How do you share reflections from the past?
My life has been full. I have wonderful children. They have
children to brag about. I earned a graduate degree from college. I am lucky
enough to be married to a great man. We travel all over the country and are
active and healthy. I am constantly surprised at the gifts God has seen fit to
give to me. And thankful.
At my Terryville High School reunion last month we all stood
up and bragged about what we had accomplished over the years. I could still see
those youthful faces in the older versions. The class members had spread into
all walks of life ranging from Wall Street broker to FBI agent, Registered
Nurse, career military, teacher and yours truly, published author, to name a
few. Not bad for a bunch of small town kids. Many are cancer survivors. Many of
the men enlisted in the military to serve our country. Many have children and
even grandchildren that make a sparkle in the eye.
There is so much to be thankful for.
We had a brief moment of silence in memory of those who’ve
gone before and shared thoughts about them. I hope they heard our laughter and
smiled.
As I get older, friends are listed more often in the
obituaries than the wedding notices. A
part of life everyone experiences with maturity. My kids don’t recall those
days when I was a silly teenager, dating, doing homework, but these people do.
Thank you for the memories.
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| Terryville High School Class of '61 |
Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his
vicious attack leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in
the tiny hamlet of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try
as she might to deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon
discovers the man she loves is not a man at all.
Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to
Lily. A botanist researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy,
he’s determined to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in
human form, but instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.
Together they must use their extraordinary gifts
to catch Lily’s stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to
one another could destroy their growing love or save them both.
Excerpt:
“Lily?” His strong hands gently
cupped her shoulders.
“Don’t, please don’t.”
She pulled away, fully intending to
flee. Her resistance shattered, and she turned into his embrace. It was too
late to escape. Pressing against his strength, she wound her arms around his
neck and pulled him closer. His erection prodded her stomach, and she moaned. A
heavy groan filled his throat as he lifted her from her feet. He kicked the bag
aside as he sat her on the counter.
“I can’t wait,” he growled. His
flaring aura spiraled with colors she couldn’t name. She caught her breath. One
hand burrowed through her hair, keeping her still as he stepped between her
thighs. “You’re all I could think about all day.”
Clasping her bottom, he slid her to
the edge of the counter. With his lips claiming her mouth, he unbuttoned her
slacks, than lifted her slightly to push them down and off.
The cold surface only made her more
aware of his scorching heat. His rough denim pants scraped her inner thighs in
contrast with the silky hair under her palms. Her pulse leaped, and she gasped.
His male scent mixed with hints of the wild forest filled her nostrils. When
his fingertip explored the heated moisture gathering at her juncture, she
tightened her thighs around his hips.
Barbara Edwards
The
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7 comments:
Loved hearing about your high school reunion, Barbara. Those friends do share memories of us few others can relate to. Lately I've discovered the fun in reconnecting with my old classmates I haven't seen in a gazillion years through Facebook.
I graduated in '66. The sixties were a different era--Civil Rights, Viet Nam War and Beach Boys and the Beatles. So glad you were able to attend your HS reunion and reflect. We are all so fortunate, even on bad days. Lovely post.
Barbara,
What a lovely post! Love the picture. Looks like a great group of people.
Hi Barbara!
Isn't it wonderful that we can write well into old age? That is if I can remember enough words...but I digress.
I have much to be thankful for, too. Was driving around this morning saying a prayer of thanks. It's a beautiful crisp day (after rain yesterday) and there is snow on the mountains. I can move every part of my body and there's food in the house. Heck, it doesn't get much better than that!
High school reunions are great times for reflection. Sometimes I look at the folks at my reunion and think when did everyone get to be so old? Not that I'm begrudging the aging process. I've earned all the gray hair and other aging issues, LOL.
Maggie
http://mudpiesandmagnolias.blogspot.com/
Hi Barbara,
I enjoyed reading your blog. Aren't school reunions wonderful? I sometime think OMG I look awful, then when I go to a reunion, I think to myself. Hey old girl, you are not doing too badly after all.
Cheers
Margaret
Glad you got to experience the fun of getting together with old classmates and friends.
Morgan Mandel
http://morganmandel.blogspot.com
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