Sheila's Guests and Reviews

I think September must be coming soon. The stores all carry signs saying "back to school." The house empties out. The leaves start to turn... But I'm sure it was still May last time I looked. May... That's when two sons graduated on the same day. We went our separate ways to celebrate then came home again. My weekend's absence from virtual interactions would surely be okay; I'd soon catch up. Then our oldest son moved to Texas and we joined him for the drive (real-life social interactions replacing the virtual for a while). The road trip was great and I'd surely catch up on my networking in June, till July came too soon. A few days vacation; my eBook accepted; edits... excitement reigned. So now it's August and the eBook's officially published and really on sale ( http://ww.gypsyshadow.com/SheilaDeeth.html ). I pack the car and clean out all the "stuff" from corners and pockets as my youngest leaves home. There's a graduation invitat...

Our youngest son, recently graduated English major, has a job starting next week. So now we're packing up his life into the back of a car, and some obscure impulse led me to see if all his boxes would fit into the trunk. It's a two-day drive to his new "home" and I wanted to minimize how much stuff would be visible in the car. There's a computer, of course, monitor, speakers, printer, boxes of books (English major), guitar amp (musician too), numerous guitar pedals, new comforter and sheets (mother's son, I couldn't let him leave home without them), more books, etc... And the amazing thing is, everything fit, perfectly, just like a jigsaw with its pieces falling into place. All these years we've packed him and his brothers up for college. All these years we've struggled with those odd-shaped inaccessible empty spaces. And this year, the last time we ever have to do it, we finally get it right. Kind of ironic really, just as my life starts feeling l...

There's something about rainbows - something magical that makes me view them always through the eyes of a child - something that fills my mind with symbols of unity in diversity, faith in science, beauty in logic, hope in despair... all those falling droplets, all those splitting rays... and soon my youngest son will be going away. He's leaving home for his first grown-up job, first apartment, first time filling in forms on his own. My thoughts wander refracted into a rainbow all their own. Hold him tight enough to let him go. Love him well enough to set him free. Care deeply enough to trust. Then trust enough to pray. It seems almost fitting now that my first eBook's called Refracted - perfect timing that its release should coincide with my need to let go. My youngest son flies the nest just as my scripted baby goes live... Refracted, by Sheila Deeth http://gypsyshadow.com/SheilaDeeth.html The story of a man who gets lost in time and can't remember what he's lookin...