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The other day, I was so grateful to see the sun I wrote this poem: After a ten year winter, the sun showed his face. Not in the muted crystal greys of icy air, the collar up shivers and hurried steps, or the muddy browns of leaf carcasses that lie dormant on the decaying lawn. No, it happened like a first kiss, the breath of the breeze caressing the warm embrace of rays working to thaw out my darkened heart. The sun appeared like wagging dog tails and flirty spring dresses, like cherry blossoms pirouetting across my neighbor’s fence, like bare feet and painted toes, and ice cold sweet tea. He showed his face like a long missed lover, someone familiar and cherished and gone for so long I’d almost forgotten the sound of my name crossing his lips, the breathy vowels and long esses wrapped inside a knowing smile that shone when winter ended and the sun showed his face.

With my phone in hand, I get out of the car, walking over to the passenger side so that I’m not next to the busy highway. The ocean spreads out in front of me in both directions, seeming to take up my whole world. I look down at the phone screen. My sleeves have hiked up my arms, and I pull them down out of habit to hide the bruises. I don’t know if he’ll answer. He has no reason to answer. I’m afraid he’ll ignore my call. Worse, I’m afraid he’ll answer and give me hell for the way I disappeared. But I had no choice, just like I have no choice now. . . Set in Oregon and Northern California, Maddie’s story concludes in Hope for the Broken Girl, Book 3 of the Hope series. Scroll through to read an excerpt from Chapter 1. Find it at bit.ly/BrokenGirlKindle.

Two things I’ve successfully kept alive so far, though Cleo keeps eyeing the tree... 😸🌱

Find a friend, and then stay friends for life. Wendy and I have been friends since Jr. High, and I just love her so much. We’ve committed to monthly dinners out, and I look forward to them every time. I’m so fortunate to have a friend like her.

My baby is 19. I’m not quite sure how this happened. One day he was a round faced blue eyed baby boy, and now he’s this handsome man getting ready to make his own way. Not only did Lucas graduate high school this year, but he’s been tapping into his talent for music, producing songs that blow me away. He’s working full time at Acre and was just promoted to barista this week. Lucas is also one of the kindest and most compassionate people I know. He’ll never shy away from a deep conversation, and we’ve depended on him countless times for big jobs around the house. Plus, he’s so easygoing about stuff and completely nonjudgmental, it’s admirable. Anyone can be their true authentic selves around Lucas and know they’re in a safe place. Happy birthday, Lucas. I’m so proud of you. If you want to check out Lucas’ @luc.rev music on Soundcloud, here’s the link: soundcloud.com/user-381315713

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My forever Valentine. ❤️

The other day, I was so grateful to see the sun I wrote this poem: After a ten year winter, the sun showed his face. Not in the muted crystal greys of icy air, the collar up shivers and hurried steps, or the muddy browns of leaf carcasses that lie dormant on the decaying lawn. No, it happened like a first kiss, the breath of the breeze caressing the warm embrace of rays working to thaw out my darkened heart. The sun appeared like wagging dog tails and flirty spring dresses, like cherry blossoms pirouetting across my neighbor’s fence, like bare feet and painted toes, and ice cold sweet tea. He showed his face like a long missed lover, someone familiar and cherished and gone for so long I’d almost forgotten the sound of my name crossing his lips, the breathy vowels and long esses wrapped inside a knowing smile that shone when winter ended and the sun showed his face.

With my phone in hand, I get out of the car, walking over to the passenger side so that I’m not next to the busy highway. The ocean spreads out in front of me in both directions, seeming to take up my whole world. I look down at the phone screen. My sleeves have hiked up my arms, and I pull them down out of habit to hide the bruises. I don’t know if he’ll answer. He has no reason to answer. I’m afraid he’ll ignore my call. Worse, I’m afraid he’ll answer and give me hell for the way I disappeared. But I had no choice, just like I have no choice now. . . Set in Oregon and Northern California, Maddie’s story concludes in Hope for the Broken Girl, Book 3 of the Hope series. Scroll through to read an excerpt from Chapter 1. Find it at bit.ly/BrokenGirlKindle.

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