Breakfast With Michael Buble

This morning I was getting ready to go out the door. I was dressed casually, but nicely enough that my daughter knew I wasn’t going to be home working at the computer all day.

“Where are you going this morning?” she asked me as she was getting her breakfast together.

“Out for breakfast,” I said.

“Who are you going with?” she asked.

“You’ll never guess it,” I said.

She looked at me, mulled it over.

“Michael Buble?” she said.

I laughed. She is so funny and knows my affinity for Mr. Buble. Don’t ask me why it was top of mind for her this morning, but even as I’m writing this, I’m still laughing.

“No,” I said. “With Ms. Bari.” Ms. Bari is one of my good friends, and with our extremely busy schedules, we don’t often have the luxury of spending quality time together over breakfast.

“So not Michael Buble?” she asked.

“Nope. Not today.”

Have a great weekend, everyone.

The Latest On My Novel (An Honest Update)

One of the book cover images taken by Jennifer Bumgarner.

Dear Readers,

I thought that since I had offered updates prior to the book’s publication, and you were kind enough to follow along, it was only right that I share what’s happened since the book’s publication. I try to stay positive about it, and continue to try new avenues to spread the word.

What I’ve learned?

It ain’t easy being a self-published, independent author.

It’s been two months since “Beneath the Mimosa Tree” launched. Here’s what I can tell you about the challenges and rewards of self-publishing:

The Big Challenge: Marketing & Spreading the Word—Being an independent author isn’t easy. I’m not backed by a publisher (though sometimes that doesn’t guarantee book sales, either), and that was my choice.  I chose to “go it alone” without even attempting to solicit an agent or publisher. Therefore, I don’t have a Twitter following of 20,000 people like some other independent authors have, and The New York Times Bestseller list hasn’t called begging me for a copy (not yet, anyway-LOL), so marketing it isn’t too easy.

To be perfectly honest, it’s been my Facebook friends, friends, and students who have helped me spread the word the best. When they post a link to my book on their Facebook page and personally recommend it, I see a rise in sales. This has been most helpful, and I’ve continued to thank them for it.

I continue to try to find ways to promote it. My hometown newspaper, The Severna Park Voice, along with The Pasadena Voice, have covered it, and I’m trying to get a little press in the Annapolis papers, as well. Yesterday, I was interviewed by a woman at Howard Magazine for the upcoming September issue, which may coincide nicely with the fact that I’ll have an author table at The Baltimore Book Festival  at the end of September.

When I start to get a little discouraged, I channel Anne Lamott saying, “Take it bird by bird, buddy. Bird by bird.”

The Rewards?

First: When someone emails me, calls me, sends me a note or a FB messages that says they, or someone they know, has read it and enjoyed, I get tremendous pleasure and satisfaction from that.

Second: Just knowing I completed a project I started is the reward.

Contests

I’ve entered two contests, and the results of those contests will be announced within the month. Who knows what my chances are of placing, but I’ve sure got my fingers crossed.

The one contest reviewer for READERS FAVORITE gave “Beneath the Mimosa Tree” a 5-Star Review. To see it, click to see the web page.  I’ve also pasted the review below.

Thanks so much for allowing me to update you. I’m sure there will be more to follow.

The Review By READERS FAVORITE

Reviewed by Alice D. for Readers Favorite

Annabelle Marco and Michael Contelli have been next door neighbors in Annapolis, Maryland, since they both were five years old. In their senior year of high school under the mimosa tree in Michael’s back yard, they realized their attraction to each other. By the end of their college years, Annabelle and Michael are ready to marry. And, oh, aren’t their parents excited about this! However, Annabelle deserts Michael on the eve of their Caribbean wedding as she feels the pushiness of her parents and Michael’s. Both sets of parents obviously are furious with Annabelle, and Michael goes off to London alone and stays there for ten years, marrying the wrong girl for a short and dismal time. Now he is coming back to Annapolis and Annabelle has just ended a disastrous affair with an alcoholic. Will Annabelle be able to apologize to Michael for what she did ten years before and will he accept her apology and be able to love her as he once did?

“Beneath the Mimosa Tree” is a lovely, well-written and well-edited story of childhood sweethearts. Annabelle and Michael, their parents, Annabelle’s grandmother Vivi and all their supportive friends in the United States and London are totally believable. The special charm of this story is that Annabelle and Michael have much to overcome and take their time doing so. They don’t just make up and jump right into bed together. The story’s true-to-life plot flows smoothly to the book’s conclusion and “Beneath the Mimosa Tree” is a story to read and cherish.

The Problem With Movie Trailers

Last week when my husband and I were on vacation sans children, we decided to go to the movies. It’s something we rarely get the chance to do with our busy lives and our children’s busy schedules. As fans of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, we decided to partake of “Dark Shadows.” I won’t do a review here, but suffice to say one word: rental.

Prior to the movie, we were graced with about ten movie previews, and I’m not joking. Now, I realize the way the world works these days. Everything moves quickly: we get our news in three minutes as no one reads the newspaper anymore; we text message short words and phrases and use shortcuts that make me cringe at the usage of the English language; and we can’t slow down two seconds to watch a television show that has commercials, as we fast forward through them on the DVR. But oh my goodness, do movie trailers have to be cut so ridiculously fast? We go from one shot to the next, each scene rarely lasting more than three seconds, the camera angles off kilter, shot, then shot, then shot—it goes so damn fast. I can’t even tell the actors who are in the stinking movie!

Last night during the season finale of “American Idol,” there was a preview for the new “The Amazing Spider-Man” movie that’s going to be released in July. I know Toby Maguire is no longer Spider-Man; however, the preview is cut so quickly, you see Andrew Garfield’s face for all of about—you guessed it—three seconds. It takes all of the romance out of it. To see what I’m talking about, watch the trailer below.

I’m starting to hate movie previews. The whole point of seeing a preview is to give us something to look forward to, let a story unfold. Let us taste and absorb what the story is about, for God’s sake. Of the ridiculous number of movie previews we saw in Florida, trailer after trailer were cut so quickly, I thought I would lose my mind. I actually turned to my husband and said, “These trailers are so annoying. Why does Hollywood not think I have an attention span?” It’s insulting. And to boot, not one made me say: “Oh…I can’t wait to go see that movie.”

And that’s the problem with movie trailers.

It’s Not Pinterest, But It’s My Pin Board

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Dear Readers,

Today I spent the morning cleaning my office at home. I’ve been trying to write a short story, and it’s tough to be inspired in a cluttered mess. The disaster in the office is the result of a busy and rewarding semester, in addition to the chaos of getting my book published and promoting it. I had little time to organize it, and the piles just built up. Trust me: it really, really, really needed to be dissected. This resulted in some great finds; I took some time to reflect on the lovely cards and well-wishes people have sent me over the last few months as the book launched. It was wonderful to look over the cards (I still love cards, paper, books in paper format, etc.—I hope they never go away!), and I decided to dress the bulletin board in my office with these sentiments. Maybe I was just a little inspired by Pinterest, but I wanted the inspiration right there in the room with me—so I can see it—to remind me that I have a fantastic support system around me. As I begin to tackle another project, it provides me not only with comfort, but it also acts as a cheerleading board, whispering, as Nike says, “Just Do It.”

For all the loving, encouraging, kind words friends and family have sent me over the last few months, it is with tremendous gratitude that I thank you. Thanks for taking the time to jot me a note or send a card. And to those of you who have said kind words to me over Facebook, in text messages or emails, attended my Book Talk, or called me on the phone, don’t think I’ve forgotten you just because it’s not on the bulletin board: this board represents all the love that has been sent my way, no matter in what form it arrived.

With love,

Have A Little Faith in “Have a Little Faith”

Confession: I am not a regular church-goer. Though I am Catholic, I often find myself wishing I got more out of a Catholic mass. This is not an easy thing to admit out loud—or on a blog. But I wouldn’t want to make a habit of deceiving my readers by telling untruths.

This statement, however, does not mean that I do not have faith. Nor does it mean I do not believe in God or His hand in things. I do believe.

In fact, I can find God’s hand in the most beautiful places. In my children’s faces and in the faces of those people I love. I see God in my friends and students. I saw God when I looked out across the ocean and into the horizon this past week in Palm Beach as I reflected that only God could make a place where ocean meets sky, where kids running around on sand brings joy, and where iguanas and geckos could walk around under my feet harmlessly whilst I read and allowed my body to get some much needed Vitamin D.

I definitely have faith.

And now I have even more.

I know I’m a little late to the game, but Mitch Albom’s nonfiction book was at the top of my pile of “must reads” while on vacation. “Have A Little Faith,” a book Oprah deemed the “best nonfiction book of 2009,” is a wonderful story that Mr. Albom tells of two men of faith, The “Reb,” a Jewish rabbi who wanted Mr. Albom to give his euology, and Henry, a Christian minister. Told by Mr. Albom, the two stories run parallel to each other, and I thoroughly recommend it to anyone who already has faith, needs a little faith, or just has questions about faith. Mr. Albom shows us distinctly that we are not alone in our wonders of the universe and God. He questions the rabbi with whom he meets often over an eight-year period. They have insightful discussions, and the rabbi opens our eyes to his thoughts on God and his belief in Heaven.

I’m a fan of Mr. Albom’s writing. I read “Tuesdays with Morrie,” and last year on vacation, I read “The Five People You Meet in Heaven,” which my summer Interpersonal Communication class had to read as well. Mr. Albom’s writing has momentum and moves us along; I found myself wanting desperately to know what happened to these people, and how Mitch’s faith altered and intensified from knowing the two men pretty intimately.

Albom is Jewish; his wife is not. Therefore, it’s not at all surprising that he can tell a story and be open-minded to both perspectives. But ultimately what you will be left with is what a kind man the Reb was…and how patient and loving he was to all members of his congregation, as well as his friends and family. This statement goes for Henry as well, though his commitment to his church came much later in life than the Reb’s did.

Nevertheless, I think you will enjoy this story, and it may even make you think about things a little differently than you had before.

A Note on Mother’s Day

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“My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual, and physical education I received from her.”

~ George Washington

On this Mother’s Day, I thought I would share a poem I wrote that reflects the sentiments of mothers on their special day. Enjoy and Happy Mother’s Day!

A Mother Understands

There is no one who can lend a better ear,

Find the right Band-aid

Or tie the best scarf when it’s cold and snowy.

There is no one better to hug you when you’re down

Provide support and inspiration

Or love you when you fail.

There is no one better to wipe away your tears

Hand you a tissue when it’s needed

Or smile with you through your milestone experiences.

A mother understands

The tears, the pride, the smiles, the bliss and contentment

That children do bring ~ it makes our hearts sing!

Such a delight to us all.

Ironic Twists & Turns of Fate

Thankful for the push from my mom and dad. Here we are at my recent book talk on Stevenson’s campus.

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Looking back on my life thus far, I’m lucky: I’ve had it pretty good. You will hear very few complaints from me about the path my professional life has taken. As I spoke the other night to the graduating class at Baccalaureate, it was somewhat ironic that I was standing there giving a speech at all. While I’m a professor and have worked hard to be one, it wasn’t always the case.

The fact of the matter is I didn’t really want to go to college.

It’s true.

My boyfriend at the time wasn’t planning on going to college, though he did end up taking some courses at the community college, and this played a large part in my lack of a desire to go as well. I fought with my parents about it, but they persuaded me to give it a try and see how I liked it. If I didn’t like it, my dad said, I could come back to them and tell them what I did want to do with my life.

I ended up going to Towson University and decided to live on campus. I’ll admit, after touring the school, I did get a little excited. And so, in the fall, despite wanting to stay home and be near my then-boyfriend, I made my way to Towson, where the first person I met was a blonde-haired, personable girl named Stacey from Amityville, Long Island, who was my roommate and is still my friend. It took about 24-hours for me to realize I was glad I had decided to try college. Twist of Fate #1.

Despite the fact that academically my first year was rather bumpy—not for lack of brains, but rather for lack of seriousness and commitment to coursework—I enjoyed school. My father used to joke that I majored in “Partying.” I’m kind of social (okay, I know…I’m very social), and so this sort of got in the way, and I made the mistake of earning a couple of bad grades. When my father saw the grades he said, “These grades are crap. If you don’t get them up, you’ll be out of school so fast it will make your head spin.” He was so calm and so disappointed and that was the end of that.

The next year, I heard people in the mass communication major talking about internships. I was walking through the University Union and came upon the internship board. I saw the index card: “Public Relations Assistants Needed: Baltimore Orioles.” To this day, I can’t tell you what possessed me to write down the address and send off a resume to the club, except that the buzz about internships prompted me to go back to my dorm, break out my electric typewriter with green ink, and draft a resume and cover letter (God only knows what the heck I put in it), and walk it to the mailbox. Within three weeks of mailing off that letter, I had been hired by my dear friend Julie Wagner at the Orioles in public relations. Twist of Fate #2.

What happened as a result of that job in pubic relations was astonishing. My grades improved (and I became obsessed with getting good grades); I loved the courses in my major; I learned to budget my time and balance my school work and my demanding job. My parents, who up to that point shouldn’t have trusted me as they did, were kind enough to allow me to have my car on campus. I turned it around. Good student/good employee/good daughter. After I earned my bachelor’s degree, I decided to go back to school immediately to earn a master’s degree in Professional Writing. Twist of Fate #3.

Fast forward years later: I was the director of publishing at the Orioles. My neighbor across the hall from me in my condo asked if I could teach a course at Anne Arundel Community College in public speaking. I told her my minor was in speech communication. I was hired by AACC, and taught my first course. Twist of Fate #4.

Fast forward again: I worked for a total of 13 years at the Orioles, then worked one year at The Baltimore Sun in Communications as the Creative Services Manager. After that, I decide to teach and try my had at my own writing/design business. When I decided to leave The Sun, my friend, Blythe, who had worked at the Orioles, but who then worked for Ripken Baseball, called me and asked if I knew anyone who wanted to work part-time as a writer/designer. I asked her if she heard through the grapevine that I was thinking of leaving The Sun. She said she had no idea, but thought I might know a freelancer. I secured my first client, Ripken Baseball, thanks to Blythe, and began a two and a half year relationship with them as they were my best client. Twist of Fate #5.

Simultaneously, I got a call from Villa Julie College asking if I could teach a Journalism course. I had continued teaching, and my credentials to that point included courses in public speaking, English 101, and journalism. The timing was right, and I began an adjunct career at Villa Julie (now Stevenson University). Twist of Fate #6

Since my Lucky Number is 7, I will end with this one: In 2008 as my daughter went to full day kindergarten, and I had shut down my business to raise two adorable kids, I was left twiddling my thumbs. A full-time faculty position became available at Villa Julie. I applied, and, well, the rest is history. Twist of Fate #7.

The irony of this story?

Sometimes your parents do know best. I am so thankful they pushed me to go to college even when I had doubts. I would never have given that speech the other night had it not have been for my parents.

Business Communication majors at our Relay For Life event to raise money for the American Cancer Society.

As I stood before the graduates pontificating on life’s wisdom, all I kept thinking was how proud I was of them. It’s so satisfying to know you’ve completed your degree. I had the same sense last year when I earned my MFA in Creative Writing. It was a challenge to earn it while teaching, raising a family, and trying to pay attention to my husband, family, and friends. It wasn’t easy, but it was rewarding. And I think that’s why giving that speech meant a lot to me–I had recently been through it again as I earned that MFA. I know and can relate to the students because I, too, had just been a student.

As for those twists and turns of fate? Embrace them. And, if you can roll with them, you may encounter some pretty wonderful surprises. I know I have, and I’m forever thankful for them.

My Speech to Graduates: Stevenson University

Photo credit: Stevenson University/Maumi Chatterton

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I had the great honor of being tonight’s faculty speaker at Stevenson University’s Baccalaureate ceremony, which is scheduled only a few days before graduation. I was selected by the senior class, and I can’t tell you how that made me feel warm and fuzzy.

We gathered tonight in the Greenspring gym…it looked so beautiful in there. I was touched by the graduates sitting in the front row, and I tried my best to talk directly to them.

Andy Gepert was the student speaker, and Ellen Roskes was the celebrant.

To be completely honest, I’m on cloud nine. Despite having the jitters before I spoke (the waiting can get to me sometimes), I am so happy I was included and a part of the ceremony.

What follows is the speech I gave. Thank you, graduates, for making me feel wonderful tonight. I wish you all the best, and I’ll see you on Friday for graduation.

THE SPEECH: Reflections for Baccalaureate/Stephanie Verni: Break the Ice

Good evening, and thank you.

Graduates. This is your night, a celebration of you. I am here on behalf of the faculty at Stevenson University to congratulate you on four years of success and accomplishments. My name is Stephanie Verni, and I’m a full-time faculty member in Business Communication. I’m honored to be speaking to you all tonight.

Before I begin the daunting task of imparting a meaningful message to you, I’m going to ask you to indulge me. You see, before I came to Stevenson, I worked in corporate America for 15 years, and there’s one thing we love in the world of business, and that’s an ice-breaker activity.

So graduates, I’m going to ask you to participate in an ice-breaker and it comes in the form of Simon Says. I’m sure you all remember this game we played as a child. I’ll be Simon, and you’re to follow directions, but only if I say Simon Says. Got it? So channel your inner child now, graduates, and stand up. Good. You didn’t do it. Now, Simon Says, graduates please stand up.

Simon Says graduates turn to your right.
Simon Says, pat your classmate on the back.
Simon Says, graduates turn to your left.
Simon Says, pat your classmate on the back.
Great job.
Now, Simon Says, graduates face front.
Simon Says, reach your hand straight up. Simon says reach behind and pat yourself on the back.

Well done. You did it. Congratulations. Now sit down.
Ah! Simon Says, please sit down.

Parents and caretakers of these graduates, you also deserve a pat on the back. Tonight is a happy occasion and one to celebrate.

I began tonight’s talk with an icebreaker. So often in life what we have to do is break the ice. Do you remember your first days on campus? Do you remember wondering where your first classroom was or if you would know anyone in the room? Do you remember that first night in your dorm or commuting to campus and wondering where you would park? Do you remember your first class or the first time you talked to that person who is now your best friend?

Often, you have to break the ice in order to begin your journey. Your undergraduate journey is coming to a close. But what about the exciting journey that lies ahead? With so many new experiences and adventures to tackle, all you have to do is break the ice.

I teach a course here at Stevenson called “The Advertising Campaign,” and so I thought I would offer you some words of wisdom, in the form of Advertising slogans, as you move on to the next journey of your life. In the interest of time, I’ve created The Eight Commandments of Ad Slogans to live by, both old and new slogans. And don’t worry—these don’t come in the form of jingles, so you won’t have to endure my horrific singing. If you’re skeptical whether life’s wisdom can’t come in the form of ad campaigns, I’m here to persuade you that they certainly can…Let’s begin…

Number 8: As McDonald’s said many years ago in its most famous ad campaign, “You Deserve a Break Today.” Tonight, relax. Enjoy time with your family and friends as they are here to celebrate with you. It’s one of life’s lessons—there are times when you need to take a break. Stop and smell the roses and enjoy it.

Number 7: You Are Now Free To Move About the Country. (Southwest Airlines). It’s a big country, a big world. Take it on. Make the most of the jobs you get, the friends you make, the connections you hold dear. Visit people, tour the world. Now is the time to do it. When you earn an income, put a little money aside to explore and move about the country, the world.

Number 6: Never forget to Think Outside The Bun. (Taco Bell). I tell my writing and advertising students all the time—where would we be without creativity? Apple computers told us to think different. Think outside the box. Put aside some time to channel your creativity. Paint, draw, write, take photographs, journal, act, dance…whatever it is, your journey relies on your ability to unleash your creativity.

Number 5: The Road Will Never Be the Same. (Acura). Look back on your life and who you are today. Are you the same person you were four years ago? Your life at Stevenson has helped you grow as people, and though you are about to take a drive down a new road, what lessons and memories will you take with you from Stevenson that’s changed you?

Number 4: East More Chikin’ (Chick Fil A)…I tried to find life’s wisdom in “Eat More Chickin’,” but…no…never mind…

Let’s move on to the real Number 4: Life is full of surprises. (Life cereal). We meet surprises along the way on our journeys, and guess what? They can be some of the best parts of life. I met one of my dear friends by chance in a doctor’s office when we took our babies in for check ups. I happened into a teaching career after working in the public relations field for years. I met my husband on the job. There are pleasant surprises ahead. Be ready. Life is full of them.

Number 3: Only Smarties Have the Answer. (Smarties candies). Look at all the smarties in the room about to graduate! You are older and wiser. It may be strange to hear me say “older” and “wiser,” but you are. Now what will you do with that knowledge? Put what you know to good use. Do this not only for yourself, but for others.

Number 2: As Nike says, “Just Do It,” so that you can, as the US Army said, “Be All You Can Be.” These two slogans can apply to anything you attempt to do in life. Whatever it is, whether it’s trying a new career…a move to another state…running a marathon…or becoming involved in civic or community activities, follow your gut, muster your drive and JUST DO IT.

And finally, we’ve reached number 1: As Coca-Cola says, “Open Happiness.” You deserve to be happy tonight and as you move ahead in life. Remember to break the ice, take a leap of faith. When one experience ends, a new one begins. Open that door. As Nissan says, “Life is a journey. Enjoy the ride.”

I wish you much joy and happiness as you move along into your next journey. On behalf of the faculty at Stevenson, congratulations, graduates, and thank you.

A Conversation With My Daughter (I Just Love These)

(To set this scene, you have to understand the following: (1) My daughter’s room can tend to be sloppy; (2) She loves to analyze me; and (3) I am a hypocrite.)

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“Elle—your room! It’s a disaster! Come here and clean it immediately!” I’m shouting to her from the top of the stairs.

She makes her way up, enters the room, and surveys the damage.

“Yup. It’s a disaster, alright,” she says.

“How can you stand it like this?” I ask, picking panties and Squinkies off the floor simultaneously.

She looks at me and cocks her head. “Well, Mommy, you have a lot of room to talk. Nanny told me that when you were younger, your room was a mess too.”

I look at her, and scratch my head. I knew my mother would let the cat out of the bag at some point. Paybacks…

“Well, that’s right,” I say. “I wasn’t very neat.”

“Then why do I have to be?”

I ponder this question. I don’t really have the answer, except to accept that I’m a hypocrite.

“Nanny also told me that you used to get in trouble for staying out too late.”

I start to wonder how long this laundry list of “Nanny said” items will be. There are stories to be told, but not to a nine-year-old. They must be saved until she is graduated from college.

She starts to clean up, and I begin to help her.

“Thanks for helping me,” she says.

I kiss her on the forehead.

“Oh, you know what Poppy said?” she says. “He said he ripped the telephone out of your room and wheeled the stereo out too. You used to get in trouble a lot, huh?”

“Well, sure. All kids get in trouble,” I say.

“Yeah,” she says. “But it sounds like you got in trouble A LOT!”

“Maybe,” I say. “But at least I learned my lessons.”

This leaves her deep in thought as she contemplates the profound wisdom I have shared with her. A minute passes, and then she continues. “Then why is there a pile of your clothes on the chest in your room and your shoes are all over your closet floor?”

“For nostalgia, Elle,” I say. “For nostalgia.”

Hometown Publicity

At my first book signing at Stevenson University. Click on the photo to go to The Severna Park Voice.

If you can’t count on your hometown to give you a little book publicity, who can you count on? I’m so thrilled that The Severna Park Voice covered my first book talk and wrote about it in its latest issue (click on this to read it). Thanks to Meredith Thompson, the journalist who covered the story, and Hayley Gable Bowerman, Editor of The Severna Park Voice, for deciding to feature it. It’s such a thrill.

To my friends who went to Severna Park High School with me, it’s great to see our town is still what it always was–a tight knit group of people who love where they live. Honestly, it’s the reason why I chose our old stomping grounds as the backdrop of my novel. I wanted other people to see Annapolis (and surrounding areas) as I saw it and still see it today–as a warm, loving community that remains scenic and beautiful.

The more talk and promotion the book receives, obviously, the better it will do. I rely on my readers to help spread the word about it. It’s tough being a one man band and trying to get people to notice it in the vast Amazon jungle of noteworthy reads. I’m so thankful The Severna Park Voice wanted to share the news of it.

It’s not too late to get it as a Mother’s Day gift. Jenny’s cover photograph is getting lots of praise, and I can’t tell you enough how it makes my day to hear someone say they liked the story. It’s about regret, forgiveness, family, and love. My characters have a lot to say…I’d love it if you’d give them a listen.

Besides, when you’re through reading it, you may want to indulge in some tasty food and drink, such as a little eggplant parmesean, which you can always wash down with a Mistletoe Martini and a chocolate chip cannoli. Michael and Annabelle are fans of all three.

Regret, Tattoos, and Regret

Dear Readers,

I know I blogged earlier, but I feel I must share this wonderful bit of wisdom with you from Kathryn Schulz on TED. A writer, journalist, speaker, author, Schulz talks about regret, one of the subjects of “Beneath the Mimosa Tree,” and something I, and many others, think about often. This clip is about 16 minutes long, but worth every single second.

I just wanted to share it because it spoke to me. I hope it speaks to you as well about anything that you’ve done in the past that has left you full of regret. This puts a new spin on things.

Also, to those students who ask me WHY I DON’T HAVE A TATTOO, as if I am off my rocker for not partaking of this artistic trend, Schulz explains so beautifully her reasons why she regrets hers. All I can say is ditto and Amen! to her as to why I won’t get one: a tattoo is just way too much commitment for me.

:-)

Heartbreak and Sexy Songs, Part II of Song Week

Part II: Today’s Feature: Steph’s Scribe’s Heartbreak Songs & Sexy Songs

Hopeless romantics do not like to have our hearts broken, but when it happens, we need a really good cry out. In this second installment, here are Steph’s Scribe’s songs that usually bring on the tears…

Heartbreak Songs (Top 12…Yes…that’s right. Could not keep it at 10).

12.           Dreaming with a Broken Heart, John Mayer

11.            And So It Goes, Billy Joel

10.           When Can I See You Again, Babyface

9.             You and Me, Lifehouse

8.             Collide, Howie Day

7.             Jar of Hearts, Christina Perri

6.             She’s Out of My Life, Michael Jackson

5.             Auld Lang Syne, Mairi Campbell & Dave Francis (From Sex & The City) Here it is live…

4.            Say, John Mayer

3.            Cry Me A River, Michael Buble

2.            You Could Be Happy, Snow Patrol

1.            Breakeven, The Script

 

 Sexy Songs

As for sexy songs, these are modern sexy, not old-fashioned sexy, which will come later.

 

10.           No Ordinary Love, Sade

9.             Waiting in Vain, Annie Lennox

8.             Back To You, John Mayer

7.             You Give Me Fever, Michael Buble

6.             I Want Your Sex, George Michael

5.             I’m On Fire, Bruce Springsteen

4.             Dreamlover, Mariah Carey

3.             Come on Get Higher, Matt Nathanson

2.             Let’s Get It On, Marvin Gaye

1.             Crash, Dave Matthews Band