Shameless Self-Promotion, part deux .....

I recently published my second children's book, again starring the kitten that I adopted from our local animal shelter.  One of our local news stations did a story on the book, since a portion of the proceeds are donated back to the shelter, and I'm excited to report that we're already seeing a positive reaction.

Watch the interview HERE and, if you're so inclined, snag your own copy of the book at Amazon.com:

Wibber Dibber Doo, Merry Christmas to You 

On the air .....

Although I'm pretty open with my adoption story here, it's not a topic that I normally share with others.  So what do you do when there's something about your life that you don't necessarily want a lot of people to know about?

Why, you go on the radio and tell all!

The host, the other guest and I talked for more than two hours, and it was edited down to a more manageable one hour total time (split into two half-hour segments).  Some of the things we discussed were a surprise to the host and, most likely, will be a surprise to the majority of her listeners also.

It went well, and I'm glad I took the plunge.  Hopefully our shared experiences will help some other adoptees who may be struggling with the same feelings and issues.

Conversations with Wendy (part 1)

Conversations with Wendy (part 2)

Many thanks to Wendy Edwards for giving us a safe place to speak our truth, and to her friend, Yvette, for sharing her personal experiences with us! 

Things that make you go "Ugh" .....

A few years ago, I purchased some new drinkware from Pier 1.  The glasses were really nice -- solid, heavy, and with indentations to make them easy to hold.  I really, really liked them.  Until I dropped one, and then another one fell over in the sink and cracked.  With only two full-sized glasses left, I decided it was time to buy some new ones.

Pier 1 has since relocated and is farther away from where I live, so I opted to go to a big box retailer instead. I found some glasses that looked decent and were relatively inexpensive, so I bought the set and brought them home.

Once out of the box, they weren't as nice as I'd thought, but it wasn't worth a trip to take them back, so I ran them through the dishwasher and stored them in the cupboard.  Since then, I've used the large tumblers several times, but the smaller ones have sat undisturbed on the shelf.  

Until recently.

When I wanted just a little to drink one night, I grabbed one of the small tumblers. I filled it, lifted it to my lips, and had an immediate reaction of "Ugh!".  Though that may seem an unusual reaction to a drinking glass, I knew right away where the feeling came from.  The glass in my hand was almost exactly the same size and shape as those used by my uncle's wife for her nightly martini(s).