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Tuesday Afternoon Ramblings

About the only way to get them in a picture together…

I’ll be with my sons for the next week, so I probably won’t be writing many entries while they’re here.  I haven’t seen them since August, and even though we talk four to five nights a week, there’s nothing like holding them, hearing their laughter in person, and playing for hours on end.  My creative energy needs the rejuvenation they give me.  Anyone who knows me knows how much my boys mean to me and how difficult this time of year is without them.

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions; in my experience, they rarely work and often solidify bad habits even more than before the attempt to change for the sake of a new year.  Instead, I prefer to reflect on what was positive in the previous year that I can build upon and what was negative that I can eliminate.  This year, I have a lot of positive, the most notable of which is my affiliation with Seventh Star Press.  2012 is going to be a great year for The Brotherhood of Dwarves series.  I also made great progress on the farm, and even though that project has had to be put on hold for now, I still have a lot of confidence that we can get it off the ground.

The negative I’ll keep personal, but I learned a lot of valuable lessons this past year.  I will take from those lessons and grow as a person.  I’ll learn to appreciate and be more grateful for my blessings, and I’ll try harder to let go of the past and move forward into a better, healthier tomorrow.

Happy early New Year’s to all my family, friends, and readers.  May 2012 be a great year for you and yours.

Birthday Ramblings


Today, I turn 39, and let me tell you, it’s been a wild ride.  For me, getting older doesn’t bother me because I recognize that it beats the alternative.  When I was 16, I nearly died, and while it took a few years to learn the lesson and embrace the gift I’d been granted, today I recognize that every moment of the last 22 years has been “bonus” time that I shouldn’t have had.  I won’t lie and say my life has been easy or I’ve reached the level of success I expect for myself, but I am proud of the things I have accomplished.

Nothing in this life is promised.  Nothing is guaranteed.  On this day, I’m merely grateful for another day to speak to my children,  another day to write on this blog, another day to enjoy the sun.  I don’t mind the gray in my beard or the weakening of my muscles or the little aches from old wounds.  To me, those are merely reminders of that day in 1989 when I nearly lost it all.  I’m grateful for all I’ve experienced in the last 22 years, the good and bad, because each moment has given me fuel for my creative fire.

I hope to live at least another 39 years.  I hope to write more books and more blog entries.  I hope to grow old and watch my sons become men.  I hope to grow as a person, gain more wisdom, learn to forgive, and let go of the past.  I hope to retain my kindness and compassion, because no matter what the selfish and greedy may believe, being kind and compassionate to those in need are the paths to happiness and self-contentment.  I’m still a work in progress and don’t claim to be perfect.  There are many lessons left for me to learn.  If I’m lucky, I’ll learn to be more patient with people, learn to show my love more fully, learn to be kinder to myself, and learn to forgive others.

My only selfish wish for my birthday is to sell a few books today.  So if you want to do something for my birthday, the greatest gift you could give me is to spread the word about my series and the newest release.  That’s all for now.  Hope everyone has a wonderful day.

Sunday Evening Ramblings

Last night, Mari took me to a birthday party for the father of a good friend of hers.  The man, who turned 90, immigrated from Spain to Cuba in his early 20’s and, then, fled Castro’s dictatorship at 45.  At 90, he is more vibrant, more full of life, and more full of joy than most people I’ve encountered, despite having experienced so much turmoil and difficulty in his lifetime, and his party was a celebration of Spanish heritage and Cuban culture.  The teenagers danced traditional dances, and everyone sang Spanish songs.  His daughter-in-law told jokes, and he relished the youth and energy, smiling all night.  In short, it was a wonderful experience.

His and his son’s lives are symbols of all that makes this nation so wonderful.  Paco, the father, was welcomed into our nation to escape a totalitarian regime that controlled every aspect of its citizens lives.  Once here, he worked hard to provide for his children and offer them better lives than he had.  Frank, the son, studied accounting in college and has built a very successful real estate business.  He is proud of his Hispanic heritage and embraces that culture as his roots, but he is first and foremost an American.  Whenever I am around him, I soak up his intelligence and passion for life.  He’s a living, breathing example of the American Dream.

Last night was a great experience for me, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to have been welcomed into their home and allowed to share in their celebration.  Life is a beautiful thing, and I’m a fortunate person to have such so many great friends, family that loves me, and the two best sons a man could ask for.