A Second Chance – TT ‘buzz’

TT_bannerFor Tuesday Tales this week I’m stepping away from the romance to finish up a contemporary fiction that’s due out in October. A Second Chance is the prequel to My Wildest Dreams, the first book in A Growing Wings series.

In A Second Chance, Jenny finds herself struggling with the aftermath of an unexpected sudden cardiac arrest (SCA). She is coming to terms with having a second chance at life and what these changes will mean to her current life. This scene of the story takes place about three months after the SCA. This week our prompt is ‘buzz’.

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“Jenny, what on earth are you doing?”

Leanne’s voice pulled me from my deep thoughts as I stood in my aisle at work examining one of the products. “These are different.” I held up two sheets of plastic canvas for her to see.

She walked down the aisle, carrying a repack box and held it out in my direction. “These are yours. Not our department.” She laughed as she dropped it on the floor at my feet and held out her hands to see what I was so intently looking at. “I love it when I can pass stock onto someone else to put up.”

She held the two sheets, looked at one, then the other. She held them both up to the light. “And…?” She sounded perplexed.

why“Look how different they are. This is the new one.” I reached for one and flexed it in the air. “Look how pliable and soft this one is. And it’s clearer.” I pointed to the other. “Look how stiff the older one is, and it’s not as clear.”

She nodded her head in agreement and handed the other sheet back to me. “I see that. It’s not like it’s defective though. Maybe they just changed suppliers or something.”

“Don’t you wonder why the older pieces are stiffer? Don’t you wonder if it’s the manufacturing process or the materials? Or, does it harden and stiffen with time and exposure to air?”

“Girl, you think about too many things. Who cares why they’re different?”

“I never did before. It caught my attention though, and I was curious.”

Leanne shook her head and started to walk away. “You’re getting strange. You’re different lately.” She stopped and straightened a few packages on my felting display, then turned with a parting jab. “You sure that cardiac arrest thing didn’t buzz your brain or something?”

As she darted away, back to her department as if she were going to ‘catch something’ if she hung around too long, a memory surfaced.

I remembered when I was about ten or eleven. Our family was driving from California to Ohio, My mom was driving with me, my brother, sister, and our four-year old cousin, Timmy. We had him with us so he could visit his dad in Michigan. The memory of this trip, engraved on my mind forty years later, is four-year old Timmy asking ‘Why’. Four thousand miles of: Why? Why? Why? Today, with many more than four years under my belt, I feel like I’m going through that four-year old phase … why, why, why?

I find I’m more curious about life and reality. I’m more curious about the “whys”. I catch myself asking ‘why’ about many things that I never would have given a second thought to before. Maybe Leanne is right. Maybe my cardiac arrest mixed up the circuitry in my brain somehow. Or, am I merely looking at life and the small details that fill our world with more interest and childlike awe?

A Second Chance – TT ‘writing’

TT_bannerFor Tuesday Tales this week I’m stepping away from the romance to finish up a contemporary fiction that’s due out in October. A Second Chance is the prequel to My Wildest Dreams, the first book in A Growing Wings series.

In A Second Chance, Jenny finds herself struggling with the aftermath of an unexpected sudden cardiac arrest (SCA). She is coming to terms with having a second chance at life and what these changes will mean to her current life. We jump into this story about half way in, two months after the SCA, because it was the best scene to incorporate our weekly prompt of ‘writing’.

For more fascinating story snippets from the wonderful authors in the group, return to TUESDAY TALES here.


A few weeks later, one of the inspirational women I follow on Facebook posted an interesting thought. She was talking about dreaming big dreams and setting goals and intentions, and she wrote:

“…everything that is not in alignment with that rises up to be healed or transformed. I call that ‘Your stuff coming up.’ You can choose to heal and clear this so that you can move forward…”

Hmmm, I’ve noticed that these dreams contained lots of anger and ‘old’ frustrations, surfacing in my mind, mostly when my body has shut down for the night. Some of these memories and angers are from way back, twenty years ago some of them. Maybe, in order to heal and go forward, I can’t suppress these feelings anymore. I need to deal with them and heal them.

TT_journalOne way of releasing hurts and negative emotions is writing in a journal. I decided I needed to pursue this, to try to clear some of this from my mind and my subconscious. I headed to my bookcases, knowing I had several nice, blank journals to choose from. Looking through them I couldn’t decide which one to use. They were all too “pretty”; too pretty to write ugly thoughts in. I thought about getting a school composition book to write in. But then, I thought, if I’m writing these words to “get them out of my life”, then I don’t want them written down and “engraved” so that I can go back and re-read them, keeping them written and permanently in my life.

I decide to use scrap paper and write the “ugly” things on them, the thoughts I don’t want to see again, the thoughts and feelings I’m trying to release. I will write them down, then tear up the paper and toss it in the trash. This will be my “trash journals”. I think that the tearing up and throwing away will also symbolically help me.

The next day at work, as I headed out to my car for lunch, I grabbed some scratch paper to take with me. I scribbled away the entire time.

December 15, 2010: I’m going to begin my “trash” journal. I don’t want to write in a “pretty” journal and keep my words forever. I don’t want these where anyone else can see them – I don’t want them where I can go back and re-read them and keep them in my mind. The purpose of these are to release the negatives and the anger – to write it and acknowledge it and then throw the words away and move on with my life.

I’m trying to accentuate the positive – to think on the good things to bring more of the good into my life. But … I still have some angers and negative, complaining thoughts in my head. Some old. Some new. Some frustrations with life. I won’t consider these “complaints” as I’m trying to strive to be complaint-free. This is for healing. Because I find if I don’t express these thoughts, they creep into my dreams and my sleep. They find their way to surface in some manner. And working themselves out in anxious, angry dreams isn’t helpful. It brings matters to my attention, but if I don’t do anything, it’s like an un-lanced abscess – still festering away and keeping me from the peaceful, joyful life that I deserve.

Releasing these feelings will allow for an enhanced spiritual life – one where I know myself better – where I’m more attuned to those around – where my spiritual and psychic senses can open up – to a life where I can be in contact with my guides and where life in general is the life I need to be living.

I fully believe that for circumstances to have been what they were the day my heart stopped, that it was not my time to go. There is still more I need to learn or something I still have yet to do. Otherwise, I would have left this life peacefully fifteen minutes before the alarm went off on a normal routine Thursday morning.

Instead, I was in an airplane, in an unusual and out of the ordinary trip to San Francisco – with Carla beside me to sound the alarm and start CPR to keep me here … with three doctors within a forty to fifty foot radius of me … with medical equipment and a defibrillator within arm’s reach.

What are the odds of that? Astronomical, I’d venture to guess. To know this, with every fiber of my being – but yet to continue life as before – unchanged – would be a gross waste. A travesty.

To honor the unseen guides and loved ones that were with me, and the physical beings on this earthly plane that were responsible for keeping me here with every effort of their beings, I choose to move forward and live a higher life. The purpose of my life is not to work a mundane day-to-day job, to eke out a bare bones paycheck-to-paycheck life. The trivialities and pettiness of co-workers are not important to me or why I’m here. I choose to move beyond that.

I choose to do the things necessary to my life, in living a higher life. One of the necessary things I need to do is to release anger and frustration – not to keep them sequestered and buried deep in the recesses of my mind. That, I choose to begin doing today. The other things, I’ll learn along my new path.

My intent was to write down the ugly thoughts, then tear it up and throw it in the trash. Something with this first writing prompted me to keep it. I’d started with the negative thoughts and emotions, yet thirty minutes later, at the end of my lunch, I’d already moved into an epiphany. I felt I needed to keep this ‘A-Ha’ moment.

I met Carla for dinner that night, and shared the thoughts that were racing through my head all day.

“I’ll be changing,” I warned her.

“Changing?” she asked, acutely more attentive to my words. “Changing how?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’ll find out as I go along. It won’t be huge changes, like I’m not suddenly going to move out, or move to Alaska, or have any other drastic life changes. My basic personality is still going to remain ‘me’. But my life HAS to change, in some fashion. It would be a huge waste if it didn’t.”

I read her the last part of what I’d written and tried to explain how I felt I must become more attuned with my spirituality, not in a “church” or organized religion way, but as my inner being and connectedness to all that is. I had to question ‘why?’ I intended to slough off the pretenses and false faces that I often wear to the rest of the world. I had to become real. I had to be true to myself.

“I still don’t totally understand. C’mon Jenny. Fess up. Are you, like, going to move? Going to change jobs? Shave your head and move into a commune?” she joked.

“No, nothing that radical. But, I have to take this second chance and have it stand for something. I have to change.” I took a sip of water, trying to come up with the words to explain what raced around in my brain. “To continue life unchanged is like to taking this second chance and throwing it in the trash. It makes it mean nothing. And, I don’t want to disregard the importance of this second chance.”

“As long as we’re still friends. I don’t want to lose your friendship over your journey of becoming more, as you say, real.”

“We will always be friends. You know how far Amber and I go back. You know I don’t take my friendships lightly, nor do I lose friends over trivial matters.” I reached across the table and patted her hand to acknowledge my words. “But, to go further with these new goals, to take off my masks and attempt to truly live a more authentic life, with loftier dreams and aspirations – will mean I must make changes in my life.”

That night I copied a quote in my journal, my ‘pretty’ journal, the one that I keep:

“Nature is one connected whole. At any given moment every part must be precisely what it is, because all other parts are what they are, and not a grain of sand could be moved from its place without changing something throughout all parts of the immeasurable whole.” Johann Gottlies Fichte, 1800

After the quote, I added these words:

My intent is to move some grains of sand, not a lot of sand, but important grains of sand. And in the moving of these few select grains of sand, the immeasurable whole will reflect changes. I cannot do this and remain the same identical person.

Onward bound, here we go … to a life with greater awareness!

Whatever that life may be. What was coming up ahead was the biggest mystery and I had no earthly idea what lay ahead in my future.



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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SEPTEMBER 2015 SIGN UPS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

♥ (7 Day Tour) – September 1st – September 7th
♥ AUTHOR – Samantha Jacobey
♥ TITLE – Recombined
♥ SERIES – The Irrevocable Series #2
♥ GENRE – Romantic Suspense, Mystery, Dystopian


Recombined - CoverBOOK SYNOPSIS

Can mankind survive an apocalypse of his own making?

Bailey and Caleb fled civilization in light of impending disaster. Fighting to make their way south, they struggled to rejoin their survivalist friends and relatives. After facing crowds hell-bent on securing supplies… After getting the better of a marauding band of misfits… The couple arrive back at The Ranch, only to discover the place is deserted. Soon, a lone survivor emerges, explaining the group’s mysterious disappearance and the dangers they face in the ransacked hideaway.

Joining forces, the trio sets to work, restoring order to their desert oasis. Making…

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Doctor Who Only Charged $5.00 For An Office Visit Dies


What a man!

Originally posted on Plucking Of My Heartstrings:



On August 7, 2015 the town of Rushville, Illinois lost a beloved and very dedicated family physician, Dr. Russell Dohner who died peacefully in his sleep at the age of 90.

This WWII Army Veteran had used his G.I. Bill to attend Western Illinois University. After which, he continued his education and graduated from Northwestern University Medical School.

He opened his clinic in 1955 and charged his patients $2.00 for an office visit. Later he raised it to $5.00, a price that never increased over the years.

Dr. Dohner never took insurance. His office was run on a first come, first served basis. Those who were in serious need of a doctor would come in through the back door, where they would receive immediate attention.

The waiting room was almost always filled and sometimes patients would have to wait hours to be seen. Dr. Dohner would…

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Too Small an Act of Kindness? #inspiration #kindness #kind

Originally posted on Princess of the Light: Books, Writing and Inspiring Others:


Is there such a thing as too small of an act of kindness?

I asked myself this on Sunday morning. Every Sunday morning MR N and I sit out on our solarium and watch the world wake up. The birds sing, the squirrels flit from tree to tree and the sun shines. We put our feet up and relax.

This particular Sunday morning we saw a man we have seen for the past month ride down our street.

“There he is,” I told MR N.

MR N made a dash for the door and grabbed the bag sitting by the door. I watched from the windows.

The man on the bike is a man our age. He is homeless and he goes around collecting liquor bottles from the trash and recycling. In Canada, you can return empties to get your deposit back. It’s not a lot of money but it’s…

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Minted Apple Bread – from Herb Store Favorites

HERB STORE FAVORITES is in the final countdown! It’s almost here!

This is a re-release of a previously published cookbooklet, the results of three years of an herb and garden store and three annual herb festivals.

To tempt your taste buds, here’s one of the recipes in HERB STORE FAVORITES.

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Minted Apple Bread

Connie Wilson won 3rd place with her Minted Apple Bread. This is a moist batter bread with a little “tang” to it. Connie said this bread freezes well also.


2 cups all-purpose flour ¾ cup brown sugar 1 TB baking powder ½ tsp baking soda ½ tsp salt 1 tsp cinnamon 2 TB fresh spearmint, minced 1 egg 1 cup unsweetened applesauce ¼ cup canola oil


Preheat the oven to 350°. Grease two 8” x 4” loaf pans and set aside.

In a large bowl, combine the flour, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt and cinnamon.

In a small bowl, stir together the spearmint, egg, applesauce and oil. Add to the dry ingredients. Stir until blended. Pour batter into loaf pans and bake for 45 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Ginger Lemonade & Herb Store Favorites


Herb Store Favorites_coverAn ebook with the recipes from Olde Thyme Garden’s cookbooklet originally published in 2003. It contains recipes from herbal food contests held in the store in Upland, California and at three herb festivals in Upland.

Here’s a recipe to get you started during these hot summer days — GINGER LEMONDADE.

If a nice cool, refreshing glass of iced tea on these sizzling days soothe you — check out the tea line from Trisha’s Kitchen. These 8 teas were the top sellers at Olde Thyme Gardens. The teas are available now, along with TWO GREAT AUGUST SPECIALS! The four top selling dip mixes (a Chef Greg’s line purchased from Black Pearl Gardens in 1998) will be available soon.

Ginger Lemonade

Here’s a nice refreshing drink with a different twist. It’s especially nice on a hot, summer day. I’d often make it and have it available to serve to customers on a busy Saturday during the summer.


6 cups water

1 ¼ cups sugar

¼ cup grated, peeled fresh ginger

1 ¼ cups fresh lemon juice (about 7 large lemons)

¼ cup fresh lime juice

Lemon and, or lime slices (optional)


Combine 1 cup water, sugar, and ginger in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil and cook for 1 minute, or until sugar dissolves, stirring occasionally.

Remove from heat and cool.

Strain ginger mixture through a sieve into a pitcher, and discard solids.

Add 5 cups water and juices.

Stir well.

Serve over ice, and garnish with lemon and lime slices, if desired.

Makes approximately 8 cups lemonade.


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Influences on Depression Era Quilts.

Memories & Milestones: July 5 – 11

Here’s some dates to celebrate, from the new weekly column, MEMORIES & MILESTONES.

JULY 5-11

PT BarnumJuly 5, 1810: P. T. Barnum’s Birth Anniversary

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages…” It’s the ‘Greatest Show on Earth’, enjoyed by roughly 30 million people each year.

Much of the early success of this popular circus is due to a man born over 200 years ago. A consummate showman and brilliant promoter, he once said, “If I shoot at the sun I may hit a star.” He found his fame. PT Barnum’s legacy continues to bring laughter and enjoyment to boys and girls and children of all ages.

July 8, 1911: Nan Jane Aspinwall’s Grand Feat

In a year when American women didn’t have the right to vote yet, Nan Jane Aspinwall set out on a historic journey. She was the first woman to cross the United States on horseback. She covered 4,500 miles in 301 days. Why? Why, to deliver a letter from San Francisco’s mayor to New York City’s mayor, of course.

July 9, 1893: First Open Heart Surgery

With all the medical advancements this century, it’s amazing to realize that the first open heart surgery occurred well over a hundred years ago. Dr. Daniel Hale Williams operated on James Cornish, who suffered from a severe stab wound to his chest. The patient not only survived the surgery, but lived for many years following this groundbreaking surgery.

July 11, 1960: To Kill a Mockingbird Published

On this date 55 years ago, Harper Lee’s first and only book was published. To Kill a Mockingbird is a best seller, selling over 40 million copies since its publication. It was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in 1961 and became an Oscar winning movie in 1962.

Overshadowing this milestone date, is Harper Lee’s second book, due out July 14, 2015. With a release date within days of this 55th anniversary, Go Set a Watchman is already a bestseller. Before it’s even been released.

This column is available for publication. Contact me at texastrishafaye@yahoo.com for details.

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