My new Book!

I’m excited, scared and excited. Did I mention excited? After 120 months, my book baby is here! This is the link, if you want to read it:

books2read.com/ForgottenIdentity

Forgotten Identity (Haunted Hearts Book 1) – Kindle edition by Catherine, Lucia. Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Writing, I’ve been doing it a long time, found a folder in my mom’s things of poetry and song lyrics that I’s written. I’m so thankful she saved it all.

Thank you to so many friends who have supported me along the way. Now I need to educate myself on Marketing my book. And after being in the field for twenty two years, I should know. I’m sure I can apply some of my learned skills to my campaign.

International Women’s Day 2021

International Women’s Day is a global day celebrating women’s social, economic, cultural, and political achievements and raises awareness of equality. Boy, that’s a mouthful!

This year’s theme is “Choose to Challenge” because a world challenged is an aware world. And change comes from challenges. 

 I wondered how this applied to me. Was I aware enough of the world living in my small bubble? Was I strong enough to make changes? Last week I read a terrific book, a quick and to-the-point read, written in a pleasant conversational tone. The title, Reclaiming Your Moxie by Karen Carlucci Wahner. It’s a guide to healing your sassy self. I highly recommend it, an excellent read and keeps you thinking about your inner goddess and where she is hiding. Life throws curve balls every day. Some you can sway to the side and miss the hit. Others slam you in the gut, yet we take a breath and push through. Those that hit you in the head are the most damaging. They pound away your determination, patience, and slay your inner warrior princess. It happens slowly, and most times, you don’t even realize it. The fire dims a little more each time, leaving you with just embers of your sassiness. Your glow had dimmed, and you ask yourself why. Why must life be so hard? Why must we battle for everything?

 I feel no matter how far we get, are we truly equal? Is there still that impression that we should be home barefoot and pregnant? Are we getting paid our worth? Do we know what that is? And at what cost? Life-altering decisions face us every day. Young women need to choose between a career or children. As we age, caring for aging parents or continuing a career is a major decision in our lives. I was both a full-time working mother for years and a stay-at-home mom. Both are challenging in separate ways. Am I happy with the decision I made? ABSOLUTELY! Without a doubt. Yet what if? But that’s being human.

I read that women writers, to emerge into the male reading population, it is difficult. Men don’t take their work seriously, and most men will bypass a book written by a woman. After all, she couldn’t possibly be as good as the male writers. The famous authors. Could she truly and accurately write a crime novel or mystery? Many women write under pen names, perhaps their initials with their last name, nondescript. Do I believe it?  Not sure. I’m too new in the process and too busy to research a topic I plan to debunk. You know why? I don’t care, I will forge my path. I dictate how my life will be. And I can do this without stepping on anyone’s toes.

 My favorite word is positivity. Yep, it’s hard. You want to curl into the fetal position because of those damn curveballs. But it’s okay. Take your moment, curse, and get the hell up and roar! F’ing roar as loud as you can.

 Am I equal to anyone? Yep, but not better. I’m equal. Can I do anything that I set in my mind? Sure, but not kill bugs or heavy lifting. I know my limitations, folks! I know I couldn’t fight in a war on the front lines or be in the military (I have issues taking orders, not to mention I would probably cry during basic training.) But other women can! I’m so impressed by their strength and resilience.

 At a work meeting, one manager asked what our superpower was. The question baffled me. Did I even know? While others answered with Super Girl, Wonder Woman, etc.  And their analogies were wonderful. Yes, we are all those superheroes and possess the traits of those fictional characters. The question was, what is your superpower? After thinking a minute, I realized my superpower is resilience. It might take me a minute to bounce back, but I do. And if I’m struggling, I convince myself that I’m where I need to be mentally, and it happens. The power of positivity. Am I always positive?  No. I’d be a liar if I said yes. Life is hard, but I have so many blessings.

Goddesses, Happy International Women’s day, go forth and prosper and celebrate the rock star you are. Be that wonderful sassy you!

Inauguration of a new Administration.

This post below showed up in my Face Book memory feed from 2017. In the last four years, the country’s divide seems more dangerous than the Hayward fault in San Francisco. Families are not speaking because of different beliefs. LET THAT SINK IN A MINUTE. Families. Blood Relatives. Now take a breath and think with your heart. We’re going through a pandemic. A FREAKING PANDEMIC! A deadly pandemic! Did anyone expect this to happen? People DIED! Corona is picking people off one by one. Families are suffering tragic losses. People lost jobs, homes, businesses. Violence and hatred is not the answer. I can only speak for myself, and this is how I tolerate the negativity, I ignore it. I love my friends, I respect that they have strong opinions. But I don’t engage, even if our beliefs are similar. I will not ever discuss my political beliefs. I typically ignore the question. If the person is persistent I merely say, I don’t discuss things of a personal nature. But that’s me, my choice, because I have freedom of speech. Because I’m an American. Give peace a chance. It’s easy to hide behind the written word. I won’t hide; I wear my big girl panties every day.

This is the post for 2017:

Today a new administration is sworn in. I am fearful on so many levels. People who claim to be against bullying are now bullies. People who claim not to be haters are now hating. Name calling like children, snowflakes, deplorables? I am convinced deep down people truly care about their country and we will over come this horrible division. At least I hope they do and will try. All of you of voting age, how many times were you disappointed at an election result, local or national? We all were at some point, but we survived. WE THE PEOPLE of this amazing country have survived and will survive. The name calling, bullying, hatred and crowd mentality needs to stop. We sound like a country of bratty kids. Embarrassing. Please try to be peaceful, hopeful, prayerful. This is just my opinion. I know where you all stand on your political choice, this post isn’t to dispute that. Peace!