Thunder, Lightning & Macaroni

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Thunder, Lightning & Macaroni

9/10/2015

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From my back deck 10 September 2015

The clouds turned dark, thunder shaking the deck. They had looked threatening all day, the local weatherman finally calling the forecast correctly (...he's about 1 out of every 10, so far). Of all the things I love about spring and summer, a good storm is at the top of my list. That is the one thing I'll miss the most when autumn digs her heels in. She appeases my ache by providing me with crazy bursts of colour from our North Carolina mountains (where the fall foliage is spectacular) to the coast, and the crisp nights are pure Heaven after sticky, sweltering summer heat. As I sat listening to the approaching storm, I wanted comfort food for dinner to go with the soothing sounds I won't hear again for awhile (there goes my menu, AGAIN).

I happily assembled a mac n' cheese recipe in my Crock Pot that I'll serve with steamed broccoli, alongside hot biscuits with butter and honey. That task complete, I returned to the deck so I wouldn't miss Mother Nature's spectacular show. I think part of my love affair with storms has to do with finally conquering my blinding fear of them. They represent the awesome power that's inside of me, inside us all, if we learn to channel it properly. So, tonight my family will come home to yet another meal that strayed from the menu, which they're very used to by now and at bedtime, we'll leave the front blinds open to watch whatever is left of the lightning as it slips away. And tomorrow, there will be leftover mac n' cheese for lunch! I'd call that a damn fine day!

Macaroni goodness in there 10 September 2015

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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