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Jan Sikes has a #NewRelease!

10/29/2024

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Hello, blog friends ~

I'm excited to welcome author Jan Sikes to my blog today. She has a new release, and I've invited her to tell us a bit about this latest masterpiece. 

A Noble Bargain hit the bookshelves last week, and it has already garnered much acclaim. Let's hear from the author herself. The floor is all yours, Jan. ​

​​Thank you, Gwen, for hosting me today, as I end my blog tour for A Noble Bargain. I’m deeply grateful for your generosity and support!
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I owe a huge thank you to everyone who has followed along on this tour, left comments and shared on social media. We are never on this writing journey alone.

I want to close out the tour with a family reunion of sorts. As I stated earlier in the tour, there are three Blaine siblings—Harlan, Rose and Jack. When everything falls apart, Harlan goes his separate way while Rose and Jack make their way to an aunt in Missouri. I couldn’t stand the thought that they’d never all be together again, so I created this reunion at Layken Martin’s farm in Missouri.

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Coming up the long driveway, a man wearing a worn hat pulled low ambled along carrying a bedroll and knapsack. There was something oddly familiar in his gait. For a moment, her breath caught in her throat. Whoever he was looked uncannily like her dead pa.

The dogs sat at the bottom of the steps, their tails wagging, but at least they stopped barking.

As the man drew closer, she sucked in a breath and bounded off the steps, with Sadie and Pearl on her heels. “Harlan!” She ran toward him as tears sprang into her eyes.

He shifted a bedroll to his back. “Rose.”

When she reached him, he embraced her. “Harlan. How did you find us?”

He hugged her tight and cleared his throat, then held her at arm’s length, looking her up and down. “I called Uncle Rube yesterday, sure you’d be there, and he told me where you were. I was worried about you and Jack. Had to come and see what was happening and why you weren’t in St. Louis.”

He looked thinner and older than she remembered. She took in the scruffy beard and dusty clothes. It was obvious he’d been on the road for a while. He looked so much like their father. Yet there was something different about her brother. He’d lost the hard look in his eyes. “Come on up to the house. I’ll tell you everything. Jack’s going to be so happy to see you.” While they walked, she caught him up on things.

When they reached the house, he deposited his bedroll and knapsack on the front porch. Then she led him through the kitchen and out the back door.

“Jack, look who’s here.”

With soap up to his elbows, Jack glanced up, then did a double-take. “Harlan?”

“Hey, little brother. I see you’ve resorted to doing women’s work.” He grinned widely.

“Hot damn!” Jack wiped his hands on his pants and bolted toward his brother, giving him a man hug while Harlan tousled his hair. “How did you find us?”

After Harlan explained, Rose took hold of his arm and pointed toward Seymour and Tab, making introductions all around. Then, she explained about Sara Beth, Layken, and the new baby.

“What a surprise.” Rose couldn’t believe he was there. “I want to hear everything. Where have you been? What have you been doing?”

Jack nodded. “Share, big brother.”

“Got anything to drink? Been walking a long way.”

Rose rushed into the house and poured another glass of tea, then went back out.

Harlan took a big gulp and wiped his mouth. “Been traveling around mostly. The jalopy took out on me the second day and I sold it for a little money in Hot Springs. Hopped a few freights and got rides with some truckers.” He shrugged. “That’s about it. Just been trying to figure out what to do next.”




​​The siblings, while torn apart by their father’s decisions, reconnected in a solid way and made plans to stay in touch while each going their separate ways out into the world. I loved taking away some of Harlan’s hardness and giving him some dreams of his own.
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BLURB:

A true testament of character, resilience, and the magic of never giving up.

The year is 1948 and folks in the sawmill town of Crossett, Arkansas, work hard and play hard. Oliver Quinn does both. Oliver is the son of Irish immigrants who firmly believe in pursuing the American dream. His deepest desire is to play major league baseball. He only needs one chance to prove himself.

Rose Blaine is living in a nightmare where dreams don’t exist. She’s suffered for years at the hands of her violent moonshiner father and his partner. During a brutal attack, she must fight back or die. The aftermath is devastating.

Fueled by desperation, Rose strikes a life-changing bargain with Oliver. If he’ll take her and her brother to St. Louis, Missouri, she’ll introduce Oliver to her uncle, a baseball legend.

While their journey is fraught with unseen perils, they forge an unbreakable bond and make surprising allies.
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When destiny throws them a curve ball, they must find the courage to create a hopeful future out of the ashes of shattered dreams with newfound fortitude.

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​I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed this tour and if you’ve chosen to pick up A Noble Bargain, I pray you find it to be a satisfying read.

Again, thank you for following along, and a big thank you goes out to all of my hosts!

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WHY? A Halloween Poem

10/29/2024

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Hello, blog friends ~ 

Halloween is just days away in the United States, and writer Colleen Chesebro invites us to write a poem related to this event. 

A confession. I grew up on a farm, and the closest neighbor was a mile away. There was no trick-or-treating. Halloween was a costume party at the country school. Yep - apple bobbing was a great hit. 

When I worked at Fairfield University in Connecticut, I lived near Union Cemetery in Easton. I only learned of this cemetery after I purchased my home. Especially around Halloween, visitors would sneak into the cemetery after dark -- when it is closed. I was not one of those curious folks, but I worked with police who arrested wayward students from the University. Some claimed to have seen ghosts.

My Halloween Tankas deal with forgotten homes and the secrets they hold. Because I'm a solid intuitive empath, I listen -- not with my ears, but with my heart. It's amazing the stories that emerge. I hope you enjoy it.

Happy Halloween!   🎃

WHY?
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Have a wonderful week, dear friends. Stay safe and laugh much! 
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Memories Gather

10/23/2024

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Hello, blog friends ~ 

I'm home a little earlier than expected and have a poem to share.

Lisa Fox (aka JadeLi) offered the prompt this week for Tanka Tuesday. She used a random word generator to form a list from which participants were asked to create a poem. She suggested we include at least three of the words in our poems. Here are the words (mine are in bold): wave, bite, down, soon, dune, sail, do, woman, farm, eight, ate, two, study, new, step, castle, short, car, listen, smell, the, garden, speak.
 
I feel reflective these days, so my poetic contribution involves looking back through time. I hope you'll join me on this walk by the beach . . .
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Have a wonderful rest of the week. I hope to visit your blogs over the next few days. 🌞
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On the Road ~

10/21/2024

 
Dear friends,

I'll be on the road much this week, so it is unlikely I'll visit your blogs until the weekend. I'm leaving with a poem I wrote a while back. It may be familiar to you because I've shared it before. It's about a different kind of journey.

​ The truth is that when I read, I'm drawn to the writer. The story may captivate, and the writing may impress me, but ultimately, I search for the writer. I want to know him or her through the words spread across the pages. It is a journey that sometimes concludes with just a sentence. 

Do you do the same? Do you look for the author? It's a curious thought, isn't it?

Most of us will never meet. The miles between us keep us apart, but we leave trails in our stories and poems, and those trails lead to the treasure I seek.

Have a wonderful week. I'll meet you this weekend. 🌞
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Everyday Treasures

10/15/2024

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Hello, blog friends ~ 

It's Tanka Tuesday, and poet Selma Martin has a special prompt for interested participants. She asks that we use synonyms for these two words in our poem: mindless and humdrum. 

I've focused on the morning light. Daily, I am moved by the silence that accompanies this early morning experience, and almost without fail, I see that which I didn't see the day before. My tanka uses these synonyms to capture the experience - daydreaming, everyday, and treadmills. 

I hope you enjoy it. ​
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Have a wonderful day, dear friends. Even amidst the craziness in which we live, there's extraordinary beauty. Let's escape into that miracle. ❤️
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We Rise with Tears

10/8/2024

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Hello, blog friends~

Today is Tanka Tuesday, and I've another poem to share. Writer Sadje holds the magic wand this week, and she's offered a thought-provoking prompt:
 I’d like you to write a syllabic poem about something that brought a big change in your life. 
My life path has zigzagged and circled around much of the country. So, choosing one specific, life altering moment is complicated. The mountains I've faced have been high and the valleys correspondingly low. That said, there are four life changing markers - the births of each of my children. Three sons and a daughter. They, above all else, have helped craft how I see life.

​My once red hair now glistens white. Loved ones have passed, but in their stead, grandchildren run freely. The ebb and flow of life has never been more real, and my poem attempts to capture that reality. 

Photos through the years... beginning with the sixties and ending in the eighties. 🌞
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This is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and so I share personally. Three of my siblings and I deal with cancer. Three of my cousins are in treatment as well. My beautiful daughter-in-law is fighting for her life, each day a rare treasure.

None of us know how long we may live, but surely, we can laugh when we can, forgive frequently, and rise with our tears. Tomorrow is another gifted day. 

​My poem . . . 
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I hope you have a wonderful week. Blessings to you and yours. ❤️
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Reaching for Understanding

10/1/2024

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Hello, blog friends –

It’s Tanka Tuesday, and today Robbie Cheadle hosts the challenge. She asks that we write a Tanka Puente, with the theme of best and worst. Robbie explains, “A Puente poem comprises three stanzas with the first and third being separate thoughts but sharing an equal number of lines. The second stanza is the bridge stanza and is a single line.” She adds that this single line may be a quote, and mine is one from Albert Einstein. 

If you'd like to contribute your Puente poem, Robbie offers detailed guidance on the Tanka site. I've chosen to focus on current events. Not a pleasant topic, but it lends itself to the theme of "best and worst." 

My poem --  

REACHING FOR UNDERSTANDING
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My heart hurts for those caught in the terrors of the recent hurricane. It hurts for those caught in wars that beg for resolution. May we all reach for understanding -- and offer a hand to our neighbors far and near.

Have a wonderful week and may blessings abound in all its forms...

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Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. ―Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning


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