Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Saturday Road Trip

Have you ever shouted, or heard someone else shout, "Road Trip!!"? I have. I love those words. They are the battle cry to adventure and I love to leap on that warhorse and surge into the fray. Of course, the modern warhorse is a 7 passenger SUV, but so what? I love it and I want to GO-GO-GO!

In this new year, I want to go places and do things, I want to love more and write more. I've been busy, busy, busy BEING over the last month. Being with my family and enjoying that time. My son and husband are off from college until the 23rd. My daughter is back to school but it doesn't really feel like it yet because "the boys" are home. My brother has a job and this is VERY exciting! He hasn't worked in over a year but I believe that God has provided and my bro just needs to follow through.

I spent a week, maybe more, being down - a lot of illness for me this holiday season and a lot of neck pain sucked my spirit into some dark places. Spending some time in prayer and having pain medication helped a lot. I do feel refreshed and ready for what lies ahead. I'm still excited by the possibilities.

In the first weeks of 2012, I rediscovered an old friend (Tosca Lee) and read one of her books (written with Ted Dekker). It is called Forbidden. It's an excellent read and you can find it HERE.  I must wait until I can afford to read some of the others - I got Forbidden for a low introductory price when I got my Nook for Christmas. Two gifts in one!

Speaking of the Nook... I LOVE it. I would have probably loved a Kindle as much, but the very idea of turning it on and getting a book more easily than I might walk to the library - or even to my own, at home library - is fantastic. I love books, I want to hold books and read them, feel the paper in my hands, yes, all of that. But I love the Nook too and my darling husband for his sweet generosity in surprising me with it.

And I can't play games on my copy of The Robe or my collection of Tolkien. It just doesn't work...

Maybe this road trip is more of a Sunday Drive (hm, something for the future!), but it is an idea with a destination in mind. I want to take hold of 2012 in both hands. I want to make it a year I do the best I can do for God, for my family, for my writing. I have my BPA free water bottle, my bag of nuts, a wallet full of hope and a revved engine. I'm ready to go.

Who's with me? Robin?

Road Trip!

Monday, September 5, 2011

Sight-seeing - A Book Review: The Doctor's Lady by Jody Hedlund

Happy Labor Day, everyone!

Some people groan... let's be honest; most of us groan when we hear the word "labor." My friends, we should be thankful for our ability to work. Labor is listed in Genesis as God's gift to us before the Fall of Man. It wasn't part of the judgement for man's disobedience. It wasn't meant to be a burden, but rather a life-fulfilling effort, a joy, believe it or not. While you rest on this Labor Day, I hope you enjoy your cookouts (it's raining here, we'll be cooking indoors), the beach, the mountains or wherever else you go. Before you launch into a new season of busy-ness, take some time to relax and refresh with Jody Hedlund's most recent labor of love, a wonderful historical fiction novel called The Doctor's Lady.



Hedlund's The Doctor's Lady is based on the real events recorded in the diary of the first woman to attempt the overland trail west that became known as the Oregon Trail. There is irony in writing this review for me. When my children were young, we came across this great little computer game by MECC (Minnesota Educational Computing Consortium) called "The Oregon Trail." The player assumes the role of a wagon leader guiding his party of settlers from Independence, Missouri, to Oregon's Willamette Valley over the Oregon Trail via a Conestoga wagon in 1848. The game kept a record of your trip which was available to read as a rather dry diary at the end of the game. The kids could not get enough of playing it during their elementary school years, learning about American history while having fun. The Doctor's Lady made a connection to that memory for me, yet, it is no prosaic story like the Oregon Trail's gaming diary. Rather, it is brought brilliantly to life by blending Hedlund's love of history and her daring as an author to ask "what could have happened?" She weaves a sprinkling of historical fact with good writing and a clever imagination.

The Doctor's Lady took me on a sweeping adventure across America of the 1800's. The characters are lively and engaging and the plot grabbed hold of me.  I read sixty pages immediately, but was interrupted until the next day. When I picked it up again, I read straight through to the end. I honestly could not put this book down until I reached the final page.

I don't usually read romance novels, but this is not your typical romance. Beyond triggering the memory of the game and times with my kids, I connected with this story in ways I had not expected. I experienced the frustration of Priscilla and Eli at the decision of the Missionary Board - a decision my modern sensibilities and personal experiences told me was short-sighted. I felt Priscilla's agony at not knowing the joy of motherhood because I have three children of my own and can't imagine what life would be like without them. Hedlund's writing made me feel as though I were there in New York. On their journey west, the characters traveled through Williamsport, PA, a place only an hour south of where I live and have been to many times. My mother-in-law grew up there. I have heard many stories of her childhood and I could imagine the sights and sounds. I was swept along with these intelligent and intrepid people. The more I knew, the more I wanted to know and the more I cared.

The story of Priscilla and Eli brings with it the timeless message of hope in hopelessness. It is a reminder of what being a person of faith in difficult times - and in times of joy - can mean. It is also a reminder of all that was challenging about our young nation's early years, full of hardship, loss, discovery and triumph.



Jody Hedlund is an award-winning historical romance novelist and author of the best-selling book, The Preacher's Bride. She received a bachelor’s degree from Taylor University and a master’s from the University of Wisconsin, both in Social Work. Currently she makes her home in Michigan with her husband and five busy children. Her second book, The Doctor’s Lady was just released and is available now.



Find Jody:
Twitter: @JodyHedlund
Her  website: jodyhedlund.com






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In celebration of the release of The Doctor’s Lady, Jody is offering her readers a chance to win an incredible pioneer prize package valued at $300.
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Announcing YOUR chance to win a copy of 
THE DOCTOR'S LADY
signed by Author Jody Hedlund:


Directions for the Journey is offering one print copy of “The Doctor’s Lady” signed by Jody Hedlund. You have several opportunities to enter this drawing. You may do just one, two or all three of the options below and each option equals one entry of your name into the hat from which the winner will be drawn.
The only Rule - You MUST have a U.S. Mailing address (No P.O. Boxes please!)


Entry option #1 - Post a reply to this blog article and tell me how much you'd like to read Jody's book.
Entry option #2 - Visit my facebook author page and mention this blog post there.
Entry option #3 - Come back on September 10, 2011 and post a reply to the upcoming Interview that Directions for the Journey will be doing with Jody.

The entry window for the drawing is now open and closes at 11:59 PM September 12, 2011. I hope you get to enjoy this marvelous book soon. God bless you and thanks for reading!



Monday, August 29, 2011

Precious Cargo 2


8/29/11 - Road Rage and School Bus Drivers in Mansfield, PA

My children will tell anyone who asks that I am generally anal when it comes to street lights, stop signs, even to following the arrows in the Wal-Mart parking lots. When people drive the wrong way, I have to say something. When people drive their cars too far into intersections before bothering to yield, or when they run stop signs, I say something about it. When it is dangerous behavior, I use my horn.

Today was no exception.

Since 2004, there has been a problem with the aggressive bus drivers not stopping at the stop sign at the end of the bus lane in front of our local High School. The bus lane empties out into Besaneecy/Dorsett Drive a street that intersects with Route 6 and also has a stop sign. Today, the driver of Bus 37 didn't even bother to brake as he approached the stop sign. Having the right of way on Besaneecy Drive leading up to West Wellsboro St. (Route 6), I beeped to warn him I was approaching. I hoped he had seen me, but I was certain that even if he did, he would run the stop sign.  The bus drivers often do, though it is illegal. I always drive defensively, but this made me doubly cautious. As he ran the stop sign, he *only* braked because I was right in front of him. My daughter was with me in the car. I came to a full stop at the stop sign and beeped again to warn him of the danger of his position. He had a bus load of children just picked up from the school, after all. As I looked out the driver's window of my SUV, I could see the bus grille and the windshield and very clearly see the driver's head and metal rimmed glasses. I could *not* see the roof of the bus or the tires. He was completely blocking the opposing lane and any turning traffic.

I pointed to his stop sign and held my hand palm out at him to indicate he was required to stop at the sign, which every driver ought to know to do, especially one who drives our children around for his living. He leaned into his horn for a long time. Sixty seconds or more, making it impossible for me to determine if I could proceed safely onto the highway because I did not know what he was going to do. I was afraid to take my eyes off him. His aggression toward me was plain and I could not be sure he would not try to proceed past me onto Route 6.

When he stopped blowing his bus horn, I was able to concentrate on driving again. I accessed the traffic and determined I could make my turn when it was clear to me that there was an opening. I turned right onto Route 6 and he immediately followed after me. I proceeded toward the red light at the intersection of Route 6 and Route 15, braking to come to a stop. The light turned green while I was applying the brake and the cars ahead of me accelerated to cross the intersection. Traffic was very heavy - it always is between 3pm and 3:30pm. This was also the first day of school and I was being very cautious because of the potential for student foot traffic at the light. I was leery of the bus behind me because he had pulled up very close to my rear bumper and was tailgating me. All I could see in my rearview mirror was the silver and black bus grille. Though I didn't even come to a full stop, since traffic was moving, he beeped at me again while I was transitioning between the brake and the gas, quite plainly impatient with me. By this time, my daughter was getting upset and I was quite concerned regarding the bus driver's aggressive behavior.

I proceeded along Route 6 toward Academy Street. I had hoped to turn left onto N. Academy, but at the intersection of Academy and Route 6 traffic was again at a standstill. There were several college students crossing at the crosswalk. When they were across and it was safe, I proceeded forward at the speed limit of 25 mph. The bus driver was on my tail the whole way. When the speed changed to 35, I accelerated to the speed limit, hoping to get away from the bus but he stayed right on my bumper.  I was concerned for the safety of my daughter and as soon as I could, I signaled a left turn to take me down a side street to E. Elmira Street.  Thankfully, there was no oncoming traffic. I only applied the brake enough to make the left turn and the bus driver AGAIN leaned into his horn as I made my turn.

I drove along E. Elmira until I got home. With a brief stop in my driveway to collect my frayed nerves and calm my daughter, I decided to return to the school to report the bus driver. I do not know the name of the company. I plan to find out ASAP.The new principal was outside watching the last of the buses leave. He greeted my daughter and me warmly.  I introduced myself and relayed the incident to him. He told me that others had already reported it to him because of the bus driver's excessive use of his horn. The principal was very kind and helpful. He offered to contact the bus company.

I am almost willing to wait to hear from him. Then again, I may call him tomorrow to find out what occurred, but I am not going to see this kind of aggressive abuse of power continue. Men and women entrusted with our children should not be perpetrators of road rage. Perhaps this driver was having a bad day, some might say. If he was, he should not have been behind the wheel of a vehicle that can weigh anywhere from 10 to 14 tons when it's empty.  Full of High School students, that weight increases dramatically. These vehicles do not stop instantly, though he had plenty of time to stop at that stop sign. At highway speed, 55 mph, it can take 300 feet to stop a bus. At 35 mph, that driver would have crumpled my SUV - and quite possibly my daughter and myself - with his bus if I had needed to stop suddenly. No school bus driver should be tailgating anyone, anywhere for any reason.  His actions were unconscionable.  

Precious Cargo

There is nothing like sharing something special with your child. There is nothing better than sharing the things you love most in the world with them. My one and only daughter has written a short story. Like me, in the same month as I did, she has e-published it through Smashwords. I am one very proud Author-Mom of an Author-Daughter.

Please go and download this free e-book. It is a wonderful short story, incredibly sweet. I am not just saying that because she is my daughter, either.

The Bedtime Story by M. J. Kiessling

I did the editing on this gem. Things I don't think about as a writer come back to me when I am editing. Things  I have been reading recently in Kristen Lamb's blogs stood out to me as I was editing. I think I might finally be able to tackle my WIP with much more success because of this as well. Things I owe my daughter - go figure!  She is the best daughter anyone could have, so I expect to owe her much more in the future. (I'm buttering her up for when I am old, and infirm and need someone to live with. ;D  Love you, honey!)

In that spirit of war against my own poorly written prose, I'll quote the Bard in Henry V: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more! 

Monday, August 1, 2011

Time Out

Sometimes, you gotta take a break from the journey. This week, we'll be heading to the fine state of Illinois to pick up our oldest son from his summer internship and bring him home for the fall semester of college. I will be busy packing and calculating (and probably re-calculating along with Lola, our GPS) so I will not be doing much editing. I may take along a notebook and write longhand, come up with some blog posts on the road ... we'll see. I will have my phone so I can tweet, but I won't be reading many blogs. I'll catch up with you all when I get back!

Have a terrific week!

In the meantime, read some clever and creative posts by the folks listed over there ------>

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Road to Pandemonium: What?? No Page Numbers?

I watched the movie Pandorum quite late last night. Good movie for suspense, though some elements were very familiar. I could go into more detail, but this isn’t meant to be a review of the movie. The title of the movie refers to a psychosis discussed at one point by two characters in the film. This psychosis, called pandorum, is brought about by spending too-long in hypersleep. The resulting paranoia can be catastrophic.

So, this morning, I woke up with a serious sense of panic and paranoia based on the fear of copy errors in my text. I’ve decided to call this Typorum.

In my state of abrupt awakening, this fear immediately equated to packing for a trip. Here's how that train of thought works: my son is in another state. We dropped him off in June and at the beginning of next month, we have to pick up him and his stuff and bring him home to prepare for college in the fall.  We have a lot of planning to do to squeeze this into our budget. Taking enough supplies, making sure we stay in cheap inexpensive hotels, that kind of thing. For me, preparing for part of this journey into e-publishing has been merged with that trip. I'm dreaming about duffle bags and auto-correct functions. I spent the last two days thinking about packing and "packing" as it were. You know, setting up my word processing software to follow the Smashwords Style Guide by Mark Coker. You know how it is when you pack - this goes, that stays home - "But, I can't LIVE without that!" Breathe, don’t panic; yes, you can. Besides, if you forget you’ll just pick one up at the front desk.

"But, page numbers??" Typorum!

Sure, I get it. The design of e-readers is such that page numbers just screw things up with potential screensful of white space and links to the table of contents are all you’ll need. This, of course, doesn’t hold true for print copies. Those still need the familiar old friend the page number. When I realized that my books won’t need page numbers when e-published, I panicked. I thought I couldn't possibly live without page numbers, I really did. Don't laugh! That’s how I learned things should be set up way back in the Dark Ages of my life when being a Published Author (it needs the caps, it is that important) was insanely out of reach. But e-publishing has made the possibility of being a Published Author literally days away instead of years.

But no page numbers… Wow. All my life I've been hopeful that "some day" I'd be quoted chapter and page number. I thought how impossibly cool was it that Spock referenced Hamlet in Star Trek: The Voyage Home, by Act and Scene. Of course, Star Trek is famous for literary references since its beginning which was a contributing interest in my love of Science Fiction.

What’s this got to do with panic and travel and writing? Only this: suddenly, this morning, it hit me that my expectation was never accurate in the first place! You’re thinking about now that I need more sleep … Maybe, but follow this: I have lamented for years how no one encouraged me to do what they used to insist children do in years gone by - memorize things. Scenes from plays, poetry, philosophy … I’ve got some of that, but not a lot.  Scripture, yes. I learned lots of scripture, for which I’m very thankful and know I could do with a bit more of that. But I can’t just spout things off anymore. Antony's Speech is a vague memory. Juliet's Solioquy? I've forgotten most of it even though I acted it out in theater class. In fact, I’ve forgotten a great deal of what I memorized in my youth and those things I never learned, I fear I may never learn. It is harder as we get older, right? Memorizing Poe’s “The Raven” is on my bucket list* as is learning to play the Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. But, wait! All is not lost! If it is a whole new world with e-publishing, if I, who despaired of ever getting a foot in the door with traditional publishing houses can potentially upload a book and have people read it - then, isn’t anything possible?

Back to my fear, greatly lessened by my realizations this morning …When I say copy errors, I don't mean spelling errors, mind you, but honest-to-God mistakes. Boo-boos. Those things that happen when we've read our own story too many times and that "your" that's supposed to be "you" doesn't get our attention because there's no little red line under it telling us it is a spelling error. That's because it isn't. It's a typo. We don't engage the grammar check (don't ask me why, we're tired maybe!) so it goes unnoticed. Next thing you know, it's out there in our print copy or our electronically published stories making our audience say, "Oh my, that's sloppy, isn't it?"

Yes, frankly, it is. I read a sample on Smashwords that surprised me because it had two glaring errors in it. It was … discouraging. Still, I am reminded that perfection is rarely attainable. I know this despite also knowing that there was a time when my author idols, (Tolkien, Lewis, McCaffery, Silverberg, Seuss and Kipling - it's true I tell you!) seemed perfect to me! I wanted to be like them. Maybe I needed them to be perfect so I could imagine I could be. It is better now that I'm all grown up and I realize that my perceptions were a little bit skewed. Okay, a lot skewed.

Here's what I have learned from this:
1) Panic is no one's friend. Have some strawberry pie, like Neil Gaiman, and relax.
2) I made typorum up. Frankly, it's still scary.  However, though I still fear it, you don't have to.
And …
3) E-publishing is young yet. It is going to grow out of its infant stage to be a gawky teen, then to be a fit and trim young adult. This is a great time to be a writer. Author. Both. I suspect there were a few typos when Gutenberg printed his first sheets on the press, eh?

Revelations are wonderful things. Have a great weekend.

(*Note from the future Jan 7, 2012: I have a Nook now and there's a bucket list app. How cool is that??)