Life Gets Better and Better!

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have Soul Mate author Neva Brown talking about the optimism and work ethic that inspired her amazing life journey.

Here’s Neva!

jonevabrownDescribe your first act.

I grew up a country kid, my dad’s top cowhand. I learned to ride on an old cow horse then graduated to a horse trained just for me. I worked cattle and sheep, built fence, repaired windmills, and helped lay in bundled feed and baled hay for the livestock to eat through the hard winter months. I also learned to garden and to preserve vegetables, fruits, and berries for the family’s food. Regular school and church attendance were givens. My dad wasn’t allowed to finish school. Consequently, he was determined my siblings and I would be educated (five of my public school years I didn’t miss a single day). Above all, I was loved but not coddled.

My first date was with the best looking cowboy in high school. Four years later I married him. When our two sons were less than three years old (not twins), we lived on a ranch twenty-three miles from town with no phone or electricity. It was there I wrote my first little stories.

In time, drought and my husband’s battle with debilitating arthritis sent me back to school to get a teaching degree which served us well in the ensuing years. Our sons grew into productive citizens and married wonderful women (found them without my help—can you believe it!). Now the grandchildren add joy and sparkle to my life.

What triggered the need for change?

I retired from teaching and my husband’s health dictated that we move to town where our life style changed. We now live in a community of “active mature adults.” Life is good!

Where are you now?

This second act of my life is fun, challenging, and just might be a little self indulgent. I write romance novels—contemporary and historical. They range from sweet to sensual. I love spending time with my characters be they naughty or nice. They used to be my guilty, secret pleasure. Now I acknowledge them openly. Some of my contemporaries raise their eyebrows and look a little shocked, but others are a regular cheering section for me.

I found kindred souls in the San Angelo Writers Club and connected with my first critique partners. Soon after that, I braved the internet and found a wealth of supportive online writing groups. Just last year, I finally took my courage in hand and sent a novel, CASEY’S COURAGE out into the publishing world. It found a home and is now on Amazon. My second novel, A PRETTY PENNY, is to be published this spring by Soul Mate Publishing. Life gets better and better!

What advice would you give someone considering a second act?

Never let “I’m too old” or “I don’t have time” be excuses for not doing what you down deep in your heart know you want to do.

Any affirmations or quotations you wish to share?

My two maintstay quotes…

“I do the very best I know how—the very best I can, and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what is said against me won’t amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.” Abraham Lincoln (1860)

“God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” II Timothy 1:7

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Blurb

LOVE hunkers down and hides but abides until Casey and Tres realize life without love is just existing not really living.

Just as accomplished horse trainer Casey Mason, PhD, feels she’s earned her independence, disaster strikes and her life is forever changed. She must put her life back together bit by piece. The obstacles and her old beliefs seem insurmountable; making her wonder if love can conquer all.

Jordan Spencer III (Tres) inherits Spencer Ranch where Casey, the riding buddy of his youth, still lives. Casey, a beautiful, complex woman, creeps into his mind and heart. Bitter experiences make him shy away from a serious relationship with a woman; yet he and Casey have a special connection. As she struggles with her rehabilitation, he micromanages her life with quiet efficiency until he pushes her past some invisible line. When Casey disappears from his life, he learns more about himself than makes him comfortable. Coming to terms with the past so he can move on to a future with Casey is a challenge that tests his mettle.

Where to find Neva…

Amazon | Twitter | Facebook | Website

Joanne here!

What an uplifting post! Thanks for sharing your journey, Neva, and best of luck with all your literary endeavors.

Journeying Toward a Second Act

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have Carol Varsalona talking about her inspiring journey from the classroom to unretirement.

Here’s Carol!

carolvHow many times have we heard the phrase, life is a journey? Is it about the destination or the how and why of the journey? I asked that question many times, discovering that life’s detours not only provide challenges but passageways if you travel with an open heart.

Several decades ago, I passionately engaged in my first act: entering the teaching profession as an idealistic young reading specialist working with urban youth. With hope and a zest for creating optimum learning opportunities, I traveled from central New York school districts to Long Island as a new bride. Finding a position was not challenging but adjusting to the patterns of life on Long Island was problematic at first. Life normalized until an unpredicted event caused a major detour.

Ironically on Labor Day, my first child was born under a set of harsh experiences that left him with both a physical disability and learning problems. In the early years of motherhood, I learned from hardship, strength of character develops. Despite the challenges, deep faith allowed hope to grow and with grace, I began to balance a career in education, marriage, and motherhood of two, but my career plans to become a leader of literacy were placed on hold.

Twenty-five years later, the realization of my dream came to be when I joined the ranks of district-wide literacy administrators. But life has its way of turning gold into dust and shortly after this new opportunity came my way, I was diagnosed with Stage 2 lymphoma. Faced with the brutal truth that the road to recovery was an arduous one, I journeyed once again with the support of family. It was the power of prayer and medicine that led me through a difficult, but gratifying, decade in educational administration.

As with all careers, there comes a time when retirement appears to be a next step in life, but for me it was not an easy transition. I never equated retirement with a state of complete bliss. I questioned its parameters while contemplating what life would bring. I accepted a change of direction but wondered what that entailed. In a matter of days following retirement from public education, I allowed faith to transition me onto a new path once again.

My life was reimagined as an ELA consultant using my expertise to build a customized suite of protocols that would challenge educators to new levels of thinking. With this shift, I crossed a metaphorical bridge to find my niche in retirement, unretirement that allowed me to pursue my passions in unique ways. Unretirement became my gateway to open paths where pausing, reflecting, redesigning, and renewing life became the stepping-stones.

With a resurgence in the process of contemplation, I recently shared my ten-year remission story during a #pfwchat conversation on Twitter. Although I have talked about the miracle of survival in face-to-face conversations, it was daunting to discuss it openly in a public forum. Speaking from the heart has become an avenue to help others find comfort in the challenges they face while providing me with the space to grow as a learner. It is through the spirit of openness that I have found solace in stillness, gratitude despite obstacles, and a reinvented me who left a first act to play out a second one.

For those wishing to pursue a second act, determination and strength of character will be your guide. Journey on, beyond rocky climbs and steep ascents to find stillness. Breathe, reflect, and step lightly on a new path where desires and expectations intersect reality.

Roads Beyond

Roads Beyond

There are roads beyond,

With twisting turns, questionable forks,

Straight paths that beckon

And burdensome, rocky climbs.

Step lightly; rush not.

Cautiously journey,

Map in hand, mission in mind.

Progress faithfully;

Search in stillness

To embrace the journey.

Publications

“Picture This Program Engages Junior High School Students in the Literacy Experience” Reading Today (April/May 2008)

“Engage Me! Building Family Connections Through Digital Storytelling” 2012 The English Record 61(3), 85-119.

Numerous Regional, State, and National Presentations on Re-designing the Literacy Classroom and Building Collaborative Communities.

Where to find Carol…

Website | Google+ | Twitter

Joanne here!

Thank you, Carol, for sharing your journey. I am in awe of the inner strength and determination that enabled you to transcend the many challenges you have faced. You are an inspiration to all of us.

Shattered First Acts Make Sweeter Second Acts

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have Catherine Castle talking about an unexpected second act and her debut novel, The Nun and the Narc.

Here’s Catherine!

catherinecastleWe all go through a series of second acts in our lives. We transition from teenager to adult, from single to married, from wife or husband to parent. Most of us go from job to job. Change can be scary, even if you want it, and shattered first acts can be devastating, if you let them be.

My first act was shattered at 19 when I was turned down for musical theatre at the University of Cincinnati College Conservatory of Music. The only thing I ever wanted was to sing professionally. With no music theory background, the college took me in on probation based on the quality of my voice. I thought I was on my way when I made that cut. But at the end of the year I was told, “Sorry. You have a beautifully sweet voice, but sweet will never make it as a singer.” That news hit me so hard I didn’t sing in public for over a year, which, for a singer, was like a year without food or water.

At a loss for a career, it never occurred to me to try something I had been doing all my life—writing. I had been so focused on singing that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. Writing was a creative outlet not a job choice. Instead, I went to business college. After graduation I married my high school sweetheart, who helped soothe my shattered soul, and, after that first year of no singing, I gathered the courage to sing again in public. I had let people who didn’t believe in me shatter my dream, but others appreciated the gift God had given me. In spite of not following a singing career, I knew I had an obligation to use my gift however I could.

Fast forward 21 years later and I’m very happily employed as a domestic engineer, a fancy title in that era for mothers and housewives who didn’t have paying careers. Still writing for myself, I began to wonder if I could make money on my hobby. The local weekly newspapers featured articles by by-lined contributors who I learned were non-staff members submitting articles for publication. In the simplistic, mostly uninformed mind of someone who had never taken a journalism course in her life, I thought, I know how to write. I could do that. So, I began to look for ideas to write about. The opportunity came when our church built a new facility. I gathered up my courage, called the paper, and asked if I could submit an article about the groundbreaking.

The editor said, “Sure, but I can’t pay you or give you a byline.”

No pay and no byline almost stopped me. I was older and wiser, however. I had once let others stop me from pursuing a dream, and I was not about to give this one up. I’d give away as many articles as I needed to in order to get the job as contributor. So, I said, “No problem.”

I studied the paper’s lead writer, modeling my piece after hers, and I was thrilled when they printed it just like I’d written it—not a single correction. Then I promptly tried to think of something else to write about. My efforts netted me nothing until the church had its first service in the new building. Once again, I gathered my courage and asked if I could do another piece. I bargained for a byline, offering this piece free, too, and the editor accepted the terms. Seeing my name at the top of the article hooked me. I wanted to see that again and again.

Shortly afterwards, I invited the editor to a writer’s meeting to talk to members about writing for the newspaper. I wanted to know how to become a stringer, and I was too scared to come right out and ask her to hire me. When she finished her talk, I asked two questions. What kind of topics was she looking for as newspaper articles? (Remember I sucked at coming up with ideas back then.) And how did one become a stringer?

She looked at me and said, “Come into the office tomorrow and we can talk about signing a stringer contract for you.”

I worked part time for the Community Press for 10 years. When I left their employ to focus on fiction writing, the second act of my writing career, I had over 600 articles and hundreds of photos to my credit. I had branched out into other markets writing for children, seniors, learned how to reslant and reuse my interviews and notes, and bargained for rights. Other regional editors from Community Press papers would call me to string for them, and I gladly accepted every job.

It’s funny how things work out. Had I made it into musical theatre, I might not have married my high school sweetheart. I’d have been in New York chasing another dream. I wouldn’t have my wonderful husband, beautiful daughter, or even my best friends. One shattered dream turned into a lifetime of happiness and a different career, albeit much later than I ever dreamed possible.

If you’re looking for your second act in life, here’s a piece of advice: Your dream is closer to you than you probably realize. Had I realized at age 19 the writing path waited for me I might not have taken 21 years to discover journalism and another 23 to become a published author. I could have a lot more books out there had I discovered that second act dream sooner.

I once interviewed a woman who got her GED at age 80. So, don’t let others, taking chances, or being afraid discourage you. Follow your dreams whenever they become known to you. It’s never too late.

I didn’t realize it until I was writing this blog post, but The Nun and the Narc is about second acts, too. Sister Margaret Mary and the hero Jed are faced with their own second acts in a fast-paced action adventure.

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Blurb from The Nun and the Narc

Where novice Sister Margaret Mary goes, trouble follows. When she barges into a drug deal the local Mexican drug lord captures her. To escape she must depend on undercover DEA agent Jed Bond. Jed’s attitude toward her is exasperating, but when she finds herself inexplicable attracted to him he becomes more dangerous than the men who have captured them, because he is making her doubt her decision to take her final vows. Escape back to the nunnery is imperative, but life at the convent, if she can still take her final vows, will never be the same.

Nuns shouldn’t look, talk, act, or kiss like Sister Margaret Mary O’Connor—at least that’s what Jed Bond thinks. She hampers his escape plans with her compulsiveness and compassion and in the process makes Jed question his own beliefs. After years of walling up his emotions in an attempt to become the best agent possible, Sister Margaret is crumbling Jed’s defenses and opening his heart. To lure her away from the church would be unforgivable—to lose her unbearable.

Where to find Catherine…

Website | Blog | Amazon | Goodreads | Twitter | Facebook

Joanne here!

Thank you for sharing your inspiring journey, Catherine. Last month, I read The Nun and the Narc in two sittings. Simply delightful!

Stepping Out of the Box

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have Lilas Taha talking about a challenging life journey and her debut novel, Shadows of Damascus.

Here’s Lilas!

Lilas Taha copyDescribe your first act.

Born in Kuwait to a Palestinian refugee father, and a Syrian immigrant mother, I had a mix of cultures in my upbringing. In 1990, I was displaced by the Gulf war, and landed in the United States under very difficult circumstances. I was almost penniless, experiencing culture shock, and worried sick about my family trapped in a war zone.

I had a bachelor’s degree in Electrical Engineering from Kuwait University, but no papers to prove it since the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait destroyed my chance to obtain any records. The war wiped my past, and took away my present. I was determined not to let it rob me of a future I wanted and deserved. I found a way to pursue a Master’s degree in Human Factors Engineering from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and landed a decent job in the process. I married a wonderful man and moved to Texas to establish a family. I am the proud and extremely lucky mother of a daughter and a son.

I chose the field of social safety instead of the Industrial field, working with domestic abuse victims. Over the years, I saw different forms of survival, different levels of strengths that propelled people, especially victimized women, to escape the wars they carried within and get on the path of recovery. I admired their perseverance, their undeniable desire to live free of fear and violence, and their unimaginable courage to break away.

What triggered the need for change?

Having roots in Syria from my mother’s side, I have deep ties to the country and its culture. Furthermore, my father’s family also lived in Syria as Palestinian refugees. Every chance my parents had, they took us to Syria to connect with family members on both sides. As an American, I culturally identify myself to have a mix of Syrian and Palestinian background.

When the uprising started in March of 2011 in Syria, I understood the initial peaceful movement. I understood the driving force behind it, the desire to live free of oppression and with dignity. But when it quickly spiraled into full civil war, every thought and emotion left me, replaced by fear. Family, loved ones, friends and acquaintances are caught by the incomprehensible violence. And I know death dose not discriminate when it sweeps in with bombs, bullets and destruction.

Feeling helpless to do anything from a distance, I found myself in a very dark place emotionally, and I needed an outlet. So I started writing Shadows of Damascus as a form of therapy. I didn’t just set out to write a story. I had a deep desire to catch part of the struggles survivors go through by no means, giving their agony its due rights. Although my characters are completely fictional, I drew on my own experiences to express the jumble of emotions involved. My aim was not to describe a political climate that was, and still is, too volatile and complicated to explain without delving in history lessons. I wanted to write about emotions, about the people who have to endure the rest of their lives with unusually heavy loads on their backs. I wanted to write about life, rather than death and destruction. But how could I do that when the premise of the plot is set in two still active wars?

I am constantly aware of the heavy price any meaningful success requires of people. I also became aware of the burden carried by some American soldiers who were involved in Iraq. I wanted to bring the two worlds together. The hopeful dreamer that I am, I wanted my hero and heroine, two destroyed souls by completely different wars, to have a chance in life. And so the story of Yasmeen and Adam began.

Where are you now?

I am now in a hopeful state. Fear gave way to acceptance. Having published my first novel–a long time dream for any aspiring writer–I am looking forward to a time when peace, not war, propels me to write another kind of story. In the meantime, I am finishing up my second novel, discussing a love story that blossoms in a volatile environment again, though a different one this time. I found my place in this world, finally. I want to continue writing, hoping my stories appeal, educate, and entertain readers.

Any affirmations or quotations you wish to share?

This comes from my training as an engineer: Every problem has a solution. I find this applicable on the social level too, if one looks hard enough and is willing to step out of the box circumstances and/or society imposed.

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Blurb

Bullet wounds, torture and oppression aren’t the only things that keep a man—or a woman—from being whole.

Debt. Honor. Pain. Solitude. These are things wounded war veteran Adam Wegener knows all about. Love—now, that he is not good at, not when love equals a closed fist, burns, and suicide attempts. But Adam is one who keeps his word. He owes the man who saved his life in Iraq. And he doesn’t question the measure of the debt, even when it is in the form of an emotionally distant, beautiful woman.

Yasmeen agreed to become the wife of an American veteran so she could flee persecution in war-torn Syria. She counted on being in the United States for a short stay until she could return home. There was one thing she did not count on: wanting more.

Is it too late for Adam and Yasmeen?

Buy Links

Amazon US | Amazon UK

Where to find Lilas…

Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook (Author) | Facebook (Book) | Goodreads | LinkedIn

Joanne here!

Thank you Lilas for inspiring us with your journey and insights. Best of luck with Shadows of Damascus.

Leaving Wall Street

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have Susan Peterson Wisnewski describing her journey from investment banker to author.

Here’s Susan!
susanpixBriefly describe your first act.

I’ve had several acts – the first was a stint in the world of finance. I was an investment banker and sold bonds to financial institutions specifically credit unions, regional banks and pension funds for over a decade. Sounds glamorous but a woman in the 1980’s & 1990’s was not welcomed on Wall Street especially if she was successful. I tired of not only the stress from my job but the added stress of not feeling welcome by an all boys club.

What triggered the need for change?

The trigger for change was the secret desire to write – its always been there but well hidden.

Where are you now?

I have one book published and the second just about completed – it’s going through the rewrites, critiques, and edits with a third about halfway done. Two more are flying around in my brain!

Do you have advice for anyone planning to pursue a second act?

My advice for anyone contemplating a second act is what inspired me to do it – “In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we are afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long make.” I don’t want regrets.

Any affirmations or quotations you wish to share?

The one quote that I read just before I reached a milestone birthday was this: “…silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without then they grow pale, sicken, and die. And then they haunt you.” Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale. Not wanting to be haunted a moment more I pulled out my I-Pad and began writing and haven’t stopped.

Blurb from Secrets in San Remo

This is a story about the trials and triumphs of life and love. When Maggie McCormick finds herself unemployed and over 40 can she rebuild her career and find love at the same time? This poignant tale is a vivid page-turner which will keep you entrapped within the magic of its beautifully woven storyline.

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Where to find Susan…

Website | Amazon | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Joanne here!

Thank you for sharing your inspiring journey, Susan. Secrets in San Remo sounds delicious…I’m putting it on my TBR list.

Escape is Possible

Welcome to my Second Acts Series!

Today, we have J.J. Devine sharing the childhood experiences that motivated her to use her voice to educate and enlighten the world.

Here’s J.J.

jjdevineI grew up in the 60s and 70s. It was a time in life when prejudice was as everyday as changing your clothes. Domestic Violence was the hush hush crime, (something that wasn’t spoken of, but instead, kept quiet about). I learned early on my views on prejudice and domestic violence. As a child I lived with an alcoholic abusive father heading up our household. I spent my childhood sexually and emotionally abused. I swore when I grew up I would make sure things were different in this world for other children. At the time, I didn’t know how I would do this, but I knew a change in this world needed to happen.

I will never forget the morning I seen the remnants of a burnt cross in a school friend’s front yard. It was a day that impacted not only my life but my writing as well. Maybe the day appeared cloudy because of the dark haze that seemed to engulf the morning. I held her while she cried, all the while she asked, why people wanted her to hate her niece, who was of mixed blood. I had no answers as a ten year old little girl. However, I did make up my mind right then and there, no matter what, this was not right. People should not judge someone because of the color of their skin or any difference for that matter.

When I picked up pen to write my first manuscript, I wanted to embrace some of the issues that helped form who I am today and held my heart so tightly. So when I wrote The Cheyenne Bride, my choice of heroine was from a Native American mother and a white father. Her struggle for acceptance is the basis of this book, followed by six more books in this series that I fondly refer to as The Acceptance Series. Each heroine has her own struggles, whether it be someone of mixed blood, domestic violence, or loving a hero of another race.

I adore romance and being a romance writer, however, I long for my readers to finish one of my stories and find themselves a little more enlightened on the world we live in. Even though The Acceptance Series is a historical based romance, so much prejudice and domestic violence still surrounds our world today.

Today, I do not stop at educating the world through writing, but also speaking out against domestic violence. Ten percent of all my sales go to a local shelter, Hands of Hope. I have spoken to criminal justice classes, to foster parents, even done ads for the shelter in hopes of one day stamping out the mindset that allows a child to grow up this way. For me, this is not a political issue but a moral one. Something each person needs to stand up and take notice of for it to finally become a thing of our past.

My best advice for anyone in this situation is, know you are not alone and there is a way out. Listen to your gut, it doesn’t lie to you. The road is not easy, but the escape is possible. The courage to take back your life lies within you, just reach for it, grab hold, and start pulling yourself out. It will be the sweetest freedom you’ve ever tasted.

One of my favorite affirmations…

I am my own person.

I have boundaries.

I am strong and centered.

I will not be intimidated by other people who are arrogant because of their own insecurities which are no concern of mine.

I will treat them with compassion because I do not fear them.

They have no power over me because I am my own person.

I am comfortable within myself.

I have boundaries.

I am strong and confident.

Blurb

cheyennebrideMurder is afoot in the Wyoming territory, forcing Chris Davis to make a matrimonial match he never would have taken otherwise. Especially when his bride-to-be is still in love with the man he holds responsible for his parents’ death. Torn between his morals and loyalty to his family, Chris Davis’ heart betrays him at every turn. Nichole lied about her heritage. Could she also be lying about not being a part of his parents’ death? He should just leave her to his enemy and be done with her, or kill them both. If only it were that simple.

Nichole Michaels, known to the Cheyenne as White Deer, grew up hearing her mother spin tales of the visions of the man she would one day marry. Believing them to be nothing more than myth, imagine her surprise when she finds herself standing face to face with a vision come to life. She is torn between the past and a man whose love is certain, and a man whose love promised to be the strongest tie she has ever known, yet may never be able to claim. Chris needs her, but is that enough to make her deny her heritage for the rest of her life? Her heart aches to know the depth of the love claimed in her mother’s visions. Is she strong enough to withstand a rancher with a heart of stone to find it?

Where to find J.J.…

Website | Blog | Amazon | Facebook | Twitter

Joanne here!

What a powerful voice! Thank you for sharing your inspiring story, J.J.

Second Act Wisdom

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Reinvention is a predominant theme in my own life and that of my protagonist, Isabella of the Mediterranean Kingdom, a beautiful mermaid who is aged thirty years and given twenty extra pounds to carry. In keeping with this theme, I introduced a Second Acts series on my blog and invited several women to share their inspiring journeys.

Continue reading on the Soul Mate Author Group blog.

Honoring Nelson Mandela

mandela1Revered elder. Symbol of perseverance and reconciliation. Father of the nation. Recipient of over 250 awards, including the 1993 Nobel Peace Prize, the U.S. Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Soviet Order of Lenin.

These are only a handful of accolades that come to mind whenever Nelson Mandela’s name is mentioned. So, it is with great sadness that we join the South African nation in bidding farewell to an extraordinary man whose life is testimony to the Power of One.

My favorite Nelson Mandela quotes…

For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.

There is no passion to be found playing small—in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.

If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your friend.

After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.

Money won’t create success, the freedom to make it will.

Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.

When the water starts boiling, it is foolish to turn off the heat.

There is no such thing as part freedom.

I dream of an Africa which is in peace with itself.

What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.