This week I’m featuring my friend Christine Carter for The Books of My Life. I met Christine over the ether. I think our first interaction was after I wrote a post for our mutual friend Kristi Campbell’s website, Finding Ninee, which was about my experience with Barrett and the little bus. Christine reached out to me and an internet friendship was made. Christine blogs at The Mom Café, and she recently published her first book, Help and Hope While You’re Healing: A Woman’s Guide Towards Wellness While Recovering From Injury, Surgery, or Illness. You can order the book on Amazon. Last year (or two years ago?), Christine suffered a terrible injury that led to surgery on her foot. I was reading her blogs during this time and was blown away by her spirit. Christine is a warrior, and she’s unrelentingly positive. I get so excited when she comments on something I write, because I know no matter what, she’s going to make me smile. She’s truly is the best commenter in the blogging world!
With the kids on my annual birthday hike up Sawnee Mountain (on the day following the actual day!).
Today is my birthday. I’m forty seven, a number that really is hard to fathom. I guess it’s just a number. Still, it’s a number that sounds old – although I’m happy to report that on this particular day I don’t feel old. I really don’t. I’m just grateful to be here. To be healthy. To love and be loved. I live a life that is embarrassingly abundant with blessings (a term I really don’t care for – but in this instance, it’s appropriate). Today all I feel is peace and contentment. I’m extremely grateful. Continue reading Thoughts On Forty-Seven
For this week’s Books of My Life, I’m featuring author Barbara Claypole White. I confess I wasn’t very familiar with her books, but after doing research for this post, I’m very intrigue – and ordered a copy of her latest novel. Barbara’s personal backstory, about how she became a published author, is very interesting. Aspiring writer’s, you must read it! Also, Barbara has won a number of prestigious awards for her writing. I feel a kinship with this author, because she has a son with special (invisible) needs, who has served as a muse for many of her stories. Continue reading Books of My Life: Barbara Claypole White