother.
As you can see, we support each other and sometimes a text can lead to a conversation or phone call. I love being on this journey with her because she’s always known the drive to write and been one of the first people, I read my stories to.


Joanne Guidoccio

For over ten years, I have kept a nightly journal where I express gratitude for joyful moments and the many blessings in my life. I aim for five entries and often end up with more.Joanne Guidoccio 001

Here’s what I was grateful for on Wednesday, January 6, 2016:

1. Treating myself to a seven-cheese ravioli entrée while dining out with a good friend.

2. Reaching the 30K word mark in my WIP.

3. Having a mechanic at Toyota reassure me that the sudden appearance of the engine light on my 13-year Corolla was just a fluke.

4. Receiving several emails congratulating me on making the short list in the Chatelaine Awards for Romantic Fiction Contest.

5. An excellent response to today’s post on my blog.

6. Picking up a copy of Pretty Girls by Karin Slaughter.


Sarah Andre

SoS blog photo - Sarah Andre - GratitudeI’m grateful for my little hooligans, Taz (l) and Bo (r) –my life is so much more full because of their cuddles, kisses, and mischievous ways.


Jacqui Nelson

?I’m grateful for family and friends, those who live nearby (close enough to visit) and those who live farther away (far enough to also be grateful for today’s technology that helps us stay connected); for no one ever telling me (in regards to careers or hobbies) “you can’t do that”; for every day getting the chance to embrace my New Year’s resolution to be more positive; for finally finding the perfect gratitude/happiness jar (in an hourglass shape) for recording my journey.


Vicki Batman

Gratitude Journal entries from the beginning of 2016…

Vicki Batman - author pink sweater 4x300Gratitude –  Thankful for a new year.

Gratitude – Grateful I won’t have to see that movie again.

Gratitude – Happy to see my church friends today.

Gratitude – Enjoying being back in the swing of writing by starting book 3.

Gratitude – Strength in my husband.

Gratitude – Happy to be blogging about a Christmas project I made.



Sharon Wray

Every morning, while I make breakfast for my kids, I am grateful. sos blog photo - Sharon Wray - GratitudeGrateful because I prayed for 13 years to have children and when I got pregnant, I found out I was having twins. I’m grateful for the past 16 years of laughter and tears and hugs. I’m grateful for my beautiful family. No matter what else I accomplish in my life, nothing will bring the joy they brought with them when they came into my life.


Veronica Forand

Gratitude for the wisdom and confidence I’ve gained over the years.Sos blog photo - Veronica - Gratitude I’m finally brave enough to live my dream and in doing so, I’ve met the most wonderful friends and have never felt more at peace with who I am. Part of me wishes that I’d had the guts to set forth in this direction a long, long time ago, but I hadn’t been ready. I have more patience now for the long road ahead of me and I’m able to withstand the critics and the naysayers. And my life experiences both the good and the bad fill my head with the rainbow of emotion felt by my characters.

Diana Belchase

I’m grateful for the rain that makes my grass so green, even in January.

I’m grateful for the sliver of the moon that appears in the round window at the bottom of my stairs.

I’m grateful for the sunset that streaks bright swaths of salmon and violet behind the old maple in my neighbors’ yard.

I’m grateful for deadlines that force me to work and bring back creative juices.Sos blog - diana - gratitude

I’m grateful for those who praise my work and for awards that give me the confidence to keep writing.

I’m grateful for criticism from critique partners and judges — they make me strive to be a better writer.

I’m grateful for a new year and a new start where I can put the past behind me and look forward to a bright new future.

I’m grateful for all my mistakes because they’ve brought me to where I am now, made me who I am today, and I like the path I’m on because of them.

Most of all I’m grateful for my husband who makes every day a pleasure and is my partner in this life’s journey. Babe I don’t know what I do without you.



 Marsha R. West
sos blog photo - marsha - gratitudeGratitude for Family members (including Charley, The Dog) who love me, for work that fulfills,
for writer friends who support me,
for beautiful lake house views, soothing and inspiring my soul.

Gratitude for each time I step in the classroom and the opportunity I have to make a small impact on my students’ lives;S.A. Taylor for chocolate, music, wine, and laughter that smooth out even the most challenging days; for my wonderful writing friends who inspire me every day and push me to be a better writer; and lastly for my family who laugh at my bad jokes, don’t think I’m crazy when I talk to them about the characters in my head, and most importantly, provide their continuous love and support during each new adventure.

Jeannie Hall

I am grateful for having patience as I search for a new writing-friendly day job.

I am grateful – so very grateful – for RWA, KOD, and SOS for helping me learn enough about writing to become a published author.

I am grateful that my father is beginning his physical therapy at home as he starts to heal from his recent stroke.

I am grateful for the unconditional love I receive every day from my family, friends, and pets.😊
SOS blog photo - Jeannie- Gratitude
I am grateful for the beauty of the universe and that it is visible to me, even though I spend 60-80 hours at my day job.

Life is good.

What about you?
We’d love it if you’d share some of your gratitude with us!

Momentous Occasions


Those can be anniversaries, birthdays, getting a new job, losing a job, getting engaged, getting married, having a baby, losing a pet. They rip your heart in two or make you feel like you’re on the top of a mountain. Last week I was fortunate to have two momentous occasions, both wonderful. I shared a very special BD with my cousin and on the same day celebrated the release of my 4th book, ACT OF TRUST, Book 2, The Second Chances Series. This book about a Texan is set in my favorite state, Maine.

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Here’s the blurb:

A widow since 9/11 and a mother of grown daughter, Kate Thompson wants to keep her and her daughter safe, but the inheritance of land in Maine pushes her out of her comfort zone in Texas and into the arms of a Maine lawyer.

Maine lawyer and environmentalist, Jim Donovan wants to protect Aunt Liddy’s land and keep it from falling into the hands of the developers, but first he has to convince Kate Thompson she should hold on to the family land when she doesn’t even want to go look at it. However, he’s unprepared for the attraction each feels for the other, but denies exists.

Will they be able to settle the land deal before anyone else is killed or they break each other’s hearts?

This story is personal to me, since my younger daughter and her husband moved to NYC the Sunday before 9/11. A portion of the sale of each book will go to the 9/11 Memorial Museum and Gardens.


You’d like an excerpt, you say? How about this one?

Sunday, August 18

“Who do you know in Maine?” Kate Thompson’s friend Devon Moore fanned the two legal size envelopes she held in her hands. They made a snapping sound, punctuating the quiet of the evening.

Kate glanced at her friend, who’d driven to Fort Worth from her home in Dallas, but she didn’t respond.

“You haven’t opened either one, Kate. The return label reads, James Donovan, Esq., Griffin Harbor, Maine. You keeping secrets, my friend?”

“Oh, foot. I’ve been busy with house showings and just forgot. I got one last week and then the other letter arrived today.” She nibbled at a cuticle on her thumb.

“You realize the Esq. means he’s a lawyer, right?” Devon said.

“You’re going to make me open them, right?”

“Of course.” Devon flipped the envelopes against her thigh.

Kate’s puff of frustration sounded louder than she’d intended. Dealing with a lawyer in a real estate transaction was one thing, but otherwise she’d prefer to keep her distance from lawyers. Red bloomed on her thumb where she’d picked at the cuticle on her left hand again. She grabbed a tissue to stop the bleeding.

She’d had enough of lawyers when settling her husband’s affairs. Time to change the subject. “Where do you want to go for dinner?”

“Anything’s fine with me. You or Addie pick. You know the places here in Fort Worth better than I do. Too bad Kim couldn’t get away from Wichita Falls for a quick visit.”

“She had a family obligation.” Kate couldn’t stop the grin from forming. “You know I’ll pick Italian if it’s up to me.”

Devon handed over an envelope. “Open. You’ll have to stop picking then.” Despite all the products from her make-up company Devon had given her over the years, Kate still picked at her cuticles.

“Okay, okay,” she lowered the drop leaf on the hall desk and lifted out an old letter opener handed down from her grandfather. She slid the long silver blade across the edge of the envelope, the ripping sound grating on her ears. Then she pulled out the one page missive and scanned the words.

“Oh, my goodness.”

“What’s the matter?”

“John’s Aunt Liddy died.”


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Is your workspace creating a health hazard?


I am sure this won’t come as a big surprise to anyone when I say – we sit a lot these days. But did you know the length of time we spend at our workspaces, and how we sit there, can actually create several health hazards?

In an article from The Washington Post, four experts outlined what really happens to our bodies when we sit for eight hours a day. They mentioned a variety of problems including heart disease, an overactive pancreas which can lead to diabetes, soft bones, poor circulation, muscle degeneration, and a host of orthopedic problems like neck and back strain to name a few.



So what’s the solution?

Here’s a 5-tip checklist with several quick and easy solutions to create a “healthier” workspace.


  • Is your computer monitor or laptop screen at eye level? Close enough you don’t have to lean forward or squint to see what’s on the screen?
  • Can your elbows rest on the arms of a chair or are your forearms supported on a flat surface?
  • Is your keyboard on a pull-out tray? If not, is it placed at an angle that keeps the elbows bent at 90 degrees and the wrists slightly flexed?
  • Is your computer mouse located close to your keyboard?
  • Do your feet touch the floor while sitting in the desk chair?

Solution: Here’s a short video with great tips on how to set-up an ergonomic deskspace.


  • Are your shoulders rounded or head leaning forward to look down at an electronic device or a computer screen?
  • Is your lower back pressed firmly against the chair?

Solution: It is important to maintain the natural curves of your spine. Leaning forward with slumped shoulders can lead to headaches and neck problems. Try sitting on a physioball, switching to a standing desk, or adding a rolled towel to maintain the natural curve at your lower back while seated in a chair.

Take frequent stretch breaks to sit up tall, stretch your arms overhead, and roll your wrists clockwise/counterclockwise.


  • Are you fueling your creative process with energy drinks or massive amounts of caffeine?
  • Are your go-to snacks high in sugar?

Solution: Balance the consumption of caffeine with plenty of water. Keep a water bottle handy and infuse flavor with fresh fruits like lemon, lime, or even strawberries and sliced cucumbers for a creative twist.

Picking a snack high in sugar and a low nutritional value may give you a power surge for about 15 minutes, but then you will crash soon after. Choose snacks that nourish your mind, as well as your body, and ward off hunger.

I found six interesting brain foods to consider: blackcurrants, nuts, broccoli, sweet potato crisps, fish, and dark chocolate (my favorite).


  • How often do you stand and take breaks?
  • Are you unable to fit exercise into your busy work routine?

Solution: Set a timer as a reminder to stand and move around. Go for a walk, do the laundry, or even schedule an exercise sprint with a friend. There are several cool computer apps designed to help get you moving. I recently downloaded the Stand up! The Work Break Timer to my phone.  This app allows me to set several time intervals, and a  notification pops up saying, “Take time to stand up. We want you to live longer!”

Need more ideas? Here’s 2 short videos demonstrating great ways to incorporate exercise at your desk and to prevent overuse injuries often found with computer work.



When is the last time you cleaned your workspace surfaces? How about your keyboard and mouse? Your phone?

According to Medical Daily, there are millions of bacteria lurking around on our keyboards, computer mice, and telephones, actually more than the average toilet seat.


In a study performed by University of Arizona professor Charles Gerba, women’s workspaces might look cleaner, but they carry more germs, three to four times more than men. The reason might be “prime germ-transfer agents” such as hand lotions, purses, knickknacks, and cosmetic cases.

Solution: This one is easy to fix . . . clean the workspace regularly. Keep a bottle of hand sanitizer handy and use disinfectant wipes on keyboards, the computer mouse, and all desk surfaces.

One of my resolutions this new year was to revamp my work space, both at my day job, and my home writing space. As a daily reminder, I created an infographic to hang near my desk.

Tips for Healthier Workspace


Click here for a downloadable copy: Tips for Healthier Workspace

I would love to hear from you. Do you have any quick and easy tips to share?

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Memories of Valentine’s Days…Was it all Love and Roses? #Rsos @melissa_keir

Valentine’s Day is celebrated in many places throughout the world. A time for sharingyour love with others. According to Wikipedia Valentine’s Day “…was first associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. In 18th-century England, it evolved into an occasion in which lovers expressed their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as “valentines“). In Europe, Saint Valentine’s Keys are given to lovers “as a romantic symbol and an invitation to unlock the giver’s heart”, as well as to children, in order to ward off epilepsy (called Saint Valentine’s Malady).[6] Valentine’s Day symbols that are used today include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have given way to mass-produced greeting cards.[7]


We thought to find out about the Sisters of Suspense…What was their memories of Valentine’s Day…Was it wine and roses? Or was it tears and frustration? What would make a memorable gift?

Tina Medlock I’m going to make a confession. Valentine’s Day is probably one of my least favorite holidays. I know that’s a weird comment from someone who writes about romance, but I have a very good reason. Every boy I ever dated dumped me on Valentine’s Day. Seriously. It could give a girl a complex. I spent years watching other women get bouquets of roses until, one year, I started buying my own flowers. I was my own Valentine. Then I met my husband and, as our first V-Day together approached, I thought “Finally! Romance!” He got me a manicure kit. I cried.  However, he followed up with flowers and he’s never missed a year since then – because he knows I love them. He still gets me the practical gifts, and does more than his share of the housework so I can write on the weekends, and keeps my e-reader stocked with gift cards. He also had my first book cover framed as a Christmas gift. Because for him, love is practical. And those things last far longer than flowers. (By the way: I still use the manicure kit.) From Mia Kay–Sister of Plot Twists


Joanne Guidoccio 001 I can recall so many lovely Valentine’s Day meals. While memories of the entrées have faded, I can easily call to mind the many decadent desserts I have enjoyed over the years. My favorite – Tiramisù. For anyone who has never tasted this dessert, imagine the following… A light-mocha-flavored-whipped-cream concoction on lady finger pastry soaked in strong espresso with a tantalizing hint of amaretto liqueur. The perfect ending to a Valentine’s Day meal! From Joanne Guidoccio–Sister of Reinvention

Diana PR Thumbnail photo Going out with boyfriend or spouse is always what we hope for Valentine’s Day, but it’s hard when you don’t have that special someone. I invited women who didn’t have Valentine’s Day plans to my home one year — I decked the table with roses I had bought for myself and my best and most sparkliest china. We each contributed a different course — appetizers, salad, veggies, entree, dessert, wine, soda — and had our own special manless feast. Love starts with loving yourself and being with friends sure beats being alone and sad. Reading a great romance can also go a long way to perking up this holiday.  From Diana Belchase–Sister of Secrets
 Jacqui Nelson Author Photo A surefire way to make Valentine’s Day (or any day) memorable is by giving the gift of spending time with someone. That and flowers. One can never go wrong with giving or receiving flowers. Especially pink peonies, which are my favorite:) From Jacqui Nelson–Sister of Wild West Suspense

Vicki Batman - author pink sweater 4x300 As a single gal, I dated plenty. Some gave me flowers for no specific occasion except for the best one, they thought of me. So V-Day was a little unusual when I wasn’t with someone steady, but was okay with it because my dad still gave me a heart-shaped box of chocolates. One rainy V-Day, I came home from work and as I moved closer to my front door, I saw something white stuck in the jam.  I tugged the paper out and opened it, scanning quickly and found a Dear John letter. I was like WHAT???!!! I reread the note, and all of the sudden, I was livid. I felt like a cartoon character with steam emanating from my ears, my face a purplish red. And why? Because if this chump would do it to me, he’d do it to other women, and on behalf of them, he would be getting a piece of my mind. I phoned and phoned. And phoned and phoned. He didn’t answer. All the while my ire increased.  So a friend popped by just to chat, and I thrust the note in her hand. I explained what I felt and done. She burst out laughing and when sober, said, “I have an idea.” She stuck out her hand. “Give me a match.” I got it. And retrieved the match. She walked over to the fireplace, laid the note on the hearth, struck the match and lit one corner. Then she sang, “Feelings.” I –literally—shook with laughter.  I couldn’t let her sing along. “Nothing more than…feelings.” And you may not believe this, but I wrote a story about the whole enchilada (names were changed. LOL) and it was published by the Trues. From Vicki Batman–Sister of Sassy Writing


Pat Amsden We all have Valentine’s Day memories built up over the years. Today I’ll share my Valentine’s Day memory from my first year after my 20+ year marriage had ended. It might have been my choice but that’s beside the point. Valentine’s Day was like a huge open wound to me.  Write HEAs? I think not. I picked that year to start my Death By Chocolate mystery series. And I spent Valentine’s Day choosing the perfect knife to kill someone and then writing the murder scene. Fortunately a girlfriend decided I needed a break and dragged me out to a Sushi bar. So we ate Sushi and drank – I can’t  remember what. I seem to remember a discussion of Japanese Sushi knives but the memory is somewhat foggy. From Pat Amsden–Sister of Romance and Mystery


Marsha R West Memorable Valentine’s Day??? Not for me so much. My sweet husband sends flowers, which I really enjoy. But my emotions around this day are tainted by the many times I was the new kid in school before the days when teachers and principals insisted if you send cards, you must send one for everyone. Too many times my bag was empty or only held a couple of cards. If you don’t know someone as well as the ones you’d been in school with for several years, you’re just not as inclined to give a card. That small, lonely kid still hides inside. For the most part she only makes an appearance on this holiday. Sorry to be a Debbie Downer, not a role I usually play. From Marsha West–Sister of Second Chances

Claire_2522 Valentine’s Day 1985. I was 8 months pregnant with our twins, and HUGE. My husband sent me a balloon that was a giant pair of red lips – at work. If you think I didn’t get ribbed a bit about that! From Claire Gem–Sister of New Gothic Romance

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IMG_1611 My favorite thing about Valentine’s Day is simply the card I receive from hubby. He treats me like a goddess every day, so I’ve been adamant that we celebrate this and our anniversary simply- dinner and a card. He’s one of those old-fashioned gentlemen, a man’s man, who isn’t great at expressing feelings or waxing poetically about his love for me. But boy, can he write about it! So on Valentine’s Day I’ll stumble across several cards in odd spots throughout the day (propped against the coffee pot, in the drawer where I keep my make up,) and the words of love and commitment he’s written inside bring tears to my eyes.  Yeah-I’m the luckiest woman alive. From Sarah Andre–Sister of Riveting Suspense


Sharon Wray Years ago my husband and I were invited to a holiday party at a friend’s house in another state. It was a winter party—a cross between Christmas, New Year’s, and Valentine’s day. It was a catered, semi-formal party in our friends’ new house in the country (re: gorgeous estate). After a five hour drive to the party, and settling into the guest room, I realized I’d forgotten my dress!!! I literally arrived in yoga pants and the only other thing I had to wear was a Rutgers sweatshirt and a pair of jeans for the drive home. Since it was snowing, our friends’ house (re: gorgeous estate) was in the middle of nowhere, and it was about an hour before the party started, I had to resign myself to wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. (and the hostess was a size 0. Yes, apparently, that is a size which means I couldn’t borrow anything) Even though I have pretty good self-esteem, we were seeing a lot of people at this party that we hadn’t seen since we’d left the state a few years earlier. So it’s fair to say I was very upset.  So, while my husband was in the shower, I put on jeans and my sweatshirt and went downstairs to help greet the guests. A few minutes later, I looked up and saw my husband coming down the stairs—in jeans and an old olive green Army T-shirt. Although he’d been out of the army for a few years, he still wore the old cotton T-shirts when he worked around the house.  So he came down the party as if he owned the house (re: gorgeous estate), got me a glass of champagne, and stood by my side. After I whispered Thank you, he whispered back, “Happy Valentine’s Day”.  After almost 30 years of marriage, it’s still one of the best Valentine’s Day gifts he’s ever given me. And I’ve never forgotten it. From Sharon Wray–Sister of Military Romantic Suspense


Veronica Modified My favorite Valentine’s Day memory is from college. My boyfriend (now husband) surprised me with a romantic dinner on the roof of my dorm. He even had a gas burner to heat dinner. It was so amazing to eat on a cold night under the stars with the coolest guy around! From Veronica Forand–Sister of Heart-Stopping Suspense


Kathryn Jane My funniest Valentines memory came when we were vacationing on the Oregon coast and completely forgot about the significance of the date. Valentines fell on a weekend that year, and we nearly had to spend the night in our car because all the hotels, motels, and B & B’s in Gold Beach were fully booked for the big event. It was a scramble, but we got a room on a cancellation, and in the end, even managed to get a dinner reservation! From Kathryn Jane–Sister of Psychological Suspense

Melissa Keir - author pic Valentine’s Day is just another day around my house. We don’t do anything special because we strive to celebrate our love each day. But one year my husband had flowers sent to my work for me. I didn’t know that they were coming and I’m teaching when our secretary comes in with this huge bouquet of flowers. The children were all excited and in awe and I was in tears. From Melissa Keir–Sister of Small Town Suspense



What are your favorite memories of Valentine’s Day? What was your best (or worst) gift?

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Everybody loves to get free things, right? Authors give away free things and we call it “SWAG.” That’s important to me right now because I went to a book signing at the Haltom City Public Library on Feb. 12.

Every year they have a Romance night around Valentines. Lots of fun for the readers because besides meeting authors and buying books, they have a chance to win stuff. I gave two baskets each with two of my books in them, plus other stuff including a $15 GC for a restaurant and some “Valentiney” type stuff—coffee mugs with hearts, hot chocolate packs, a small stuffed animal, chocolate candy, and all the stuff that goes in my swag bags. (Forgot to take pictures of these!😦 )

I spent a day getting ready. Other than buying fresh chocolate (it can go bad, you know), I had all the other ingredients I need to make up my SWAG Bags. After becoming published and before going to my first book signing (when I only had e-books—not fun at all), I struggled with what to use for swag. The first thing I purchased was bookmarks, even if “everyone” now reads e-books and they don’t need bookmarks. It was something concrete to get my name & web site out there.bookmark-2inx8in-h-front (2)

Then people told me you should give away something related to your book. Well, I came up with bags of smelly stuff because that was the scent in the crystal store my heroine in VERMONT ESCAPE bought and crystal droplets—crystal store, got it? I ordered the scents from Amazon (it was the first time I’d ever ordered from Amazon.) At first I tried antique store for the crystals, but that was toooo expensive, so I settled on Michaels. I still have some of these.

Then I decided I wanted to give something that would be useful. I hit on small packs of tissues and note pads, and of course pens. IMG_3179I’m on my third pen now. I had a green one, then black, and now I’ve got turquoise (my signature color). Having a signature color is helpful in a large room of authors. Readers begin to associate you with your color so even when you’re not around when they see that color they think of you.

Here’s what goes into my small swag bags: tissue, notepads, Bitty Booklets, and Bookmarks (from my first two books.) Now I just make the Bitty Booklets. Get them from www.ninthmoon. She does great work. The Bitty Booklets were especially important to me because I didn’t have print books to begin with. Now they’re just a great tease.:) IMG_3176

Would you like to know the approximate cost for each bag?

Here’s the breakdown.

Notepads from Walmart-4 to a pack for 88 cents. So rounded up to .19.

Tissues 3 to a pack from the Dollar Store = 33 cents.

Stickers are 300 for $50 = rounded up to 17 cents

Bitty Booklets 43 cents.

Bags about 20 cents (this varies depending on the bags. I have super cheap ones right now, but I like that their colorful and they are turquoise.

IMG_3180  Sheets of the stickers also from ninthmoon.

Total cost per bag: $1.42 plus chocolates:)

They key is to buy in large numbers to keep the price lower. So you’re out some considerable money, but the product lasts a long time.

Always, always give away chocolate, even if you don’t give anything else.

To begin with, I gave the bags to everyone—yee gods, but that was expensive. Now you have to buy a book to get the bag, but everyone who walks up to my table gets Bitty Booklets and chocolate.

I also gave away books. Four to the library, the three I didn’t have last year, and then an extra copy of my first one, VERMONT ESCAPE when the librarian said they couldn’t keep it on the shelves.:) Boy did that make my day.

Last year I had severe banner envy. Not anymore.


I’m sharing pics of a few of my fellow authors so you can see their swag.

IMG_3183 Kym Roberts

IMG_3182 Jerrie Alexander

IMG_3190 CA Szarek, The Queen of Swag

Click on the pictures to make the larger so you can see the details.

The library event was Friday night. On Saturday, I went to a friend’s book club. Each of them had purchased a print copy of SECOND ACT, book 1 The Second Chances Series, which I released last spring.Second Act 200x300  One of the women was on the board of a local library and asked if I could give her copies. Of course, I did. She and my friend also bought a copy of my latest book. I’m donating $2.00 of each print copy of ACT OF TRUST to  9/11 Memorial.org.

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I’ll write off all the Giveaway books. Having them out in libraries is just super. I’m not making money in the writing business. Yet. I hope to, of course. I have friends who do. I write a niche book. It’s not your typical romantic suspense. I have characters in their 40s and 50s. But I like writing about them. We all have to find what works for us.

I’m not an expert in any of this business, so I hope you’ll share some of what you do for marketing, especially in the SWAG, territory. Or maybe you don’t do SWAG. That would be interesting to hear about, too. If you’re a reader what kinds of things do you like to get? Love to hear from you.


Spring Flings by the Sisters of Suspense

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This second week of March is usually Spring Break for most school districts in Texas. Though I’ve heard a few jumped the gun and celebrated last week. Anyway, I thought you might find it interesting to hear about some of the sisters’ spring break adventures and misadventures. Let’s see what they have to say.

Vicki Batman, Sister of Sassy Writing

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I have to confess, when I grew up, my schools didn’t have Spring Break. Usually, an extra day was added around Easter. My boys had a Spring Break, but not a Fall Break. We didn’t go anywhere because our lives were centered on the company business and my hubby’s travels. When the company first began, we had little money. I did work part-time doing the odd and end jobs at the office, but took off break days so we could go to the zoo, play at the park, etc. Just the fun stuff!

For me, Spring Break is really the blossoming of Spring Time. It all begins in February when the flowering quince outside my office window bursts into dark peachy-pink blooms. Soon the tiniest bees arrive and flit and float from flower to flower. Then the bulbs push from the ground. The flowering peach, pear and plum trees spread their beauty. The grass changes from straw to soft turf.

Spring is breaking soon

Love this description, Vicki! Almost lyrical.


Melissa Keir, Sister of Small Town Suspense

Award winning and best-selling author  www.melissakeir.com

I don’t take vacations during Spring Break because as a teacher, I liked having the week to enjoy with my family. However, we did drive down to Florida one year, shortly after I remarried. Imagine being in a small SUV with four children for the 24 hour drive to Florida to visit my new in-laws. We stayed in some rough hotels along the drive (bugs included) and once we got to my in-laws, we all shared a bedroom, the six of us! Of course, since I had work to do…my computer came with me. A teacher’s job is never done! We did get to enjoy the Florida sunshine but the crowds were too much at Disney. And while we had a nice visit, it wasn’t a vacation we’ve done again.

That’s quite a story, Melissa. Ooooh, bugs!!

Jeannie Hall, Sister of Dark Angsty Suspense

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I was never one who went to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break – I was always a very serious student, so I spent the spring breaks of my youth at home resting and relaxing. However, when I was a teacher, hubby and I always planned a vacation during this time. One of those was to Nags Head, NC. It is so gorgeous there on the beach. There’s so much to do with the Bodie Island Lighthouse, the dunes, and the Wright Brothers Museum  1668116601. We really enjoyed it, and I look forward to going back.

That’s my not-really-wild story! LOL!

Maybe not wild, Jeannie, but very sweet.

Kathryn Jane, Sister of Psychological Suspense

Spring Break hadn’t been invented when I was in school, just Christmas, then Easter.

But when it did first start, I had a friend with a boarding stable who asked if I would like to help him occupy the little girls who’d be hanging out all week at the barn. You can only ride and groom for so many hours, and lots of the girls were dropped off for the day while their parents worked. Plus, lots of the kids shared the school horses.

This, is was my first experience with a captive audience. And let me just say, Wow, I was hooked!

I taught special skills such as how to apply proper leg wraps, special foot care, and a bunch more fun stuff. They sopped it up like giant sponges, and were amazingly quick studies.

I was also very impressed by the school horses and ponies who stood so patiently while having all four legs wrapped by a gaggle of kids ranging from eight to sixteen years old.

I found myself looking forward to Spring Break every year, and a new batch of kids. I haven’t done this now for many years, but satisfy my need to teach by offering a wide variety of online workshops for writers. http://kathrynjane.com/workshops-and-online-courses/

How cool that you got to recognize and use your gift of teaching so soon, Kathryn. This seems like such a perfect Spring Break for you.:)

Stephanie Taylor, sister of Southern Inspired Suspense

My “Unpopular” Spring Break Destination

It was the spring break of 1986. Most of my high school friends headed to popular (and unsupervised) spring break destinations. I chose a trip with my best friend, Jenny, and visited my grandmother, who had just moved to Bradenton, Florida.

One might think a vacation spent in a retirement community wouldn’t sound like much fun. However, my spunky grandmother busted that myth. She had planned a full week of adventure for us, including daily beach trips to Anna Maria Island, several jaunts to flea markets in search of the perfect shell necklace and ring, a Royal Lipizzan Stallion horse show, and even took a boat cruise in the Bay.

I returned home sunburned, loaded down with shell rings and necklaces, and very spoiled from overindulging in the best freshly, squeezed orange juice around. It’s been exactly one year since I lost my grandmother. Those memories spent with her and my best friend are absolutely priceless and a trip I will never forget.


Wow, Stephanie, what a super grandma! She had planned such fun things for y’all to do! I’m sorry for your loss, but what great memories she provided you.

Jacqui Nelson, Sister of Wild West Suspense

Two years ago in February-March 2014, I swapped 28 days of wild spring weather (wind, rain and some fleeting sunshine) in my current hometown of Victoria (on the west coast of Canada) for summer in New Zealand. Having a friend living there made the trip extra easy and enjoyable. We did loads of walking and water activities. We treated ourselves to fine wines, food and some essential cold beer when the heat became a challenge. Every day made for a brilliant memory with too many pictures to share, but here are some highlights: touring the Hobbiton movie set on secluded farmland near Matamata; visiting Rotorua’s Wai-O-Tapu hot springs, boiling mud pools and green sulfur-acid lakes; hiking up Robinson Crusoe type islands (where a boat dropped us off and only came back at the end of the day, fingers crossed); and drinking beer while waiting for a ferry to deliver us to our next adventure. It was one of the most amazing springs I’ve ever had the good fortune to experience.

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 These pictures are awesome, Jacqui, and you get the prize for going the farthest!


Marsha R. West, Sister of Second Chances

My story is similar to some of the others. I didn’t grow up going on spring break vacations. My family wasn’t poor, but we didn’t have extra money for vacations. Our trips were always connected to moving from one place to another.

It wasn’t until I was married and we had children that I learned about spring break trips. My older daughter came home from school asking, “Where are we going for spring break?” because so many of her friends were going someplace. Thus began the annual trips somewhere. When the girls were little we frequently went to Corpus Christi, TX. Beaches, Sand, Boats, and eating lots of fish. Fond memories.

About fifteen years ago we started a series of Spring Break trips with five couples. Each couple took a turn picking and setting up the trip. We’ve had some awesome Texas trips, Salado, Galveston, Boerne, Fredricksburng, Jefferson,  Granbury. Here are a few pictures. Bluebonnets at Fredricksburg, TX.


MRW iPhone 5-14-12 101 Birds carved from trees killed during Hurricane Ike in Galveston, TX We saw a slew of these creations. Amazing.

So is Spring Break a part of your life? What are some of the best places you’ve gone? We’d love to hear from you.

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