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Raina visits me from Wendael again

Raina visit’s me from Wendael again.

I’ve been looking for a unique way to give you extra content relating to my books, their characters and more. I’m still learning how to produce these, and someday I will  be creating flash fiction in this manner.

When I found an iPhone application called Evertoon, I knew this is what I was looking for.

Here is the second emoji cartoon with me and Raina, in which she visits me from Wendael. Caution, as this contains spoilers for book 3 of the Wendael Series. I”m glad she stopped by, as it’s not easy to travel from one Realm to another.  Enjoy!

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Happy Mothers Day

It’s Mother’s Day!

 

A mom can be someone who gave birth to you, someone who became your mom through adoption, marriage, or any other way. Regardless of how she became your mom, she loves you regardless.

I receive emails from a website called Storybird, and one email spoke of a challenge titled, Things I Learned From My Mom. The idea is to write a one page story on what I learned from mom.

I am embarrassed to say when I sat down to think about it, I really could not come up with what I learned.  Does this make me a bad daughter? I certainly felt like one. I spent an hour thinking about my childhood and all the things I learned. It surprised me to know that she taught me a lot while she raised four other tiny humans.

Since the first human, there was a mom. She took that tiny baby to care for and love. Without mom’s teaching us, can you imagine what we would be like? The things she taught which we take for granted, were big steps in our growth.

Here are a few things my mom taught me while raising four other children.

Independence

Mom taught me how to be independent. In her own way, she guided me on how to be self reliant. I am happy knowing she taught me this important lesson so as an adult, I am better off . I’ve met some people who are unable to make big decisions without input from someone close to them.

I have learned to make decisions on my own, but there are times when I seek opinions on the situation from friends or family members. In the end, I make up my own mind. I am better off and more confident because of this. I have my mom to thank for it.

To Be Human

This may sound like an odd lesson, so I will ask you to think about this for a moment. She showed us how to take care of ourselves. How to bathe, dress and eat are just the basics. I shudder at the thought of how we would be without these basic lessons.

She taught us how to interact with other people. This lesson includes knowing situations and people who are bad for us. As teenagers, we argue on this subject because at that age, we think we have all the answers. Mom’s know better and sticks to her guns. And wins. We are better off, and appreciate her wisdom when we’re older.

I like to think of this as sociology lessons. I also learned not to break out in hysterical laughter when she’s scolding me because her facial expressions are funny. I got in big trouble for that. I was listening to what she was saying, but I’m the type of person who sees the humor in things. She didn’t appreciate it. Sorry mom 😳

Fashion Sense

It was the 1980’s so that meant big hair and really weird outfits. Mom’s don’t let us out of the house when we are wearing something questionable. I had this one sweater which was bright colbalt blue with black. My mom said I looked like a big bruise and to change it. At the time, I loved it, but now I look back and realize how it looked on me. It did NOT go well with my coloring. Fashion disaster overted!

Of course this also includes wearing very short skirts which has us looking cheap and tawdry. Mom’s to the rescue to save our virtues.

Shirts with holes? Change that shirt into something else we are told. It’s sad to know how others judge us by what we wear. Mom’s prepare us for this, making sure we understand what it means to be presentable. This means decent with our naughty bits covered. Also, it means to not look like we’ve been wearing the last set of clothing on the planet for the past decade.

A very long time ago when I first started working for a bank, the first thing we are taught is not to judge a person’s worth by what they wear at our window. Good advice!

It’s okay to walk away from something/someone

Mom’s teach us that it’s okay to walk away from bad situations, or people who are not good for us. This lesson normally happens when we find ourselves in a heated argument with somebody, or getting into trouble with others as our comrades in arms. I always walked away from people who weren’t nice, but my brother found himself in bad situations. Mom did her best to scold some sense into him, but I don’t think it stuck. Ha Ha ha, I love him anyway.

How to be happy

Mom’s teach us humor and laughter. For a short time, she takes off her ‘mom hat’ and becomes our friend. She may show us funny innocent pranks, share jokes, or do an activity to have us laughing.

Once we become adults, she remains our friend, knowing exactly what our trigger is. For me, it’s a visit to a zoo on my birthday. Yep, my mom let me be a kid again when she took me to a zoo on my birthday a few years ago.

There are things we never grow out of, and Mom’s remember what these secret things are. She brings these secrets out, and we magically become goofy kids again.

For all the sacrifices mom’s make for us, for the times she held us when we cried, cared for us when we were sick, and all the parts in between, Thank you!

We may not say it, we may have had our differences, but know you are appreciated. No matter how old we become, there will be times when we need our mom.

The world needs mom’s. They are our best supporters, love us no matter what, and we will always be that tiny bundle of joy in her eyes. Mom’s wear many hats to make sure we are well prepared when make our way out into the world. Their efforts are tireless and done out of a love so big and so strong, there is not enough words to express it.

I love my mom’s, and I’m grateful to have two of them. Thank you both for all that you’ve done for me. I love you more than words can adequately express. Happy Mothers Day ❤️

 

 

 

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Eternal Love of Vampires

It is a night of dark desire, a song of subtlety, wolves vent their loneliness.

The ethereal one wakens.

Mist shrouds her pale form, an everlasting dread.

Her silken hair cascades over fragile milk-white shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of shared vitality,

I hunger.

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The Enchanted Violin

by M.J. Natali

 

Kim Saunders looked at the enchanted violin in her hands and felt stressed.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. She had always loved  the island of  Cardiff with its bright, unspoiled beaches. It was a place that discouraged her tendency to feel stressed.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James Sims. James was a charming saint of a man with wavy locks and strong arms.

Kim gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a dowdy, coffee drinker with brunette hair and skinny arms. Her friends saw her as a kind with and open heart. Once, she had even brought a tiny baby bird back from the brink of death.

But not even a dowdy person who had once brought a tiny baby back from the brink of death, was prepared for what James had in store today. She wasn’t in the mood to argue over ownership of the violin. How many years has it been, and still no resolution.

The enchanted violin doesn’t seem to work. How many times has she made the attempt, wishing and hoping, with no results. Besides, she plays it for pleasure. He has no interest in using it. For him, it’s a matter of pride. She can not let him have this. She fingers it again, each digit tingling with each stroke.

Glancing it the distance, the sun shone like gilded gold, making Kim irritable. It’s as if fate favors him.

As Kim stepped outside and James came closer, she could see the big glint in his eye.

Kim looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the enchanted violin, “James, get out of my house,” she replied.

They looked at each other with longing feelings, like two teenagers, deeply gazing into each-other’s eyes at a very popular dance, which had slow music playing in the background and other classmates dancing to the beat.

James glared with all the wrath of a scorned woman. He said, in hushed tones, “I care for you, and want to be together.” James looked embarrassed, his emotions blushing like a new, pink rose, waiting for an answer.

Kim regarded James’s wavy locks and strong arms. “I feel the same way!” revealed Kim with a delighted grin.

Then James came inside for a nice cup of coffee. Kim realized the enchanted violin does work.

THE END