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New Grandson

I have three granddaughters, and I love them all. Each is precious and wonderful in their own unique way, and I’m so in love with those girls. Last week, a sweet little boy joined the grand-crowd! He’s a doll. When he was three days old, he was admitted into NICU with an extremely bad case of jaundice. My daughter was told by her pediatrician that Max’s numbers were high enough, that he was at risk for brain damage. Who knew jaundice could cause this? No one I have asked, knew this. It is probably rare, but it was still very frightening. Max is now home and snuggling with his mom and dad and Mimi — that would be me — whenever I can get there!

As thrilled and thankful as I am that Max is home and healthy, I can’t help but continue to think about all the babies in the NICU who were not watched over by their mom and/or dad during their stay. How sad this was to me as I walked down the halls and saw these tiny newborns all by themselves. Whether the parents could not be there because their work would not let them off, or whether these babies’ parents simply stayed away, my heart aches.

All newborn babies need their parents. It is quite evident in the delivery room, when they turn their heads at the sound of Dad’s or Mom’s voice, that they already know their parents. When they lie in their father’s or mother’s arms and stare into their eyes, you can see the connection. You can feel it in the room.

I thank God that my new grandson did not have to go through four days of NICU without the continual love of his mom and dad, and I find myself sending prayers to all the precious, innocent babies facing their first journey into this world without the love of family surrounding them and sending them love.  Welcome to our family, Max. We all love you to the moon and back!


Excitement Builds!

The first novel in my CRYSTAL SPRINGS/COMING HOME series is about to hit the stands! Writing this novel put me in touch with all the wonderful times I had riding horses as a kid! Nothing like walking your horse through the Dairy Queen car line and ordering an ice cream cone. Oh, yes, we had some good times with those horses.

I had three: Duchess, a bay, who was so old you had to worry about her possibly tripping. But she was a great horse. I learned to run up behind her and jump on. If I had to do that now…well, I’m smart enough to not even try. Molly, the one I rode the most, was also the most ornery. If she threw you, she just might do her dead-level best to step on you. And then there was Topaz, my favorite, but in all honesty too much horse for me. A beautiful palomino who I taught to shake hands. She followed me around the pasture like a dog, head hanging over my shoulder. And when Molly (who was the alpha mare) tried to kick my mother once, Topaz straddled Mom and turned her hind end toward Molly. See why I so loved Topaz!?

Yes, this series has lots of horses, but even though I grew up with quarter horses, my first two books in this series are set on Thoroughbred farms. Happy reading!