I’m Baaaack!!!

I know, I’ve been gone for a while. Sorry about that. I’ve been experiencing computer problems. First my laptop crashed and burned – in other words it just stopped working one day, for apparently no reason – it probably just died of old age! When I tried to have it fixed, it took the technician over two months to let me know that it couldn’t be fixed. So I purchased a new one and now I’m experiencing issues with that one. Sometimes, don’t you just wish they would just stop messing with a good thing and let it be. Not-so-youthful people like me have a hard time relearning these kinds of things. But, of course leaving things alone would be too simple and we’d never have an excuse to buy new products – right? Isn’t that what consumerism is all about?

Anyway, with any luck, I’ll get the bugs worked out soon and won’t have to rely on other people’s computers to get these posted – which is nearly impossible these days.

Has anyone else noticed that spring has finally arrived? Some days it’s still chilly in the mornings, but, with a few good leathers and a ski mask specially made for biker’s, I can still jump on my bike and ride that to work.

Some people may call me crazy and that’s alright, maybe they have a point, but as long as I’m dressed appropriately, I stay warm and love the brisk air and the early morning rides. And when people ask why I do it, I explain in ways they can all relate to – its all about economics – the difference between 25 miles per gallon (my car) and 50 miles per gallon (my bike). Everyone understands that, especially these days.

What most non-rider’s don’t understand is that it is so much more than that. Those of you that ride a motorcycle can remember what that first ride of the season feels like: that all consuming excitement, the feel of the large engine roaring to life and rumbling beneath you. The moment you kick the trany into gear and feel it catch as you slowly let the clutch out. And when you lean it into that first corner on your way out of town, you feel the excitement build until you just want to shout for joy. And when you quickly speed up until you’re at cruising speed and feel the vibration of the big engine and hear the roar of your loud pipes, you can actually feel the throbbing deep within your soul, and believe me, it’s something that never leave you – it stays with you forever – that memory, that craving for more – is the ultimate addiction. I have heard it called an ‘orgasmic experience’ and I would say that it’s pretty darn close.

I have a wonderful friend, his name is George, and he lives in a local nursing home. He’s 90 years old, but he watches for me and my husband to come to visit. He used to ride a 1945 Harley, back in his hey-day. Even though he didn’t ride for more than a few years, he still remembers and dreams about it. So when we ride in on our bikes, he wheels his wheelchair out to see them and he gets that far away look in his eyes as he remembers what it was like. So don’t try to tell me the feelings are forgotten, not when I see the look in Georges eyes when he sees us riding in.

Hey! Can you tell yet that I’m a motorcyclist? OH YEAH!

And I’m SOOO glad it’s spring.

Happy Riding!

Do You Believe?

I’m very sorry that it’s been a while since I’ve written a blog. What can I say? I’m a rider, so when the weather’s nice, I’m going to spend my time on my motorcycle. But, I’ve also had several things that have been weighing heavily on my mind and was having difficulty coming up with a good way to approach them so I don’t offend anyone, but, I’m not sure that’s entirely avoidable. So I apologize now if I offend you, but some things are just too big to keep my mouth (or hands) shut.

By now I’m sure that most of my readers know that I’m a Christian and proud of it. I have no issues with most other religions as long as they teach love, kindness and forgiveness, but I do believe in God and have accepted our Lord Jesus Christ as my personal savior.

That said, I would like to share some rather frightening information with you. And those that are not Christians may believe these things are coincidence or some kind of natural anomaly, but there is another possibility that we may want to take into consideration.

Many people have told me that they believe that Revelations (the last book of the New Testament) is upon us. For those that don’t know the Bible, may not understand that Revelations speaks of the end of the known world. But, John the Apostle wrote Revelations, not as a threat, but as a promise to those who believe in God and Jesus.

Rev 1:8 states, “And the Lord says, I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, the one who was, and the one who is coming, the Almighty.” This is the prediction of the second coming of Christ. Rev 6:2 speaks of the coming of the ‘antichrist’ and how he will bring a false peace. Rev 6:3 speaks of wars set upon the earth that will test the Christians. Rev 6:4 speaks of famine, and Rev 6:5 speaks of death – together these are the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. Rev 6:12 tells of a great earthquake and the sun becoming black and the moon becomes red as blood. Rev 6:13 And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth.

Well, I think you kind of get the message.

Now, I wasn’t sure I believed these predictions until I saw a ‘youtube’ video that I want to share with you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmW3WLfbYNM

I’m not one that likes to watch all the doom and gloom on the television, so I was not aware of all these things, but, when I saw this, it made me wonder if the “Revelations” predictions aren’t fairly accurate. So, is there anything we can do? Every ‘apocalypse’ film we see, man has a solution for it. But, I’m not too sure there is any way out of this – if God says it’s our time, then it’s our time. If there’s a way out, then it will be obvious that God has not pronounced our sentence, yet.

There is so much turmoil in our world and I can see the work of Satan all around me, everyday. And the only way to combat the work of Satan, is through God, and the only way to God is through the Lord Jesus Christ.

So, I ask you – Do You Believe? Maybe it’s time to reevaluate your life and see if it might not be time to accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior, too.

Where’s This All Going?

I’ve been sitting here wondering what I need to write about for this blog and then I realized that the reason that I write these is to introduce myself to the world; who I am, what I do, what I like and who I hang out with. But, the main reason I’m doing all of this in the first place is to introduce you all to my book, Crystal Jade. But, it seems that I’ve done very little to tell you about my book, or soon to be books.

I’ve been writing for my own pleasure for many years. Apparently I’m one of these people that get bored easily. I need to have my mind stimulated constantly, unless I’m asleep. But, television holds little interest to me. I rarely find anything on the ‘tube’ that will hold my attention for more than a few minutes. So I read, but there’s only so much I can take of this before I get bored with that, too. I guess that’s when I started writing my own books.

Crystal Jade was probably about the fourth book I wrote. The previous three were not fit for publication in any sense of the word. As a matter of fact, I only allowed one of those to be read by someone other than myself. But, they were really good practice for me and a real learning experience.

Crystal Jade all started with a simple conversation with my daughter, April. One day when she was maybe 12 or 13 years old. She had come in and was nearly in tears when she asked why I named her ‘April’. I had to explain that it wasn’t my choice, but one that I went along with when her father suggested it, because the name reminds me of spring, with flowers blooming and the spring rains that wash away the winter and the grass growing in the yard, smelling so – green.

Naturally that didn’t satisfy her and she asked me, “So, mom! What name did you have picked out for me?” I told her my choice had been Crystal Jade. The jade green eyes tend to run in my family and I figured that would be a great name for her (provided she ended up with the green eyes – which she didn’t). She loved that name and was mad that we hadn’t named her that until I reminded her that she didn’t have the green eyes.

It was at that moment when a picture formed in my mind for the first chapter of the book. I knew exactly what it needed to be. And as I wrote that vision down, the story grew to what it is today.

Of course, books are never that easy. It went through many revisions before I was finally led to the conclusion that was always meant to be. I firmly believe it was a force of God that brought me to the conclusion for that book.

I’d bet that I’d written at least four or five prior versions of the last 10 chapters (or more) before I finally came to the one that needed to be there. I was riding down the highway on my motorcycle one day when I finally visualized what the end of the story needed to be. And I must admit that my son being in Iraq at the time probably had a lot to do with the way this book took a dramatic twist to include terrorists as the ultimate antagonist. And it was this theme that I carried through to the next two books in the series.

Stormy Daze is the second book in this series and this book will soon be available as an e-book. If you would like a preview of this book, please send a comment with your email and I will send you the first chapter of this book.

Broken World is the last book in this series and I will make the same offer – send me a comment with your email and I will send you a preview of the first chapter. I honestly believe that once you have read this teaser, you will just have to read the rest. But, as with most series books, they are much more meaningful when read in the correct sequence.

Ultimately, my end goal for these books is to use them as a warning to us all. That if we don’t get involved with what our government is doing, than we have only ourselves to blame when we lose our liberties and find ourselves at the mercy of our government.


Happy Valentine’s Day

As holidays go, Valentine’s Day isn’t one of the big one’s, but it is the one day out of the year when we think about honoring those we love the most.  Does this mean that we don’t love those around us the rest of the time? I sincerely hope this isn’t the case.

It just seems to be a reminder to do something nice for those we love.  So if Love makes the world go round – what makes it spin the rest of the year?

I honestly believe that we need to recognize the love we feel for those that are closest to us, every minutes of every day of every year.  And not just on this one special holiday that was designed to celebrate love in its many forms.

There is so much controversy about whom we may love.  How old they should be, how many we’re allowed to love at any one time, and even what sex we should be allowed to love.  But, being a pragmatist at heart, I believe that if God and Jesus are all about love, then why should it matter, who we love?  Or better yet, love every person on the planet, and I’m not talking about the non-physical variety of love.  If more people loved and respected our fellow man, this planet would be a much better place to live in.

“Love they neighbors” is the golden rule – right?  But, I don’t think God intended it to mean, physically .  To love our fellow man (or woman), means to care about how that other person feels, what’s important to them, and how you can make their lives richer.  It seems that many of the people on our planet have forgotten this basic rule, and as a result, have made many places in our world, frightening places to be.

So, I’d like to challenge everyone today.  When you see someone you care about, give them a hug and tell them something nice – like, “I’m so glad you’re here or Have a nice day or You’re a very special person or simply, I love you”.  Just by recognizing them will make them feel special.  You will be shocked at just how effective you will be at gaining friends, sometimes even very close friends.

And husbands – you don’t have to give her candy and/or flowers to show you care (yeah it does help, especially if you’re in the dog house) but, find some simple little ways to show her you care.  A strong hug, a deep kiss, a little help in the kitchen, or just sitting and enjoying each other’s company while watching a good movie – or just let her kick back for the night and read a good book.  You would be surprised just how much she’ll appreciate you.  Gee, you might even get out of that dog house.

Just remember, you don’t have to wait until Valentine ’s Day to show someone you care.  Surprise that special someone any time.  You will see for yourself how you just made that person’s day so much brighter.

Happy Valentine’s Day

The Passing of Time

I was recently informed of the passing of one of my uncles. I know, most all of us go through these sad times and go on with our lives. It’s not always easy to move on. God knows we all try. But, when it’s someone we’re close to, we never really forget.

Ten years ago, I lost my oldest brother to cancer. That was one of the hardest days of my life. But, it was made even harder because my father was lying in his bed crying for his lost son, as he, too, fought his own battle with cancer. They had discovered they had the dreaded disease only about a couple months apart. They had gone through radiation together and supported each other through the chemotherapy. But, in the end, it was my brother that led the way and gave dad permission to let go as well.

Twenty six day after my brother passed into the land of glory, my dad left us to find his way to heaven and to be reunited with his first born son – leaving both my mother and my sister-in-law grieving widows.

I have been asked why I became a Born-Again Christian. And I rarely expound on the actuality. But, I went through a terrible time after these losses and it was this time in my life when I started looking at death as a pretty good way to find some relief from the grief I felt every day. I suppose that clinically you could have considered me to be suicidal.  It was then that I turned my life to the Lord and finally found comfort for my grief.

They say that time heals all wounds, but, I’m not so sure anything really heals a wound like this. Even after all this time, I still think about them nearly every day. I still cry over my loss and feel sorry for myself for being left behind to deal with the fall-out. And yes, it still hurts. But, life goes on – right? I really hate that old cliché. But, I suppose it’s true, even when we don’t really want it to.

And a year and a half ago, we lost mom, too. That was also a hard blow. But by that time I had accepted to Lord Jesus Christ as my savior. So I had my church family to help me through this time.

I was never supposed to be the oldest sibling, and I didn’t want that responsibility. But with my eldest brother gone, that left me and my younger brothers to deal with their estate. It’s funny how these things happen, but I’m not laughing.

So now there are days when I feel like an orphan – times when I want to call mom and ask her about something I couldn’t quite remember or just to talk for a while. But, I am glad that I never followed through with my suicidal ideations. I would never have seen my children grow to the adults they are now. And I would never have known my grandchildren, either. They are worth every moment of life I have left to give.

So, is life good? Yeah, I suppose it is. I still miss my parents and brother terribly, but I have accepted the fact that they will be waiting for me to join them when my time comes and that alone is comforting. So when I go to my uncle’s funeral tomorrow I will shed my tears for his family and understand exactly what they are feeling. And we’ll have the opportunity to catch up a little and enjoy looking back at the old memories we have of our childhoods.

Take it from someone who’s been there.  If you still have your family intact, enjoy what time you have with them.  These times are precious and will be gone before you know it.

God Bless You All

Come Fly With Me!

honda90Everyone needs an outlet, an escape, or a natural high. I found mine many years ago when my dad brought home a little Honda 90 Trail bike. In my opinion, one of the most fun rides ever built – for such a small bike, it could take me almost anywhere. There were times I even made it fly.

The first time I bullied my dad into teaching me how to ride it, was a little rocky, but I was hooked from the moment I sat on that saddle. Dad taught me how to kick start it, he showed me how to use the throttle, and he also taught me how to shift the gears, but he forgot to tell me how to stop it. Oops, just a slight oversight.

So here I am zooming down the alley, quickly coming to the end of the block, (of course dad told me not to cross the street, just stay in the alley). So when I took my hand off the throttle and it didn’t slow down and stop, I have to admit that I panicked just a little. Since I couldn’t figure out where the brake was, I nosed it into the neighbor’s fence. Well, I stopped! I even lived! But, my brothers were so mad at me, you would have thought I’d just killed their dog or something.

My dad wasn’t as upset as I thought he would be – I was sure he would have yelled at me or something, but all he could do was laugh. I think he was laughing in relief. He pulled the little motorcycle out of the fence and assessed the damage and discovered that I had found the brake after all. Yeah, go figure – when I hit the fence, I broke off the hand brake lever. Yep, that was it. It took dad about $5 and 5 minutes to fix the damage. So the next time he put me on the bike (about a minute after he’d fixed the brake lever) he made real sure he told me where both the brakes were and how and when to use them. And I’ve never forgotten that lesson.

Since that time, I’ve owned three motorcycles of my own and learned that I didn’t need drugs to get high – riding a motorcycle is one of the biggest head-rushes I’ve ever known. And I can always count on a good ride to blow the cobs out of my head and free my soul so I can focus on other things. But most of all, riding makes me feel like I’m flying – and WOW, what a rush.

So when I see you on the road with your own motorcycle, I’ll smile and give you the bikers salute and know that we are flying – together.

Have a Great Week.


Sometimes we all need a reminder of what is good and what is right and what we need to try to do about it. Most people have forgotten many of the people that shaped our country and some of the younger people don’t even know who some of our greats are or what they did that made them great.

How many of you know that December 10 is Human Rights Day? Do we all understand what that means? Do we even care? Do we understand that there are still many inequalities, many atrocities done to our fellow man, and many lives that are snuffed out every single day in our own country? That’s right – RIGHT HERE IN AMERICA!

We all go through our lives, day after day, doing the same old things, thinking the same old thoughts. Most of us more worried about what we need to do today to keep food on our tables, clothes on our backs, and money in our pockets. We don’t stop and think about the people we have to thank that did what they had to do to ensure that we can lead a normal, fulfilling life. Our lives may not, any of them, be perfect, but compared to other countries, we have it pretty damn good. But, what about our neighbors? What about the unborn baby whose life was just snuffed out because it’s parents didn’t want to deal with it? What about the life of a woman in a city somewhere near you, who found herself kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery? What about the man that was just walking home from work, who was dragged into an ally, beaten, raped and killed for the money in his pocket? And what about the hundreds of thousands of people that are natural born citizens that live in dire poverty, with no hope for a future, no one that’s interested enough to help them? These things happen every day, right next door, around the corner or down the street or in the next town over.

Today is the day we celebrate one man who tried his whole life to make a difference in our country. Because of him we no longer force our colored populations to sit in segregated parts of the bus, drink from different fountains, use different bathrooms, live in different parts of the town and even deny them a decent education – all based on their color.

Martin Luther King Jr. was a great man, he worked to ‘truly free the slaves’, because of the atrocities us white people forced on our colored people. I, for one, have been and still am embarrassed to be part of the race of people that felt we are so superior that we can’t see the indignities we force on others. I was only 7 years old when MLK gave his world famous “I Have a Dream” speech. So I don’t remember it. But, I recently read though it and it sends chills down my spine and made me angry at the stupidity of the white people of the time.

Martin Luther king Jr. continued a fight that our renowned 16th president, Abraham Lincoln, started. But, looking at how some people are still being persecuted, I’d say we still have a long way to go, before we can really say that our country is free of Human Rights issues. Especially when we look at the way we segregate our Native Americans. Yes, we keep pouring more and more money into the reservations, but do we ever see an improvement in their overall lives? Do we actually see an improvement in the overall abject poverty that resides within many of these reservations? Do we even care?

I see it every day. I work on one of the poorest reservations in the nation and have lived near there nearly all my life. And I have seen almost no improvement in all these years. So what good are we doing for these people? What’s it going to take to make people care or even take notice of what we are doing as a nation? The answer isn’t in our government – it is in each of us. What can we do as individuals to make things right? Anyone ever hear of human compassion? Helping one another, loving one another, as the bible tells us to, is the best way to help give people back their dignity and set them back on their feet again. So, give it a try.