“Change Your Bra. Change Your Life!”

I am delighted that my friend and fellow Indie Author, Trish Dawson, has asked me to be this week’s featured guest writer. As we travel along this exciting journey called life, we may be faced with unexpected obstacles, challenges, and may have to adjust to the changes we face as we travel down this road. Change. Such a daunting thought. Change can be good, and yet, at times, it may not …

It’s been said that,

“Change is good.”

“It’s for the best sometimes.”

“Change makes us stronger.”

At this point in my life, I am beginning to wonder what is so good about it?

For some, change is as painful and as terrifying as a root canal without anesthesia. Many people fight it kicking and screaming and thrashing about like a 200 pound swordfish having it out with a rusty hook impaled in its scaly cheek.

Lately it seems as if change is becoming a constant force in my life; as constant and predictable as the setting sun and the ebb and flow of the tides. As these life altering changes take place of late, I’ve become very adept at learning how to juggle many spinning plates in the air at one time and have become very good at balancing quite precariously on an incredibly narrow tightrope taking one delicate step at a time along the wire shaking with fear, because unbeknownst to me, some wise guy has removed the safety net! I’m curious to know exactly when I joined the circus and became the featured performer, however I will admit there is quite a thrilling show within the center ring.

One recent afternoon when I ventured to the mall to make some much needed purchases, I noticed a large advertisement hanging in a store window featuring a beautiful model’s scantly clad, young body. She was adorned in lacy underthings and there was not a ripple of cellulite or ounce of excess fat on this lovely creature.

“Hmmph,” I growled upon looking at her in all her seductiveness.

I wanted to draw a big, fat mustache on her upper lip, but I resisted the temptation to do so. Featured right below her perfectly toned thighs, were the following words written in frilly, feminine font:

“Change Your Bra. Change Your Life!”

As I read those words over and over a few times, I chuckled to myself and pondered that proclamation while wishing my torso and thighs were as perfectly airbrushed as hers.

“Change Your Bra. Change Your Life!”

Oh, if only it were that easy!

So, throwing caution and my well worn undergarments to the wind, I ventured into this secret place and decided to take a huge leap of faith and one giant step toward changing my life. I figured at this point I had nothing to lose except 50 bucks and a little bit of time. Upon entering this elegant establishment, I gazed upon rows and rows of satiny, frilly, and lacy brassieres that sent my head

spinning as fast as one of my plates in the air, but not being one to dilly dally and being the kind of woman who knows exactly what she wants, I zeroed in on a satiny black number with a prominent rhinestone perfectly positioned right in the center of this piece of feminine lingerie. Wasting no time, I approached the register and plopped down my American Express card. The young, twenty-something salesgirl began to wrap my new purchase carefully and meticulously in leopard print tissue paper while I looked on with fascination and anticipation. I thanked her profusely and proudly carried my pink striped bag out of the mall like a giddy school girl upon receiving her first straight-A report card.

Arriving home faster than normal, I trotted up the curved stairway and placed the bag upon my bed and stared at it with wonder and thought,

“Could this simple, yet sexy brassiere be the key to my happiness, prosperity, eternal youth and true love?”

Removing my treasure from the leopard print wrappings, I began the divine ceremony feeling as if I possessed the Holy Grail between my very own two hands. I stood there before the full-length mirror admiring my new purchase and its perfect, almost seamless fit on my 50-plus year old body as the sun glinted off the prominent rhinestone and sent the rays glinting toward the ceiling.

Waiting, wondering, wishing …. hoping that some magical transformation would take place within the walls of my bedroom as if I were under some fairy-tale spell thinking that at any moment my windows would burst open and the warms rays of the sun would illuminate every square inch around me, the trees would bloom profusely with perfect flowers, the walls would spring forth with vines overflowing with purple and pink passion flowers, the birds would flutter into my room and sit adoringly on my window sill chirping their little avian hearts out, the bunnies, and rabbits and raccoons, Bambi-like deer batting their long, luscious eyelashes and assorted other forest creatures would spring happily and rest at my feet looking at me with wonder and adoration, and me, here in my black bra would burst triumphantly into song with a voice like an angel singing with passion only to wish that someday my prince would come …

It’s been about three weeks now since I changed my bra, and as of this moment in time, not too much has changed. I haven’t won the lottery, been able to buy my dream car, save the whales, pay cash for a 7,000 square foot penthouse in New York City, and my Prince still has not arrived, but I’m still hoping. And yes, I’m still wearing my new, black satin with a rhinestone in the middle bra, and still hoping that my 50 dollar investment will someday yield forth some serious returns.

“Change Your Bra. Change Your Life!”

As of yet, nothing for me, but when the change finally does happen, you’ll be the first to know!

Thank you SO much Susan for joining us today! The post was lovely! (Everyone join me in a warm round of applause for Miss Susan’s wonderful post today!!) You can follow Susan on her blog and be SURE to check out her upcoming release: “My Life in the Lounge – Observations of Life from the Edge of a Martini Glass”. Thank you again for your visit today Miss Susan!! 😀

Happy Hump-Day, Everyone!

Dying to Forget is FREE today on Amazon!

Hi Ya’ll! Dying to Forget – book #1 of The Station series is FREE today and tomorrow (Monday/Tuesday) on Amazon for those of you with a Kindle, or the free Kindle app on your smart-phone or computer! Pick up your free copy today!! 😀

Happy Reading, everyone!

Happy Meatless Monday! :D

So this is a quick post – more of a ‘Did ya know?’ sort of post. 😉 Recently I discovered that many dairy-free milks (soy, almond, etc…) contain something called Carrageenan. It’s a Vegetarian alternative to gelatin. I’ve never heard of it being bad for you before, but it ‘could’ be. There’s been some chatter online about the “possible human carcinogen” being in almond milks…and since this is what I used for cooking and cereal for not only myself but my children, I went straight to the fridge to see if my Target-bought, Silk brand Almond Milk contained it. And no…it did not. Phew. Check out Health Concerns of Wikipedia’s definition page for more detailed info about what the International Agency for Research on Cancer is concerned about. I don’t want you to panic and throw out everything in your fridge…this is simply a way to spread awareness. And I may add, the concern seems to be in ‘degraded carrageenan’. What that means exactly, I don’t know. Which is why to be safe, I’ll be checking labels to make sure we don’t buy Almond Milk or any other item with carrageenan in it until more research with people (and not ANIMALS) is done.

This is just a reminder to pay attention to what we consume. Just because it says ‘All Natural’ or ‘Organic’ doesn’t mean we should skip our responsible duties by checking out our foods before buying them. A good rule of thumb…if you read something on a label and you can’t pronounce it, or have no idea what it is – ask someone in your grocery store. And most of us have smart-phones now, so it would only take a minute to check it out…all while you’re standing there in the store.

So…here’s to healthier and happy eating (and drinking) on this Meatless Monday, everyone!

He’s here…Connor!

Connor took a small break from the road to join us this fine Friday from ‘I Hope You Find Me’ – book #1 of the Find Me series. If you would like to know more about Connor and Riley’s story…please visit Amazon today! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy what Connor has to say! 🙂




Alrighty folks…while Connor gets himself adjusted all nice and comfy in the interview chair, I’ll allow the gentlemen a moment to grab some towels and hand them off to the ladies so they may wipe the drool from their mouths. While that happens, I’ll just fluff this pillow right here for Connor and make sure he’s perfectly situated. Okay, hands off, I know…Riley is just outside playing fetch with Zoey.

Thanks for being here today, Connor. Are you comfortable?

Ahhh…thank you for having me Trish. And yes, yes I’m very comfortable. I haven’t had lemonade this tasty in a long time. And what are these…chocolate chip cookies? You shouldn’t have!

Oh, it’s just a little snack is all. (clearing throat) Okay, so I would love to pick your brain for a little bit if you’re ready?

Fire away!

Well, I think it’s safe to say many ladies are on Team Connor. How does this make you feel?

It’s the abs, right? It must be the abs.

Umm, yeah, it might be the abs and well…other things, but let’s try and keep this interview somewhere around PG13, shall we? (laughter)

Whatever you say, ma’am. (Connor leans forward to lift his glass off the coffee table before taking a sip and resting it on his thigh) So, your question…why would the ladies be on Team Connor? Well, they have excellent taste, no? And perhaps they find the relationship between Connor and Riley as natural and organic, and just want to see them survive and end up together. That’s what I want, at least.

Did you just wink at me, Connor?

Yes, yes I believe I did. (laughter)

So I’ll just skip right over that and ask the next question that I personally want to know: In a post-outbreak world, food is limited. Is there anything you really miss eating?

Ice Cream…hands down. Especially after this summer. The heat was brutal at times and for whatever reason I kept thinking about ice cream.

Any particular flavor?

Chocolate fudge brownie, mint chocolate chip. And cookie dough. Oh wow, what I wouldn’t do for some cookie dough ice cream.

(laughter) All excellent choices. And I do believe I heard your Irish accent with that answer.

Did you now? I have lived in the States off and on for the last ten years, so it’s just easier to adapt I guess. But when I get excited I definitely don’t sound American. I sound daft and no one can quite place my origins.

Is that because you’ve traveled a lot?

Yes, I lived in Ireland until I was about seventeen and spent some time in London. Traveled around Europe for a bit, and parts of North Africa. I’ve split my time here in the States between New York and California…for work.

Do you miss your home Country, Ireland?

Yes and no. Yes because it will always be home and it’s beautiful there, ya know? But my life has led me other places, I’ve met people on my journey that I would never have met if I was still at home. I wouldn’t change the fact that I left, just perhaps who I would have taken with me.

Are you talking about your son, Roan?

Yes. I miss him. I think about him every day and hope that wherever he is, he is safe and healthy. It’s becoming harder to believe that though as time creeps by and I’m stuck thousands of miles away from him and his mum.

I’m so sorry. I can only imagine your heart-ache, Connor. (squirming slightly in my chair as Connor stares at me) Roan’s mother…were you married?

We don’t get a long. Never have, really. The only good thing that came out of our relationship was Roan.

Tell me more about him.

Ahh, well he’s ridiculously cute and very mischievous. He likes to hide things…keys, wallet, handbag, cellular, shoes, you know…those things you seem to be looking for right as you head out the door? He loves running and is hard to catch. And he will make you check under the bed and in the closet twice for monsters.

He sounds beautiful.

Yes, he is.

I hope you see him again one day. Do you ever think about having more children?

I see where you are going with this. Children with Riley, you mean?


Well, I’ve always wanted more children. I’m sure Riley was an amazing mom. We haven’t really talked about that though with everything else that has happened recently.

Yes, of course. There’s a lot going on in your life right now, isn’t there? Aren’t you on your way out of town?

There is a lot going on. Never a dull moment with Riley. And yes, we are on our way out of town, heading north. I’m afraid that’s all I’m allowed to say.

You can’t tell your fans anything more? Not even a teeny hint?

(Connor shifts in his seat and runs a hand through his tousled, dark hair as he considers my question) Hmm. We are going on a mission, I guess you could say. To find someone. I don’t know if it will be successful but this journey of ours will take us from the mountains of San Diego into Los Angeles. And I have to admit I’m not looking forward to going back there. Not with dead people.

Are you afraid of things that go bump in the night, Connor?

(nervous laughter) I never used to be. But now, hell yeah. Mouse farts make me jump. I opened up the refrigerator a week ago and the lightbulb was burnt out, so it was dark and for just a moment I thought a damn ghost was going to come out of the ice box. The ice box. I would take Riley into the bathroom with me if that didn’t deflate what little manhood I have left.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your manhood. In fact, you seem like the kind of man who would fight to the death for his love.

This is true. I would die for Riley.

You love her.

You know I do. Very much.

And this is why your fans are on Team Connor.

(Connor smiles slightly and might even be blushing a bit)

Your fans would really like to know what you see happening in the future. There’s only a handful of survivors left after the super-virus killed 99.99% of the population, and since then you and Riley have become close…where do you see things going for the two of you?

Hmm. (he pauses to rub the dark stubble on his chin with one hand, while fidgeting with the hem of his jeans just above his knee) Honestly, we are taking it day by day, some days we take it hour by hour. There is no predicting one’s future when you don’t know who is out there, or where to go, or even what to eat on some days. But we are alive, and I want to keep it that way, despite the pain Riley and I feel for our lost loved ones, we did survive. We need to live.

And there is nothing else you’d like to share…perhaps something about your past that we aren’t aware of?

You would know better than me. What secrets should I have?

Ok, point taken. Well, I should probably let you get back to your journey. Riley is waiting for you, after all. It was great chatting with you today Connor, thanks for taking the time to talk with me and answer some fan questions.

(He stands and downs the last bit of his lemonade before placing the glass carefully back onto the table) It was a pleasure to be here, thank you so much for having me. (He gives me a quick hug before turning to walk out of the room)

Connor, one more thing?


Do be safe.

Kaitlyn Deann is in the HOUSE!

My name is Kaitlyn Deann and I’m 17. I like to write. And tigers. And fruit. And cookies. And books. And starting sentences with unnecessary conjunctions.

Just kidding.


I do not like the smell of skunk. I know; I’m strange. Don’t stare.

I’d like to take a minute…

*Pauses, and then….*

♫ ♩ ♬ so just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air…. ♫ ♩ ♬

Yes, that was necessary.

Anywho. I would like to thank the amazing and talented Trish Marie Dawson, who invited me to do a guest blog! Thanks a trillion!

I’d also like to talk about tigers. Reason? I have tigers in my book THE WITCHES’ SLEEP. Okay, okay. So they aren’t full tigers. They’re weretigers. Yeah, you read right. WEREtigers. Half person, half tiger.

Best. Combination. Ever.

I’m a genius. A humble genius, that is. *Winks cockily*

Okay, so my weretigers’ tiger part of them is different from an earth tiger. They have a laryngeal.

What in the universe is that, Kaitlyn?!

The laryngeal muscle is a muscle that some — I repeat, SOME— felines have. When inhaling and exhaling, it vibrates, enabling them to purr. Tigers (from earth, that is) DO NOT have this muscle. Tigers do what is called chuffing. Sometimes it’s considered a friendly growl. They chuff when saying hello or they’re happy.

What does this have to do with weretigers?!

Chill, dude. This is a serious moment… My weretigers are NOT from earth. They are from a planet called Torx, where the dominate species are were-creatures — half person,half animal people. So what does this have to do with the laryngeal muscle? All the felines from Torx, all the were-cats, have this muscle.


Because they are not from earth. They are tigers. My tigers.

The end.

Thanks for the awesome Guest Blog today Kaitlyn! You can find Kaitlyn here on her website, facebook, and Twitter.

Happy Hump-day Everyone!