Wednesday, September 14, 2011

I Won an Award :)

The Liebster Blog award! “Liebster,” for those of you who cannot speak German, means “friend” and is aimed at those who have fewer than 200 followers. Right now I have less than 200, but someday, I’ll have more. At any rate, here are the rules:

-          Link back to the person who gave you the award. Check out her blog here.

-          Pick five other people to give the award to and notify them on their blog.

-          Post the award on your blog.

-          Bask in the camaraderie of the most supportive people on the Internet – other writers.

-          And best of all – have bloggity fun and spread the love.

It will also be fun to follow the blogs back and join more than the winner blogs who accompany yours.

The winners are . . . drum roll, please . . .

Susan Law Corpany, Author of LUCKY CHANGE.

Krista Wayment, Author of SHADOWED STONES.

Nicole Grane, Author of IMMORTAL WOUNDS.

Misty Moncur, Author of DAUGHTER OF HELAMAN.


Check out these blogs and follow them J. Pass on the love and let’s see how many followers we can help others get.


Friday, September 9, 2011

9/11 Changed Our World

As any adult who witnessed the terrorist act, I remember clearly where I was and what I was doing. I was teaching pre-school that morning. Joy School. I had a house full of small children at the time. My TV was off. No radio was blaring. I was blissfully unaware that a tragic event was unfolding as I was singing "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes" with the group.
My answering machine picked up the call, as it often does. It was my sister, her voice in a panic. "Have you watched the news? An airplane has hit a building in New York." It wasn't the Twin Towers to any of us then. No one in my circle of friends was familiar with the landmark. New York City wasn't in our vision. Our vision was focused on mountains and schools and local churches. New York City was a foreign country. Not even remotely attached to the life I was living. Everything changed that day.
"Play time." I said brightly. The children squealed with delight and headed down the hall to a room full of toys. While they were occupied, I flipped on the TV set and watched a familiar scene play out. Two more calls were fielded by my answering machine. Another sister and my mom.
I didn’t pick up the calls. I was riveted by the scene unfolding before me. I'd seen this three previous times - in dreams. The airplanes hitting the buildings were exactly as I'd seen them. I'd wondered at the time what kind of symbolism rode in planes crashing into buildings. What psychological pain was I carrying to be sending me such a vivid and terrifying dream? And here it was playing all over again. I had always started awake after the planes hit and I saw people running in terror away from the burning buildings.
I'd never seen the scene that followed. I stood, shaking, as I watched the beautiful tall buildings collapse in on themselves. I'd only seen buildings collapse like that in planned demolitions. To watch it happen knowing there were living people inside was anguishing. I felt for them. I felt for their families. I felt for all the other millions of people around the world watching the events unfold.
As the children wandered into the living room to play with their chosen toys, I shut the TV off. I didn't want Joy School to be emblazoned in their minds as the place they learned about the evils mankind can visit upon each other.
A neighbor called, wanting reassurance and another adult to talk to. Once again, I chose to not involve the children in the event. I suggested she could come over after Joy School was over, but I didn't want to talk about the events in front of the children. Our horror could wait. It had to. This was an adult tragedy beyond any I had experienced. It wasn't something I had a right to traumatize the children with.
I don't know how my children feel about that day. We don't talk about it a lot. About the attack. About the eerily silent skies for days after the event while planes were forbidden to fly.
Our world has changed. Our children will never know a world where the United States was never attacked. Hawaii wasn't a state yet when she was attacked. As horrible an event as Pearl Harbor was, Hawaii wasn't part of the Union. New York City, even though she was outside my peripheral vision, is America. We were attacked. Life will never be the same.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

NO ANGEL by Theresa Sneed

As I was reading NO ANGEL, Brandon Mull's imaginative world in FABLEHAVEN came to mind. Theresa's treatment of guardian angels and life before, during, and after mortality was creative and original. It's a book I will keep in my home library and one I will definitely be sharing with my children. Theresa hooked me on the first page and didn't let go until the satisfying end. Well done. To learn more about Theresa Sneed and her wonderful book, you can go to her blog. She has purchase links to NO ANGEL there and is always happy to welcome more followers.