What Would You Do ‘In Sam’s Shoes?’

What Would You Do ‘In Sam’s Shoes?’

I’m winding down a ghostwriting project, a fictional book a client hired me to write that is based on real-life events. We’re looking forward to releasing it sometime around the end of July, but in the meantime, I wanted to share some excerpts.

Prologue

The grand, mahogany casket loomed large ahead of her, topped by a massive cascading bouquet of pink roses. Around the perimeter of the room, display tables dressed in white linens bore artifacts of a life well lived, from golf memorabilia to seemingly trivial trinkets. The focal point of the entire collection was an exquisite eight-by-ten crystal frame bearing a formal wedding photo of a bride and groom in happier days. To the casual observer, the smiling couple represented an ideal – the beautiful, wholesome wife and the handsome all-American groom dressed in the finest attire befitting the occasion, their pedigree, and their lifestyle. On either side of this centerpiece, smaller and much plainer frames told the story of a father’s love for his sons, with images of the recently departed engaged in various activities with them like playing basketball and camping out in the woods.

As the funeral home worker entered the room, Sam stood at a distance with her back turned to the unfolding scene a few feet away. She could hear the rustling of the flowers and the barely audible sound of the casket lid moving against its hinges to reveal the body at rest inside. She trembled at the thought of laying eyes upon his still, lifeless form and doubted she had the strength to confront the reality of this devastating, unexpected loss.

Consumed by torturous thoughts, she continued to stare out at the hallway minutes after the woman had left her in privacy again. How was she going to handle the sight of his hideously disfigured face? The thought of staring at a nasty patchwork of scars stubbornly protruding through a heavy layer of funeral parlor make-up was just too much to bear. Her entire body convulsed as she broke down in uncontrollable weeping.

Why? Why did this have to happen? Why now? Why at all?

“Sam?” She heard Shannon’s soft voice behind her. “I have to tell you he looks normal. I think you’re going to be OK looking at him.”

She slowly turned to face her sister. “You really think so?”

Shannon placed her hands on Sam’s shoulders in a gesture of comfort and confidence.

“Yes, yes I really do. I’d never tell you that if I didn’t believe it. But I can stay here in the room with you if you want; I’ll just hang out in the back.”

“No, no – I have to do this alone. Please.”

Sam drew her into a hug, appreciative of her unwavering support. She then watched until the door closed behind Shannon, leaving her alone with her soulmate for the last time.

She clutched her tissues in one hand as she strode past the oddly arranged folding chairs that appeared as if they’d been set up for a round of the classic children’s musical game. Instead of facing the front of the room, they faced the side walls, as if unwilling to confront the reality of death.

Filled with determination and resolve, Sam took a gulp of air and reached out to touch the side of the casket to steady herself. Then she opened her eyes wide.

Oh, my God, not a scratch. A dried-up creek, two inches of water. How can this be? How can he possibly look like the sweet manly man I loved?

She was dumbfounded as she gazed at his perfect face. For a few moments, all she could do was stare at him in silence and wish that the entire scene was nothing more than a nightmare from which she’d awaken at any second. She placed her hand on his cheek and reacted to its icy coldness as a fresh wave of sorrow engulfed her.

“Baby, I love you! I love you so much. What the hell happened? Why? Why did you get on that bike? Why? How could you just leave me like this!”

She dropped to her knees and prayed out loud through staccato breaths. “God, I need you. I have nowhere else to turn. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this. Please, give me the strength to focus on my kids. I promise, I’ll spend more time praying and appreciating the good things in my life. Just please, help me.”

Sam pleaded and cried until she was utterly spent. Then she wiped her face and got back on her feet just as Shannon re-entered the room to check on her.

“Let’s go,” Sam ordered.

“But the lady said we could stay as long as you need. You don’t have to rush; there’s plenty of time before the funeral – “

“I’m done. It’s time to move on and heal.”

“Ok, whatever you want.”

Shannon followed her big sister out to the hallway, hoping this little episode signified the beginning of her new life. God knew, she’d been through enough heartache for one human being.

 

Chapter Excerpt

As she pondered the significance of his words, Sam felt as if she’d been the target of a prank played on her by a sadistic Universe that took pleasure in her pain. Why else had their relationship unfolded with such ease and serendipity, only to crash and burn in the worst way imaginable? There was no other woman, at least none that she was aware of. It was much worse than that. Her husband, who had vowed to love her forever, simply didn’t want her to be his partner anymore as he pursued a dream she fully supported. It didn’t make any sense.

Her knees buckled as she dissolved into anguished tears on the sofa. While the sight of her crying tugged at his heart, Alec made no move to comfort her. After a few minutes of listening to her sobs, he announced, “I want a divorce.”

Chapter Excerpt

When she exited the revolving glass doors, the early summer sun bathed her in its intense heat in stark contrast to the conference room’s frigid air-conditioning. She squinted and sighed in frustration as she fumbled through her purse in search of her sunglasses and keys while walking as fast as she could from the scene.

Then she saw it.

Alec’s six-month-old Pathfinder parked in a shaded area in a remote corner of the lot. She glanced behind her at the building entrance, but there was no sign of him or anyone else. Emboldened, she picked up her pace, incited by a fresh wave of undiluted rage. Although a desire for revenge had never been part of her intrinsic make-up, the finality of the morning’s events had triggered new and overpowering emotions that won out over lingering heartache and depression. She’d just allowed this man to walk away unscathed after he rewarded her devotion by making her a divorcee at an age when most of her friends hadn’t yet married for the first time. He deserved some sort of punishment.

She approached the passenger side at the back bumper and, before she could change her mind, dragged her key across the length of the car. Shaking, she stood at the front bumper for a moment to inspect her   handiwork before the slam of a door a few feet behind her brought her back to reality. Heart pounding, she spun around and was relieved to discover it was nothing more than two business people engrossed in their own conversation as they headed toward the office building. She exhaled deeply, then proceeded in the direction of her Accord before her new ex-husband could discover what she’d done.

Chapter Excerpt

By early December, Sam and David had gone out a few times. But the more hours she spent in his company, the more dramatic the differences between him and Alec became. Stability and maturity aside, she missed that passion and questioned whether it had to be an either/or proposition. Wasn’t it possible to find a combination of Alec and David in someone else? Could Alec just need another year or two of sowing his oats before coming back to her? With every ounce of her being, she wanted to believe it could happen. One night, as if reading her mind, David asked some pointed questions as they sat in a small bistro sipping cappuccino after seeing The Santa Clause 2 with Tim Allen.

“Sam, I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what is the nature of your relationship with Alec? I know you see him from time to time and I was just wondering if you were hoping to work things out with him. I’m just a regular guy, not an up-and-coming country music singer, and I don’t want to hang out with you if you’re still in love with your ex-husband.”

She experienced a powerful twinge of guilt. In fact, not only had she been fantasizing about Alec, she’d seen him several times since she and David had begun dating. Torn over how to explain their relationship to him, she’d chosen to avoid the topic altogether. But now that he’d confronted her directly, it was time to address the situation. She took a deep breath.

“Look, David, there’s nothing going on between Alec and me. We’re truly just friends. We were married for five years and we’ve kinda been through a lot of life together, but we’re not reconciling. I’m on my own path; he’s on his own path. For all I know, he’ll be heading to Nashville tomorrow for his big break. And I do know he’s been enjoying the companionship of groupies, if you know what I mean. There’s nothing you need to worry about.” As she spoke the words, she wondered who she was trying to convince more.

Stay tuned for more details as we get closer to the publication of In Sam’s Shoes! Interested in learning more about my ghostwriting services? Contact me.

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Brown Feather from Heaven?

Brown Feather from Heaven?

I had an interesting experience today. While I was talking to a good friend, I decided to walk out onto my parents’ back deck (where I am visiting), something I rarely do. As she and I engaged in conversation, I looked down and found this brown feather sticking up between the floor boards – as if it was waiting there for me.

My curiosity piqued, I did a little online research to figure out what it could represent.

From NataliaKuna.com:

When you look at a feather, you will notice that there is a shaft running up the center of it vertically (the white part that looks like a stalk) . Well this shaft is hollow – so the  idea is that the person’s prayers go upwards through the hollow shaft to the Creator – and then his blessings come back down to you through the same orifice, which acts as a channel.

Feathers, with their connection to wings as a spiritual metaphor, represent a  strong celestial connection to the Heavenly realms, as well as love, truth, protection, new beginnings and rebirth.

When a feather actually ands at your feet, it is traditionally seen as a positive omen that your calls have been heard and answered. But generally speaking, when you find a feather in a magical way, Spirit is communicating with you and showing you their support and guidance.

On top of the general spiritual meanings of feathers, specific colours  and colour combinations  can also add extra meaning to aid in your interpretation.

Have you heard of that saying:

“Feathers appear when angels are near?” 

Feathers have ethereal qualities and come to you as sacred gifts from heaven. They fall on your path as a sign from the Divine, sent your way in order to comfort you and place you in a state of  joy and higher awareness. Spirit is showing you that you are on the right track and reminding you of your celestial origins and deep connection to  your heavenly home beyond earth.

Not only do angels and guides  send you feathers as a sign of unconditional love and to show you that they are near and hear, guide and support you from above; but also those who have crossed over to the ‘other side.’

A feather, especially a white one, can represent that your loved one in spirit is okay, watching over you and at peace. It is their way to interact with nature and send you a message from heaven.

BROWN

  • earth
  • grounding
  • grounded balance between the physical & spiritual worlds
  • stability
  • endurance
  • home life
  • friendship
  • respect

According to AskAngels.com:

Brown feathers signify grounding, home life, and stability. There is an energy of respect, grounded positivity, and the balance between the physical and spiritual.

Since my brown feather features a bit of white at the bottom, I especially like this interpretation from SacredWicca.com:

Brown feathers give stability and respect. They also symbolize the home and grounding. Brown feathers banded or mixed with white bring happiness and give the kind of protection that enables one to go unnoticed amidst those who would harm them.

In light of recent events, I’m grateful to have received this sign today.

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The Writestream: Magnetic Love with Author and Entrepreneur Jennie Lynn

The Writestream: Magnetic Love with Author and Entrepreneur Jennie Lynn

Join me for The Writestream on Wednesday, June 7 at 11 AM Eastern when I welcome Jennie Lynn, author of the forthcoming book, Magnetic Love:

Jennie Lynn [Hogue-Laurent] was born and raised in Southern Massachusetts. Jennie pursued her college education to become a registered nurse and has been practicing for the past 7 years. She is also a fitness fanatic, and has been a successful professional model and earned worldwide triple Pro card status in natural figure, physique, and bodybuilding. She began her writing career as a magazine editor, and her articles have been published in and on the covers of Natural Gainz Magazine, Natural Mag International, Muscle Sport Magazine, and Be Legendary Magazine. Jennie is also a relationship expert, artist, mentor, speaker, transformational life coach, and holistic health coach. Jennie Lynn is the co-founder of Matrix Success Network, which offers customized elite business coaching as well as individualized leadership and results driven, paradigm shifting programs. She and her husband are among the top world-wide consultants in collaboration with legendary thought leader Bob Proctor and the Proctor Gallagher Institute. Her passions include nature, traveling, reading, learning, and business. She ventured into entrepreneurship in 2016 and happily manages several other businesses with her husband Brian. Magnetic Love is the first of many books she intends to write.

Visit Jennie at www.jennielynn.com/magneticlovebook for more information. To listen to the interview on Wednesday, June 7 at 11 AM Eastern, click on The Writestream: Magnetic Love with Author Jennie Lynn. You can listen by phone at (347) 945-7246. If you would like to ask Jennie a question on the air, press “1.”

Among other things, Jennie will share her motivation for writing the book as a busy, successful entrepreneur and how it is helping her to expand her influence. With a foreword written by Bob Proctor, it is sure to be an international sensation! Watch the video below.

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My First Byline in ‘The Happy Times Monthly,’ (Happy Herald)

My First Byline in ‘The Happy Times Monthly,’ (Happy Herald)

Someone once said that the only reason to look back is to see how far you’ve come. In terms of my writing and publishing career, I just realized it has been 20 years since my first article was published in a local South Florida paper known as ‘The Happy Times Monthly,’ now the Happy Herald.

Back then, the internet was not as advanced as it is today and believe it or not, I didn’t even own a personal computer. I actually typed the article on a typewriter and snail-mailed it to Founder/Publisher Brigitte Lang, after a good friend suggested I should start putting a writing portfolio together. Funny thing is, weeks went by and I never heard anything back from Brigitte. Then, one hot summer day in Boca Raton, another girlfriend called me to share the news that she’d just been in Whole Foods and had seen my headline article (along with the photo I’d submitted) in a stack of free papers. She was nearly out of breath, she was so excited. Having known about my brother Ralph, she was thrilled to see his story in print.

Not only had I finally been published, but my first article was chosen to be the headline. And, although it had not been my motive for writing it, the piece captured the attention of someone else – the man on whom Ken is based in Water Signs. When he saw it, he called the newspaper for my number to congratulate me. Since Brigitte maintains an excellent policy of keeping her contributor’s phone numbers private, she took his name and number and promised to share the information with me. Which she did.

I described the mixed emotions I felt back then in the novel, especially upon discovering Ken was now a father to a baby girl. On one hand, I appreciated the pride he expressed in me, knowing it had been a lifelong dream; on the other, I relived the pain of what had happened, mainly because of an inability to communicate. Ironic, I know.

Anyway, fast-forward about 11 years later, and this real-life event became a pivotal scene in Water Signs: A Story of Love and Renewal:

Beneath the headline ‘My Brother – My Hero,’ and the byline bearing the author’s name, Madeline and Louis smiled back at him, seated at a round dining table. Wow. She’d finally achieved her goal of becoming a published writer. He well remembered the endless conversations, by the ocean, snuggled up on the couch, or wrapped up under the satin sheets of his waterbed, during which Maddy would eloquently share her dreams for the future. In spite of everything, he still missed that connection.

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