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When I was a child, I thought adults knew everything, especially grandparents. I was wrong. The older I become, the more questions I ask. Magic is everywhere, but we are too blind to see it. I marvel that we are all unique. There are no two snowflakes alike. It has been discovered that trees communicate. Mother trees help seedlings to grow. I marvel at nature’s coding. Seeds contain instructions. With the proper soil, light and water, they flourish.

Humans struggle for balance between freedom and government. Bees and ants have complex societies, which provide food, shelter and protection. Worker bees can carry half their weight of pollen in hairy receptacles on their hind legs. Ants carry loads much larger than themselves.

Look at yourself to see an awesome creation. Think of the complex systems that keep you alive without your direction. Bones mend and antibodies attack illness. Food breaks down to usable nutrients, cells grow, blood flows, waste excretes, oxygen and carbon dioxide exchange. The brain is the command center for our ability to think, talk, feel, see, hear, remember, walk, breathing.

Stopping to smell the roses taught me to look beyond what I took for granted. Creation is magic, more mysterious than coincidence, accident or human creation. Explore the unseen, for it is more than the seen. The joy is in the discovery journey.

Westwind Secrets

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Devastated by her husband’s infidelity, romance writer, Mysti Wade, loads her personal possessions into a rented trailer and sets off to claim her unseen inheritance with her rescued hound, Zak. Left by her estranged grandmother, the Second Empire Victorian mansion on Rhode Island’s Narragansett Bay is thirty years past prime condition. The estate has no money for maintenance and repairs. Stuck, with meager means and no place to go, Mysti stays, despite rumored ghosts. When a drifter, Harry Pearson, shows up during a severe thunderstorm, she agrees to let him live in the carriage house in exchange for work. Soon, the tumbledown, brick fortress, springs back to life with mowed lawns, tended gardens, rebuilt porches and painted trim, but invisible evil shrouds the property. Broke, and heartbroken by her failed marriage, Mysti abandons a romance novel to write a mystery, using reality for inspiration. Oblivious to danger and driven by an unexplainable force, she delves into her grandmother’s accidental death and squandered assets with skeptical eyes. Bodies drop to protect guilty secrets, some buried for generations. Walking a tightrope to stay alive and protect her dog, Mysti Wade exposes deceit, greed and murder. Justice is served!

Sail on, my Captain

Sixteen years ago I wrote the following lighthearted poem in honor of my husband Roger and two friends, Roger and Mike, who raced our sailboat in the 1998 National Catalina Race held in Westbrook, Connecticut.  They took first for the tall rig division in all three races.  Yes, readers, the sailboat’s name was Sloopy, the inspiration for the fictional 36 foot sloop that Liz and Garret live aboard in Murder in Mystic, Murder in Newport and Two Headed Snake of Key West.  Our Sloopy was fast and my husband could make a mighty Margarita.

I am sharing this with you in memory of my husband, who passed away on July 1, 2014.  Sail on, my captain.

 

The pressure was on

To win a glass cup

Each silently prayed

He wouldn’t screw up

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The guy thing, you know

Machismo, at best

The challenge would come

They’d be put to the test

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The good Lord was laughing

As they hoisted the main.

These three would need blessings,

And more, it was plain

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Wine made from water

Was easy for sure,

But Roger, Mike, Roger

Three races endure?

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The task was immense

But these were nice guys

He raised His arms up

And Sloopy did rise.

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She raced to the finish

Three bullets to boot

Miracles do happen.

There’s proof in the loot.

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The lesson each learned,

To celebrate life

Believe in oneself

Be good to your wife.

Soul Journey

How long I’m here

I do not know

To choose the path

On which to grow

 

One’s steep with rocks

and overgrown

The other flows

to parts unknown

 

My choice to float

the river’s race

Without a care

Or effort placed

 

But soon I find

I’m in a scrape

Rapids, boulders

There’s no escape

 

Learn to paddle

Find the courage

Steer my vessel

Dodge and portage

 

I’m here to learn

Life’s lessons taught

To grow my soul

To give it thought

 

I take the task

Where’er I roam

It’s mine, all mine

‘Til going home

Margarita Recipe

Garret’s Key West Margarita

Fresh squeezed juice of 6 Key Limes

1 jigger of silver tequila

1 jigger of Triple Sec

1 jigger of Rose’s lime juice

Shake vigorously.  Pour over ice.

Float ½ jigger of Grand Marnier on top

Enjoy!  Repeat as needed!