Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from April, 2017

Read an excerpt from my latest YA novel.

No, I haven't forgotten all my blog friends. Life just got crazy this week. That is a lesson in itself. Sometimes we just need to get out of the way so that life can throw a few requisite curve balls.

But, you don't want to hear about my issues, especially when they are of the negative variety.

How about playing helping me with one of my latest writing projects? It is unpolished and there are gaps to fill, but I am loving the concept so far.

Here is a little excerpt from Lila Rose and the Unibrow:

CHAPTER: A Day With Pastor Larry As soon as I entered the front doors of Sacred Sanctuary, I instinctively knew that things had changed. Without Jay’s presence, a bit of the joy I normally felt was gone. Even though she always felt at ease here, Jay was a big part of the reason for that feeling. I really couldn’t put a finger on why I had come to the church anyway. There was no youth group today, the praise team was not practicing, and there were no tutoring sessions. It was just routine …

Read an excerpt from my latest YA novel.

No, I haven't forgotten all my blog friends. Life just got crazy this week. That is a lesson in itself. Sometimes we just need to get out of the way so that life can throw a few requisite curve balls.

But, you don't want to hear about my issues, especially when they are of the negative variety.

How about playing helping me with one of my latest writing projects? It is unpolished and there are gaps to fill, but I am loving the concept so far.

Here is a little excerpt from Lila Rose and the Unibrow:

CHAPTER: A Day With Pastor Larry As soon as I entered the front doors of Sacred Sanctuary, I instinctively knew that things had changed. Without Jay’s presence, a bit of the joy I normally felt was gone. Even though she always felt at ease here, Jay was a big part of the reason for that feeling. I really couldn’t put a finger on why I had come to the church anyway. There was no youth group today, the praise team was not practicing, and there were no tutoring sessions. It was just routine …

Achoo!

Multiple Sclerosis might not define me, but I am not so sure about seasonal allergies. I used to tease that there should be a marketable purpose for phlegm because my  body produces it at alarming rates. As far as I know I am not officially allergic to anything other than feathers (really?), but these spring days of earthly awakenings tell me otherwise. 

So, my over-the-counter Zyrtec is my constant companion these days and I always have a tissue at the ready. How about you? The pollen getting to you?

Welcome Spring!

Lisa

Achoo!

Multiple Sclerosis might not define me, but I am not so sure about seasonal allergies. I used to tease that there should be a marketable purpose for phlegm because my  body produces it at alarming rates. As far as I know I am not officially allergic to anything other than feathers (really?), but these spring days of earthly awakenings tell me otherwise. 

So, my over-the-counter Zyrtec is my constant companion these days and I always have a tissue at the ready. How about you? The pollen getting to you?

Welcome Spring!

Lisa

Pretty picture

Isn't this beautiful? Just saw it on Face Book.
Nice way to start the day!

Pretty picture

Isn't this beautiful? Just saw it on Face Book.
Nice way to start the day!

After the Fall

It has happened to all of us, some more frequently  than others: The Fall. I am not talking about vibrant foliage and the crisp temps of my favorite season. I am talking about that dastardly event that warns of broken bones and colorful bruises. It can happen in seconds and, in my case, without warning and accompanied by some type of weird memory loss. I rarely remember exactly how it happens. I am just suddenly on the floor. Or, in the case of Friday night, on my back in the middle of my outside concrete porch. 
Yep, that's right. All I remember is moving in the direction of the back door, and, BOOM!, my head hit the stone siding of the house, my right hip bounced as it connected with the hard surface of the floor, and I was down. D-O-W-N.
I think I actually nearly passed out. 
I made it into the house and to the bathroom, feeling for broken skin on the right side of my head the whole time. There was no blood, but I felt the early signs of the proverbialgoose egg that was forming. A…

After the Fall

It has happened to all of us, some more frequently  than others: The Fall. I am not talking about vibrant foliage and the crisp temps of my favorite season. I am talking about that dastardly event that warns of broken bones and colorful bruises. It can happen in seconds and, in my case, without warning and accompanied by some type of weird memory loss. I rarely remember exactly how it happens. I am just suddenly on the floor. Or, in the case of Friday night, on my back in the middle of my outside concrete porch. 
Yep, that's right. All I remember is moving in the direction of the back door, and, BOOM!, my head hit the stone siding of the house, my right hip bounced as it connected with the hard surface of the floor, and I was down. D-O-W-N.
I think I actually nearly passed out. 
I made it into the house and to the bathroom, feeling for broken skin on the right side of my head the whole time. There was no blood, but I felt the early signs of the proverbialgoose egg that was forming. A…