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Inspirational Post Random Acts of Kindness

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Today’s inspirational post is a beautiful post written by Diana Peach – Write and Change the World, featured at Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord from the Archives.


Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Write and Change the World by D. Wallace Peach

A new contributor joins us today for the next few weeks. Author Diana Wallace Peach shares some posts from her archives on Myths of the Mirror.

Today Diana shares her thoughts on random acts of kindness and explores if they can make a difference in this world that is struggling with so many disenfranchised and poverty stricken people. Is there a ripple effect of our efforts closer to home?  Read on…..

Write and Change the World by D. Wallace Peach

Most of us have days filled with small acts of kindness. We smile, kiss hurt elbows, throw tennis balls for our dogs. We pay for a coworker’s coffee and leave a big tip. We call a friend in need, chauffeur teenagers, cook a favorite meal, or pick up ice cream on the way home. These small invisible acts often go unacknowledged, but they travel around in overlapping circles, keep our lives balanced and relationships healthy. We see the results in strengthened bonds, deeper commitment, and abiding love.

But what about those times when we don’t see the ripples? When we toss acts of kindness and compassion into a seemingly bottomless well of suffering and despair? When we perceive no reward for our efforts? When we don’t know if we’re making any lasting difference in our world at all? Some strangers we’ll meet face to face, but most we’ll never know. The poignant tales of their lives will play out in other neighborhoods, other cities, and other lands, unseen and unheard.

In our political landscape, acts of kindness and compassion are often labeled as weak, a waste of time and money, conciliatory, poor investments, and unpatriotic. In a culture that values money over lives, the manipulations are intense.  Continue reading . . .


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Happy Holidays


Guest Post by Tina Frisco – Follow Your Passion

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Today I’m delighted to have Tina Frisco share one of her inspirational posts with us. I think we can all feel that the world is in a tailspin, changing many aspects of life that we may have previously just taken in stride. But it’s a powerful change and Tina’s post is a good reminder to acknowledge, stand up and be counted and heard. Like Tina says:

Now is the time to release old habits and beliefs, open our hearts and minds to infinite possibility, and accept the miraculous life awaiting our participation. It is time to follow our passion and create the world in which we want to live.”

Follow Your Passion

 Image by Lucie Stastkova

Image courtesy of Lucie Stastkova


(For the purpose of this article, passion is defined as a fervid and compelling desire to create that which serves the common good.)


A new Mayan Long Count Calendar began on 22 December 2012. For the ancient Maya, it was a huge celebration to make it to the end of a whole cycle, each being 144,000 days in length.


This new cycle ushered in The Golden Age of Enlightenment, an era of heightened energy awareness that commands our attention and demands our presence. It beckons us to open our hearts and see with our inner eyes. It stimulates us to create and share our light with the world. It insists we focus our intention on being and doing only that which serves the common good.


The effect of this new energy is evidenced in the global call for peace we now experience. The old patriarchal world order is dying; and as with any entity facing imminent death, it is rearing its head and digging in its heels for a last stand. We must not align ourselves with its push for continued existence, for it no longer serves. Its time has come to an end. We must align ourselves with the quickening vibration of Mother Earth. Now is the time to release old habits and beliefs, open our hearts and minds to infinite possibility, and accept the miraculous life awaiting our participation. It is time to follow our passion and create the world in which we want to live.


Upon opening our minds and hearts to this new energy, we are guided to identify that which no longer serves, give thanks for all it provided, and then send it on its way. We are moved to give birth to something new, something beneficial, something powerful. We begin to see clearly the face our passion wears, compelling us to serve its purpose.


Following our passion amplifies our awareness and raises us to higher consciousness. It fashions wings that give flight to our spirits, expanding our visions to behold the expansiveness of the universe and its inimitable possibility. It fills our hearts with gratitude as we experience the ease with which this virtue allows us to navigate the world.


Now is the time for all of us to stand in our power and make a positive difference in the world, no matter the depth or breadth of its reach, no matter the force of opposition. All beneficent creating is significant, regardless of scale, for Mother Earth is a great web. Any action taken by one is felt by all who dwell upon her.


From this point forward, let all action we take serve the good of Mother Earth and all of her beings. Let our thoughts focus on manifesting only that which serves the common good. Let our passion be blessed and our good intention be swift as an arrow.


Energy follows thought. It is time to think, feel, live, and be LOVE.


Where does your passion lie?


Until the next time, my friends… Namaste


©Tina Frisco 2012/2017


About Tina:


Tina Frisco is an author, singer-songwriter, RN, activist, and student of shamanism. Born in Pennsylvania USA, she attended nursing school in New York and lives in California. She began writing as a young child and received her first guitar at age 14, which launched her passion for music and songwriting. She has performed publicly in many different venues. Her publishing history includes book reviews; essays; articles in the field of medicine; her début novel, PLATEAU; her children’s book, GABBY AND THE QUADS; and her latest novel, VAMPYRIE. She enjoys writing, reading, music, dancing, arts and crafts, exploring nature, and frequently getting lost in working crossword puzzles.


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Ani’s Advent Invitation: Christmas Reflections with D. G. Kaye | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Ani’s Advent Invitation: Christmas Reflections with D. G. Kaye

I was recently invited to share a Christmas feature over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo where her 4 Legse Ani has invited writers to share something about Christmas – a letter, a poem, to help Ani fill in the days leading to Christmas. Naturally, Ani leads off all posts with her thoughts. . .

Well, so far, for my campaign to not be dressed in something silly this year..after the antler debacle… I’ve had letters from cats, dogs, and various other creatures, including two-legses. What is really heartwarming is that, seeing a small dog in need of some serious help here, everyone has pulled together, old friends and new, for a fellow creature in (potential) trouble.

And it isn’t serious trouble, not this time anyway. Just a small attack on my dignity….and I don’t have all that much of it that I can afford to lose any more!

Now, lots of two-legses around the blogosphere seem to be ready to help when folks of various species need a hand or a paw… and ‘specially at Christmas. Wouldn’ it be nice if everybody  did the same, all year round? Debby seems to think so too…



D. G. Kaye

‘Tis the season of Christmas filling the air,
When all we’ve observed throughout the year, a gentle reminder, a time to care.

We hear about people dying, starving, homeless or sick,
The tug at our hearts reminds us of the world’s woes and the clock’s tick.

Reflections flood in as sentiment ignites our hearts,
Taking stock of our thoughts before the old year departs.

As we celebrate the season, resides that old pang of melancholy reverberation,
At family gatherings when thoughts divert to loved ones no longer part of our celebration.

Some of us place at the table, an extra chair,
Or a place card in remembrance of one who is no longer there.

The joy at Christmas gatherings, still affords me a tear,
With memories of loved ones lost through the years.

I don’t pull up an extra chair to bridge the sense of feeling apart,
My feelings of loss are kept on those place cards, buried deep in my heart.

The only gifts I wish to receive,
Is for the world to find peace and compassion and give hatred a reprieve.

Return to us the brotherhood of mankind,
Let unity bind us, forsaking evil and all ill will behind.


Originally posted on The Daily Echo

Source: Ani’s Advent Invitation: Christmas Reflections with D. G. Kaye | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Sharing the Sharing – Thank You for the Shares and Reviews for Twenty Years: After “I Do”

More Thanks!


Thank you


I want to thank the so many of you who kindly reblogged and shared the news of my newest book since my last post of thanks. Just to name a few: Adele Marie Park, Annette Rochelle Aben, Jane Sturgeon, Stevie Turner, Christoph Fischer Sue Vincent, Sherri Mathews, Marjorie Mallon, Jaye Marie and if I’ve missed anyone’s reblog, please accept my sincere thank you.


Besides the beautiful blog post shares I came across, there were also a few new blog promos written and two new reviews posted by a few other wonderful writers that shared a post of their own to acknowledge the launch of my new book, Twenty Years: After “I Do”. And instead of reblogging them each day separately, I’ve decided to compile snippets from each of these wonderful posts into one post and hope you will continue reading directly on to their blogs.


Featured On the Reef ~ D.G. Kaye by Sarah Brentyn



On the Reef is a series featuring fabulous indie authors from around the blogosphere and beyond. Titles, covers, and blurbs that catch my eye, new releases, great reads… Basically, authors I’d like to highlight and works I’d like to share with my fellow book-loving word nerds. Happy Reading!


New Release


Twenty Years: After “I Do” by D.G. Kaye

Reflections on Love and Changes Through Aging

May/December memoirs.

In this personal accounting, D.G. Kaye shares the insights and wisdom she has accrued through twenty years of keeping her marriage strong and thriving despite the everyday changes and challenges of aging. Kaye reveals how a little creative planning, acceptance, and unconditional love can create a bond no obstacle will break. Kaye’s stories are informative, inspiring, and a testament to love eclipsing all when two people understand, respect, and honor their vows. She adds that a daily sprinkling of laughter is a staple in nourishing a healthy marriage.

Twenty years began with a promise. As Kaye recounts what transpired within that time, she shows that true love has no limits, even when one spouse ages ahead of the other.

You can get your copy here: 🙂Visit Sarah’s post HERE

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Twenty Years: After “I Do” – Review by Carol Balawyder

I am always enthusiastic about reading a book by D.G. Kaye. I have read all of her books so far and have enjoyed them all. Her May/December memoir Twenty Years: After “I Do” doesn’t disappoint. In fact, it’s probably her best, which is normal I guess. We do tend to get better with practice.

Although Twenty Years: After “I Do” focuses on growing old with a partner who is much older than herself, D.G. Kaye’s message is ageless as she tackles the issues of health, finance, mortality and children with clarity, authenticity and her usual grace.

D.G. Kaye is known for her ability to tell it like it is. There’s no sugar coating here although there is a lot of tenderness, affection, kind heartedness and insight drawn from her life experiences – sharing her life experiences to offer a helping hand is D.G. Kaye’s trademark. Much of her blog is about that and this munificence is evident throughout this book.

The book is an easy and enjoyable read. But make no mistake; it is by no means frivolous or meaningless. Continue reading . . .



John Maberry

We welcome our friend and fellow writer D.G. Kaye to Views from Eagle Peak today. She’s here to tell us about her newest book, Twenty Years: After “I Do”: Reflections on Love and Aging. It’s on my list to read in 2018—I am so looking forward to it!

Along with her reason for writing this book, she offers an excerpt on mortality and a couple blurbs that will make you want to put it on your reading list. Take it away, D.G.!

Front and back covers of Twenty Years: After I Do

Writing this book was a true labor of love. The book stemmed from little things that popped into my head last year when my husband took ill. I was riding a roller coaster of emotions for much of the year with my husband’s health, and it got me thinking about how much had really changed through the years as his aging was happening well ahead of mine. Continue reading . . .


Review: “Twenty Years: After “I Do”” by DG Kaye

Twenty Years by D.G. Kaye

If you follow this blog then you might have gathered that I’m a fan of Debby’s writing. When I spotted this new release I had to grab it right away.

The book is very accurately described in the long title: It is a reflection on one specific relationship that lasted over 20 years with many challenges, which mostly stem from an age gap and health issues. This book touched me especially since I recently got married and – like the author – live with a long – term partner with many health issues.
What Kaye does with bravour is opening up about the problems encountered and how she and her partner have mastered them. Sensitive, humorous and with plenty of heart-felt love for her partner the book addresses important specific and general relationship issues.
I think many of us can learn from Debby, admire her choices and identify with the moments where she admittedly struggled.
Getting her partner back to work, standing by him during cancer treatment and the effects of his illness, planning their life together as couple from the “I DO” until the “R.I.P.”
Above all this, the book is a wonderful homage to her husband, a love story, triumph of love over obstacles and a lovely anniversary gift to her husband.
Having read many of Kaye’s other books I’m pleased I found this memoir that uncovered some unknown or lesser known aspects of her life as writer and wife.
I’m sure this will find a large audience as the relationship advice given is relevant for other couples, too.
Thanks for sharing these wonderful reflections and insights.

Source: Writer Christoph Fischer

This book is live now on Amazon! Get it HERE

Sunday Book Review – Donkey Boy and Other Stories by Mary Smith

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Donkey Boy and Other Stories


Today’s book review is about Mary Smith’s – Donkey Boy and Other Stories – a quick paced, short stories read creating a pause for thought after reading each one.


Donkey Boy and Other Stories by [Smith, Mary]

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Shot through with flashes of humour the stories here will entertain, amuse, and make you think. Mary Smith’s debut collection of short stories is a real treat, introducing the reader to a diverse range of characters in a wide range of locations. A donkey boy in Pakistan dreams of buying luxuries for his mother; a mouth artist in rural Scotland longs to leave the circus; a visually impaired man has a problem with his socks; and a woman tries to come to terms with a frightening gift – or curse.


My 5 Star Review:

Smith brings us some short stories set in various parts of the world. In this book of tales such as Donkey Boy and other stories, they all offer some thought provoking dilemmas and situations where the characters find themselves questioning others and themselves.

In Donkey Boy, a young Pakistani boy is denied education in order to help out with the family chores. When he receives a generous tip from tourists one day, he finds an unfamiliar dilemma with having extra money in his pocket and is forced to decide how he will spend the tip.

These stories are all fictional, but include the elements of moral dilemmas and humanity. Smith can still find a way to inject humor in some of these stories despite an inner sadness some of the themes evoke in her stories. A heartfelt read.

Smorgasbord Laughter Academy – Time for some festive fun and a recipe for disaster | Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life

Some Seasonal humor shared from Sally Cronin

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It’s the Saturday before Christmas and I thought it would be fun to share some of Sally Cronin’s hilarious funnies from her Laughter Academy. This first ‘Reshippy’ (recipe) was posted by Sally last year, and I believe I may have even shared it then, but it’s so worth resharing out of the archives, so enjoy!


Smorgasbord Laughter Academy – Time for some festive fun and a recipe for disaster

Time to start some festive humour… do love Christmas and my thanks to all those who have shared funny images on social media…


Besht Cishmash Reshippy.

  • 1 Cup butter
  • 1 Cup Sugar
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 Cup dried fruit
  • 1 Teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 Teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 Tablespoon Lemon Juice
  • 1 Cup brown sugar
  • 1 Cup nuts
  • 1 or 2 quarts of aged whisky

Before you begin, sample the whisky to check for quality. Good isn’t it?

Select a large mixing bowl and a measuring cup. Check the whisky again as it must be just right. To be absolutely sure, pour a large glass and drink as fast as you can.


With an electric mixer, beat 1 cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 teaspoon of sugar and beat the hell out of it again. Meanwhile at this parsnicular point in time, wake sure that the whixy hasn’t gone bad while you weren’t looking. Open second quart if nestessazy.

Add 2 large leggs, 2 cups of fried druit and beat until high, If druit gest shtuck in peaters, just pry the monsters loosh with a drewscriver.

Example the whiksty again, shecking confistancy, then shitf 2 cups of salt or destergent or whatever, like anyone gifts a shplit.

Chample the whitchey shum more.

Shitfin shum lemon zhoosh. Fold in chopped sputter and shrained nusts. Add 100 babblspoons of brown booger or whushever’s closhest and mix well. Greash ubben and turn the caky tin to 350 decrees. Now pour the whole mesh into the washing machine and set on sinch shycle.

Cheque dat whixney wunsh more and pash out.


Please continue reading at Sally’s blog and enjoy the laughs!


Source: Smorgasbord Laughter Academy – Time for some festive fun and a recipe for disaster | Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life

Guest Post Feature – Multibook Author – Stevie Turner

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Today I’m excited to have over here, multibook author, blogger and friend, Stevie Turner. I met Stevie through visiting other blogs about a year ago, and after getting to know more about her and her writing I was curious to read one of her books, which lead to reading two of her books, leading me to get hooked on her stories and subsequently, now I have approximately 5 other books of hers awaiting me on my Kindle. I’m pretty sure I was drawn to Stevie’s writing because of the subject matter in her books- many pertaining to relationships, issues and resolving, and mostly there is humor to be found in her stories. I suppose like finds like, and so through our mutual writing, Stevie and I have become friends.


Author Stevie Turner



About Stevie:

Stevie Turner retired early from her post as a medical secretary in a busy NHS hospital to concentrate on writing suspense, women’s fiction, and humorous novels. She won a New Apple Book Award in 2014 and a Readers’ Favorite Gold Award in 2015 for her book ‘A House Without Windows’, and one of her short stories, ‘Checking Out’, was published in the Creative Writing Institute’s 2016 anthology ‘Explain!’ Her psychological thriller ‘Repent at Leisure’ won third place in the 2016 Drunken Druid Book Award contest.

Stevie lives in the East of England, and is married with two sons and four grandchildren. She has also branched out into the world of audio books, screenplays, and translations. Most of her novels are now available as audio books, and one screenplay, ‘For the Sake of a Child’, won a silver award in the Spring 2017 Depth of Field International Film Festival and will be read by an independent film production company based in Los Angeles. Some of her books are currently being translated into German, Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese.


I love visiting your blog, and enjoy reading your newsletters. Would you like to tell my readers here what types of articles they can expect to find at your blog?

I usually write about life experiences, and sometimes ‘how to’ posts to help Indie authors (I’ll also re-blog informative articles containing writing tips). Added to this I now run a monthly short story competition, and sometimes use my blog to promote whichever of my books are on special offer.


I know you’ve gone back to work at the hospital part-time and gratefully, you’ve just completed a recent round of radiation therapy (again) and defeated that ugly ‘C’ word heroically. How in God’s name have you managed to write and publish ten books?

The ten books were written in the period from late 2013 to August 2017, most of that time I was off work and at home recovering from one treatment or another.  Now I’m back at work it’s not so easy to find the time to sit down and write.  Also my brain still feels a bit fried from the 30 radiotherapy treatments I had in March/April this year, so I’m not as prolific as I used to be.


I’m in awe over the awards you’ve received for some of your books. Please tell us about the New Apple Award you received for your book – A House Without Windows. And if you’d like to share about some of the other awards you’ve won, please step up here on the soapbox!

I received the New Apple Award in 2014 (Suspense/Thriller category) for my third novel, A House Without Windows.  It’s always been my bestseller, and in fact a reputable media/film company based in New York contacted me out of the blue last month, asked if I was still the rights holder, and requested the manuscript.  I sent it off to them, so watch this space as they say!  It’s the first time somebody has contacted me rather than me sending off the manuscript, so I’m more hopeful about this one.  However, I suppose I’ll still have to endure the usual few months of waiting for an answer, although I had a reply from somebody in the Development team saying that they had received it.


I know you’re currently in the process of creating audio and other language translations for some of your books. Could you share a bit about the process entailed? How did you decide where to have these processes done? Are you using ACX?

Yes I use ACX for audio books.  You have the choice whether to pay the narrator for their services, or share the royalties.  You upload a small part of the manuscript for auditions, and wait for the narrators to get in touch (you can narrate your own book if you want to).  So far I’ve sold 230 audio books and have enjoyed virtual friendships with my narrators.  It’s all good, as they say.

For the translations I use Babelcube.  The royalties aren’t that wonderful as you’re sharing them with your translator and with Babelcube, but it’s still getting your books out there in many different countries.


How exciting that one of your books is being considered by an independent film production company! Do you have any aspirations to become a screenwriter?

For the Sake of a Child screenplay won a silver award in the Depth of Field International Film Festival and was passed on to a film company in Los Angeles.  Due to my radiation brain I started off turning a couple of my novels into screenplays as I couldn’t think of any new topics to write about and I thought it would be interesting to read up and find out how to do it.  Also it seemed there was less competition when sending off screenplays compared to sending off book manuscripts.  However, as I haven’t heard back from this film company either, I can’t really inform you yet as to whether or not it’s all been worth it.

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I think I heard somewhere that Stevie Turner is your penname. Why did you choose to write under a penname? And why don’t I see your photo as an avatar on social media? Do these choices have anything to do with the content in your books?

I have a photo on my website so that readers can see what I look like, but I don’t feel it’s necessary for my mugshot to be blasted all over cyberworld!  Anyone can visit my website (the more the merrier as far as I’m concerned) and there I am in all my glory.

I write non-fiction under my real name, which I don’t want mixed up with my fiction books, hence the penname. 


Now I’m going to ask you if you’re working on a new project? If so, please give us a hint about what the book is about.

I’ve started various novels over the past year or so, but always ran out of steam and enthusiasm after about 15,000 words.  However, I’ve started another one recently which I’m more excited about.  I’m writing from the male point of view, and it’s another family drama.  Goodness knows when it will be finished though…


Stevie Turner - A House Without Windows

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Dr Beth Nichols thinks she has been held captive by Edwin Evans for about 8 or 9 years now. Amidst her grief she often looks back and thinks about her fiancée Liam; theirs was the greatest romance of all. She lays awake at night staring at the one light bulb that is never switched off, and prays that he is still out there somewhere searching for her…

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Please share an excerpt of any one of your books to give us a sense of your writing.

This is part of Chapter 2 of A House Without Windows.  Readers have likened it to Emma Donoghue’s Room, but I actually wrote and published this story before I’d even become aware of her book.  I had based the story on an item of news I’d seen concerning three women being released from thirty years of captivity in a basement:



The months roll past.  I send thought messages to Liam and tell him he is going to be a father.  I knit a whole wardrobe for the baby, and prepare a list of things I will need.  Thankfully Edwin agrees to my requests for a plastic sheet, sanitary towels, and extra towels and nappies.  He has even given me a ball of string and a small pair of scissors when I tell him I will need something with which to cut and tie off the umbilical cord.  The scissors are not overly sharp, but they will have to do.

I am as ready as I can be for the birth.  I am too big to do any exercises now, and so just spend my days knitting and waiting.  I have seen women in childbirth during the weeks of obstetrics training, and I pray to God that I can cope with the pain without analgesia.

I am having a wash at the sink when I feel the waters breaking.  Edwin left me some sandwiches with my breakfast tray, and so I know he has gone to work.  I quell a rising panic and sit on the toilet until the rush of water has passed.  I finish washing and put my nightdress back on instead of day clothing.

Within a short time the first contractions begin.  I relax upon the bed because it seems that the pains are within my capabilities to endure.  I can feel my abdomen tightening with each contraction, and the baby kicking, eager to get out of its prison.  I feel like telling it to stay in there; the prison it is coming into is not much improved on the one it is leaving.

The pains increase.  I have no way of measuring time, and so have no idea how long I have been in labour.  I am hungry, but eschew the sandwiches wrapped in cling film.  From what I have seen of women in labour, whatever they have eaten tends to come back up again.

I stand up and hope that gravity will aid the baby’s expulsion from my womb.  I start to pace the floor, stopping to let each contraction take its course. I can walk nine steps before I have to turn around and go the other way.  I try not to think how two of us will cope in such a tiny space.

The labour drags on interminably. I sip water to stay hydrated.  The pains are making me sweat, and my nightdress is soaking wet.  I am tired with all the pacing, and focus on placing the plastic sheeting over the duvet.  I cover the sheet with towels, and lay on my side on the bed next to the scissors and string.  The pain makes me want to cry, but I need to endure silently and not panic.  I must be in control of my emotions in order to bring Liam’s baby safely into the world.

The focusing on an object does not work.  I smile wryly to myself and wonder how many times I told labouring women to do the same.  It did not seem to work for them either.  Finally I scream at the cold concrete walls, efficient as always at dulling any sound.  Nobody comes to my aid.

At last I feel an urge to open my bowels, and I know this is the last phase of childbirth.  I brace my back against the bedhead, grab my knees, and push with all my might.  My hand can feel the baby’s head presenting in the birth canal.  I wait for another contraction and push again.  I scream with pain as another contraction tears through my body, and give another push that threatens to almost stop my heart.

The shoulders are out.  One last push and I have my baby girl.  Her lungs are wonderfully efficient, and she turns from purple to pink.  She is alive.  My ordeal is almost over.  All that is left is to massage the fundus to encourage it to contract and expel the placenta.  One last contraction and push, and the placenta lies on the plastic sheet.  When the umbilical cord stops pulsing I tie it off with string close to the baby, and then a few inches further down, and then cut it in the middle of the tied section with the scissors.  My baby is a separate entity; there are now two of us in prison.

Clutching the baby I wash us, pad myself up, dress the baby, and tie the placenta and bloodied towels up in the plastic sheet for Edwin to burn.  I lay down and put the baby to my breast, who I can see will look the image of Liam.  I celebrate the birth by eating all four of Edwin’s ham and tomato sandwiches.


You recently put out a new edition of your book formerly titled – The Porn Detective by changing the title to Mind Games and gave it a new cover too. Please share with us what prompted you to make-over this book?

I was told by an agent back in 2014 that she might be interested in representing me, but that I needed to re-write the whole book in the third person (I originally wrote it in the first person), start the book with some kind of conflict, cut out many of the events, and give it a new title as readers might think it was erotica.  I thought to myself: ‘Sod that, I can’t be bothered, it’s fine as it is’.  It took me three years to realise that she was right. There were too many events described, and I needed to cut some out and focus on just a few.  So I did.  I re-wrote the whole story in the third person in late 2016/early 2017, sent it off to her, and never heard from her again!  However, the story is much better now I think, so it wasn’t a total waste of time.  I also changed the front cover so that readers could see the difference.

Mind Games


I think I really connected with you after reading your memoir – Waiting in the Wings learning about your relationship with your mother Dot. All your other books are written as fiction, but are those stories in your books really fictional?

Mostly yes, although like any writer I tend to add in a few of my own experiences along the way.  It’s up to the reader to decide for themselves which parts are fictional and which aren’t!



Waiting in the Wings


Thank you so much for visiting with us here today Stevie, and for sharing some insights into your writing and some insights into creating audio books and translations. A House Without Windows is the next book of yours on my list and after this juicy excerpt, I can’t wait to read it! I hope my readers will check out your books and find them as captivating as I do.


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Ani’s Advent Invitation – You are never too old to be loved by Sally Cronin | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Inspirational Post – You are Never too Old to be Loved

Inspirational Posts shared by DGKaye


Today’s inspirational share is a reblog of Sue Vincent’s Advent Invitation featuring a beautiful heartfelt story by Sally Cronin.


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Ani’s Advent Invitation – You are never too old to be loved by Sally Cronin

Well, it snowed a bit here yesterday… not much, not even long enough for me to play out…and then it all disappeared. It is all very well her heaving sighs of relief, but I was looking forward to a long snowy walk! Still, she says that mysterious ‘they’ say we may have lots of snow this weekend. Mind, she says they often get it wrong too… But she’s got her hat and her boots by the door and that big fluffy coat that makes her look like a short-legged yeti… so I think she thinks they may be right this time…

I love playing in the snow. Quite apart from the fact that it might save me from having to have a bath before Christmas, it is really good fun. She plays out for ages when it snows and we walk miles. And while she throws snowballs for me and does things with the camera, I get to follow tracks and scents and everything is really different and exciting!

But it is always best when you can share. Sally Cronin is good at sharing… she helps lots of people on her website and, if you read about her dog Sam there, you’ll know she ‘gets’ the whole dog thing… You could read the new story she sent me too…

Image: Sally Cronin

You are never too old to be loved

by Sally Cronin

He was getting on a bit in years, his eyesight was very dodgy, and his hip was definitely causing him jip. His teeth were still okay; he still enjoyed his meat slightly chewy, instead of that pap that they gave the real oldies in this residence. And if truth be told, despite his advanced years there was still a little fizz left when it came to the ladies. In fact there was a rather saucy looking old gal in the residence four down from him, who despite the silver threads through her glorious mane of hair, still had a twinkle in her eye.

Making his mind up to make more of her acquaintance later when they were all out in the garden enjoying their daily exercise, he closed his eyes to have a quick nap before lunch. He dreamt of a luscious garden full of the scent of flowers, as well as the laughter of children as he chased them around the apple trees. Two hours later he woke with a feeling of sadness, knowing that he would never see those children again. They were grown now and had no thought of him as he sat alone in this place.

There were visitors, who came from time to time, but this was a residence for the elderly and whilst they were well taken care of with amusements laid on and so called enrichment programmes, they all felt the loss of being part of a family. They would talk about it amongst themselves when they were resting in the shade of the garden; out of breath from their recent exertions. They had to accept that they were not going to see the outside of this place again and had better make the best of it.

One day they woke up to see the garden covered in snow and some of the more elderly residents declined the invitation to go out for their usual daily exercise; choosing instead to huddle under the blankets and watch through the windows of their rooms. He, however, was made of sterner stuff. He remembered the fun he had enjoyed with the children; lying in the snow whilst they covered him from top to tail until only his head could be seen. He was not sure if he lay down in the soft snow now, that he would be able to get up again with his dodgy hip. Continue reading . . .

Source: Ani’s Advent Invitation – You are never too old to be loved by Sally Cronin | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

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