About the book...
Angry at the human race and its methodical destruction of her resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve Her, and turns them against humanity. A powerful, rising force proceeds to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.
Monday, April 14, 2014
If you STAY, it's not SPOUSAL abuse, it's SELF abuse- WARNING- controversial topic- this is just my opinion...
Please don't get angry about what I am about to say. Please understand I am speaking from my own experience and from my heart, to those of you who may have been through the same ordeal or are in it now.
I met my first husband at age thirteen. We dated on and off through my adolescence. My dad hated him and warned me that he wasn't good enough for me. Because I was looking outwardly, to fill a hole inside of myself, I did not listen. Because my mentally ill mother had exited my life at age twelve and rarely made any effort to spend time with me, I did not listen. Because I had no self esteem, was angry, rebellious and hell bent on setting up a perfect life for myself, I did not listen.
Despite his suicide threats when I tried to break things off, despite his horrible temper, knack for punching through doors and car windows, and his own lack of self esteem, I married him at age eighteen. All the red flags and alarm bells couldn't stop me nor could my father's pleading or wisdom.
We settled down on two acres of land in the country and bought a double wide trailer. The first three months of marriage was great. Then we started smoking marijuana because it was the only thing that seemed to allow us to tolerate each other. It kept us calm, for the most part. Whenever he questioned me because I was five minutes late coming home from work, I would answer him and then brush it off. When he told me what I could and couldn't wear out of the house, I would just change my clothes and try my best not to get him angry. If he yelled at me and I got scared, I would try to call my dad, but he would rip the phone wires out of the wall, rip the wires out of the car so I couldn't go anywhere, or rip my shoes off my feet if I tried to run down our mile long gravel driveway to the neighbor's house.
Through his many attempts to stifle and control me, I felt more and more helpless and less and less likely to ever be able to love his anger away. I began to get angry and fight back. Things got physical and scarier. Then I got the bright idea that perhaps a baby would help cure him of his anger issues. Ha ha. I was so great at lying to myself. So I brought my daughter into the world and after seeing him become a loving father for three months and then revert back to his old ways again, I deemed him even more of a time bomb. When my girl was ten months old, I began plotting how to get away form him and remain safe. I looked into shelters, went into some women's groups and looked into renting a place with my mother. He came home from work one night and I was feeding our baby in the highchair. He was angry when I told him I was thinking of moving out so he knocked her noodles out of my hand and onto the floor. She began screaming and crying when he cornered me in the laundry room and yelled at me at the top of his lungs. He wouldn't let me go comfort her. That was my last straw.
My father came and picked me up that night. My husband stood on the porch and watched me leave, holding our daughter as ransom against me. I took nothing with me that night. No furniture, no pictures, nothing of my material possessions. He called me the next day and told me he was going to kill himself. I heard the gun go off over the phone and knowing his theatrical tendencies, I knew he hadn't really done it. So into the silence of the phone I told him I was calling 911. Then, back from the dead, he proceeded to scream at me over the phone.
In looking back, fourteen years later, I have come to several conclusions that would have astounded my then 20- year-old self. I could have left any time I wanted to, but I didn't want to. I kept thinking that love would change him. I kept waiting for the vision of the husband I wanted to materialize form the ashes of the broken man I'd married. I was not a victim of abuse, I was allowing myself to be put into abusive situations, welcoming the violence, thriving in it. I was addicted to the drama of my life and too afraid to change for fear of being alone and for fear of change itself. I had to create this other being and out her at risk too, before the stakes were high enough to move me into any corrective action. My family knew what was happening to me, my friends, even me, but it wasn't enough because I did not know my own self worth.
I used to stand up against the people that thought that women could leave whenever they wanted to leave their abusers. I would get horribly offended when I would hear others say things like, "Oh, she could have gotten away from him," or "She just wants people to feel sorry for her." Recently, I realized the reason those things made me so angry was because they were true. I wanted the attention and sympathy I gained from seeing myself as the victim. I could have left him had I been brave enough to realize I had more power than he did in his right thumb. I just didn't have the insight to wield that power or tap into it. I did not want good things for myself and so I programmed my surroundings and attracted negative things all around me.
The long and the short of it is this: I wanted to change someone and I couldn't. I was abused and I subjected myself to that abuse. When I decided to leave, I did. I made a choice and because it was the right choice, all the bad choices were forgiven.
So if you are that person I was fourteen years ago... if you are lost and angry, if you know you are worth more but you haven't taken the steps to love yourself, if you are in a situation that can be improved and should be, but you can't find the ladder to get out of your hole, if you cry way too much and your mate is the root cause of your tears... then look in the mirror. Look in the mirror and say this out loud. "I am worth the change that I will make and there is a better place I will be." And know, without a doubt, that it is never too late to fall in love with yourself and there is never a time when you will feel like making a change, you just have to make it!
Monday, March 31, 2014
Gemini Rising book 1
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
"Gemini Rising: Ethereal Fury is a refreshing and unique story where Mother Earth starts to fight back after the careless and destructive way humans treat Her. In this story our planet is sentient and She is pissed. In Her fury she recruits souls that have just left their body to fight for Her. So a battle begins…
Violette is a human that is fighting in a battle to save the human race against the very planet that they live one. The Gemini are strong and a forced to be reckoned with, but Violette and her friends will do everything in their power to win. What Violette does not expect is Onyx.
Onyx is the leader of the Gemini’s, and there is something about him that calls to Violette on an elemental level. Her soul seems to burn when he is near. In a world turned upside down with beings that we thought were purely make believable, loving the enemy is not the wisest course of action, but love rarely makes sense.
Violette and Onyx have such a fierce and primal connection; it cannot be denied. Will these star crossed lovers find a way to heal the earth and be together?
This story is such a wonderful blend of earth conscious themes and what can happen if we do not stand up and make a difference, let our voices be heard. The characters are very realistic and you can’t helping falling in love with them, and loving to hate the villains, even though I feel that most of the characters are neither good or bad, they seem to exist in a grey area.
This is a beautifully told story and a promising start to a new and unparalleled series!" - Samantha Martin
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Monday, December 23, 2013
I had to debate with myself so hard before I finally decided to post my dirty laundry on my blog... then I decided that nothing anyone can say about it would hurt me any more than I've hurt myself in the past... and, since I am my own agent I decide what to put out there about myself. So here goes. Here's a little about my climb from the dungeon to the tower of my own "inner castle."
What follows is a whirlwind story about spousal, drug and all forms of abuse, combined with motherhood, addiction, recovery and chasing my ultimate dream of becoming an author.
Now, where was I? Oh, right, eighteen. I quickly learned that my husband and high school sweet heart is a controlling, physically and emotionally abusive redneck and that the only way we could tolerate each other was by smoking a lot of weed. Twenty: It’s time for a baby! Yeah, I thought maybe a crying, stinky swaddled mess of adorable would save our marriage. Ha! Thankfully, my daughter, combined with a new drug, cocaine, would be the beginning of the end of my first pitiful marriage. When he decided to hit me in front of her at ten months old and strangled me because I wouldn’t let him put coke on certain body parts, I decided it was time to leave.
At twenty, I took my girl and ran over to where my dad moved. I met up with my other high school sweetheart, got my own place for the first time and got clean for about six months. Then I met White Boy Larry, the equivalent of my pimp in disguise. White Boy Larry was his code name to get into the crack house where he introduced me to my new lover, Crack.
Crack and I got along splendidly! He would keep me up all night, make me feel like superwoman, helped me lose weight, and cleaned my house, the perfect life companion, right? Our relationship was one of few words and little emotional growth. He always seemed to know what I wanted, when I wanted it and I couldn’t get enough of him! If he was gone, even for a second, I would miss him so badly! I would go out at all odd hours of the night to try and find him and bring him safely home. The only issue was he wanted me all to himself and would rarely give up any space in my brain or heart so I could share it with my daughter.
After six months, our beautiful relationship began to take a serious nosedive. When he found out I was cheating on him with Sam, my soon to be second husband, he got a little angry. When I told him my daughter meant more to me than him, he got even angrier; so angry that he kept me up for three days, stressed me out so much I developed hives and couldn’t’ eat or drink anything!
Finally, with Sam’s encouragement, I was able to break up with Crack. Sam told me I had an addiction to Crack and that I needed some serious help to get over him. At ninety pounds, with hives and an empty shell of a soul, I made a decision to enter into substance abuse counseling with sixteen other addicts like myself.
That was in 2003, at age 23. I had a few epiphanies while in counseling. As I sat in a room with sixteen other ladies, the counselor told us all that one of us would still be clean within one year’s time. As I looked at the other ladies with their scars and tats, the empty sadness in their eyes reminded me of wounded animals in a cage. I decided that I would be that one person and that no one would stop me. For once, my stubbornness was on my side and not against me.
I quit using all legal, (alcohol included) and illegal substances. I became a wonderful mother, married Sam in 2005, quit smoking cigarettes in 2007, and became a religious exerciser and a vegetarian. Today, I have been clean for eleven years, I run 3-5 miles a day, 4 days a week, I earn a dependable 50K a year, I have a car that’s paid for, my own place, a fabulous 13-year-old girl, I’m a published author and I just took a huge leap of faith by leaving my second husband because I wasn’t in love anymore. My next step at self-preservation is getting off my anti-depressants and working my way to the top of a best sellers list!
So I love crack cocaine because it took me to the dungeon so I could appreciate moving up to the tower of the castle. Without starving in its shadows, I never would have been able to be thankful for any light that crept through between the bars of my dungeon cell. It has taught that if I love myself, everything else will fall where it’s meant to. Not always where and when I want it to, but where it’s meant to.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Read more about on NPR.org:Due to the landscaping around the rivers being weathered, the alkaline particles from the soil are washing into them. This has been described as a “River on Rolaids” by Michael Pace, a professor of environmental sciences at the University of Virginia.The results of the higher calcium carbonate mean less acid in the water, which is great news for the fish and other aquatic creatures, but not so much for the water treatment plants that make our water safe to drink! New measures will have to be taken to make sure the calcium does not build up in the pipes scale them, or foul the lines.Score a point for Mother Earth! Really, we do this to ourselves, but fail to see the irony over and over again of how the planet fights back to heal itself by inconveniencing us, and sometimes even killing us! When will we learn…
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
In another show of affection, Mother Earth wiped out 18,000 people on March 11th 2011. I believe she is always trying to balance whatever effect we have on her. On Dec. 26th 2004 the Indian Ocean Tsunami was responsible for 150,000 deaths… or was it? Did the earthquake that caused the Tsunami claim the lives of so many, or did the force behind the quake render us as her victims?
Friday, November 15, 2013
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Friday, November 8, 2013