Lessons from Mom

Mom always taught me that anything was possible and I could be whatever I wanted. She would tell my sister and I that we could be the president. In the early days, mom raised us alone. My father left, leaving mom to raise my older sister, brother, and me. Those were tough times for her, and every so often cracks showed in her armor, but she never broke. That’s the important thing. Mom remarried and they added three more to our clan: a brother and two more sisters.

When I finished high school there was no money for college and I joined the military. Mom asked if I really thought I could handle it. I reminded her that she always said I could do anything. She nodded. The next time I saw her was the night before my basic training graduation at Ft. Dix, NJ. My mom, step-dad and three younger siblings made the seven hour drive to see me officially become a soldier.

My life started changing. More accurately, I was discovering myself. I realized that I was a lesbian, and knew instinctively that my Irish-catholic mom was not going to be okay with it. A distance slowly grew between us that had nothing to do with physical location. She didn’t want to hear about my life and I didn’t want to hear the disapproval or disappointment in her voice. Before I realized, I had closed off a huge part of myself from her.

Military policies drove me out of the army before I was ready, and I moved in with my father until I got on my feet. He and I have never seen eye to eye. The dark period of my life began. I floundered around, drinking too much, searching for affection in the wrong places, did things no one would talk to their mom about. Predictably, I drifted further from her. The toxic relationship I ended up in didn’t help matters. Then, my oldest sister died suddenly. The next night, at a hotel outside of Ft. Gordon, Ga., my mom asked to sleep with me. My partner got angry, but I didn’t care. My mom clung to me so tightly through the night that I could scarcely breathe.

But, things didn’t turn around. My sister’s death caused me to shut down. I should have ended my unhealthy relationship, but I didn’t. I did, however manage to get it together a bit and graduated from the police academy. I worked midnights for four years, avoiding home and my emotions. I talked to my mom more often, but she was in her own bad place, having lost her eldest child.

Eventually, I began to emerge from my emotional limbo. Police work gave me a purpose that I desperately needed, and I gathered the strength to end that terrible relationship. I remember the day I looked in the mirror and said, “I don’t care if I have to live in my truck, I won’t do this another minute.” There is something liberating about truly accepting the moment and fully letting go. I always say that complete release and surrender to faith is what opened my heart to my future. I met my wife soon after.

I began living openly. My career moved forward, my home life was fabulous, and I had turned the corner. About a year later, my mom visited with my youngest sister and little niece. We were having a great time until Sandy unwittingly hugged me, or something equally benign, in front of her. The firestorm that followed was stunning. By the end of the night, mom was shouting hurtful words, and I told her if she couldn’t respect my home and partner, then she should leave. It was the moment of truth for us both. I said, “It’s amazing that you raised me to be independent and strong, but now that the reality isn’t quite what you’d expected, you can’t handle it. I’m the woman you raised me to be.” She went in the bedroom and slammed the door.

My wife, Sandy, is incredible. I would have fallen into an angry, unforgiving place if not for her. She wisely urged me to give my mom time. Over the years, I’ve seen her mellow. Although we don’t speak directly about my sexuality, my family’s acceptance of Sandy has grown. Mom has trouble expressing herself emotionally, but I know she’s tried, and I figured that’s the best we could hope for. That was before yesterday. We’d sent flowers to our moms for mother’s day and my mom called to say thank you. I was busy, so Sandy put her on speaker while they talked. Before they hung up mom said, “I just wanted to thank you. The flowers are beautiful. I love you both.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I realized that once again, mom taught me that anything is possible.

For mothers here and those who live on in our hearts.

I wish you all blessings and peace~LM

 

Author Lynette Mae is Back with the Faithful Service Drive

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Hey, kids! Author Lynette Mae is back with the re-release of Faithful Service, Faithful Hearts!

Some of you may remember that I interviewed Lynette Mae right here on Women and Words in July, 2012. In case you wanted to check that out, there's the linkie. For those not in the know, Lynette Mae is an Army veteran who is currently a law enforcement officer.

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So, the fabulous Andi Marquette invited me to hang out over at Women and Words to let you all know the latest happening in LM's world. Thanks, for letting me hang out with the cool kids, Andi!

Religious defiance, thank God!

I’m a Christian and I’m perplexed. Can somebody please explain to me why folks who profess to believe in the teachings of Jesus are forever bastardizing his message?

Our most recent example of faith-based hypocrisy comes today from a story about a father who loves his son and simply wants to support his son completely. The Reverend Dr. Thomas W. Ogletree, a minister of the United Methodist Church, was asked by his son to officiate his wedding. What an awesome thing, right? Right! Except that his son was marrying a man. Uh, oh. Dr. Olgletree says that his son’s request inspired him and he readily accepted. Two of the reverend’s children are gay, and he loves and accepts them unconditionally. His daughter previously married her partner in a non-Methodist ceremony. 

Rev. Olgletree conducted the ceremony for his son back in October, and no doubt, it was a joyous family occasion. Then, one of the reverend’s fellow ministers saw the wedding announcement in the newspaper, and apparently felt it his sacred duty to tattle on Rev. Ogletree to the local bishop. Rev. Randall C. Paige and several other ministers object to Rev. Ogletree’s actions, citing violations of canonical law. They say the ceremony “is a chargeable offense under the rules of the church” and that breaking the laws are not the proper way to bring about change.

Really? Umm… Jesus broke the laws of his lifetime by renouncing Old Testament teachings publicly, throwing the money lenders out of the temple, cavorting with known prostitutes, pretty much thumbing his nose at much of the religious doctrine of the day, and the list goes on. Seems like he thought that breaking the law was exactly the way to bring about change at times. Unjust laws meant to demonize or marginalize minority groups are always overturned by acts of civil disobedience, because morally unjust laws cannot and should not stand. So, how is it that these religious scholars would assert that breaking the rules is not the way to affect change? Guess they skipped those parts of the New Testament. The complaining reverends say that Rev. Olgetree’s actions injure the church because they “foster confusion about what the church stands for.” Shouldn’t the church be standing for love, honesty, family, and stuff like that?

The Rev. Olgletree is awe-inspiring. “Sometimes, when what is officially the law is wrong, you try to get the law changed,” he said. “But if you can’t, you break it.” He challenged Rev. Paige, saying, “Dr. King broke the law, Jesus of Nazareth broke the law…So you mean you should never break the law, no matter how unjust it is?” I’m pretty sure that’s exactly the premise our great country was founded upon, and I hope we never lose that belief in standing up for “right” over “law”. Rules and laws are made in given periods of time, based upon the knowledge folks have to work with. But, we evolve. We grow. We change.

These changes come largely through interacting with people who may be different than ourselves. That’s why I always say that we change hearts and minds one person at a time. The good reverend understands the teachings of Christianity call us to be loving and compassionate toward one another, not judgmental or hateful. When we open our hearts to the lives and love of others, we cannot help but grow. That’s the human experience. The reverend, only wanting to fully participate in his son’s marriage, as any parent would, unwittingly became a symbol of religious defiance. He said, “I actually wasn’t thinking of it as an act of civil disobedience or church disobedience. I was thinking of it as a response to my son.”

Amen, reverend.

Owning our authentic voice

Hi gang. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the importance of living and expressing our authentic voice. In my life, just as many of you, I’ve experienced homophobia in various forms. I lived as a closeted lesbian in the US Army in the pre-DADT days, when just the whisper of innuendo was enough to get you hauled into an interrogation room and run out of the military—no matter how competent or capable you were. Being lesbian automatically made you unfit. After a couple of near misses under investigation, I came to realize that I couldn’t live dishonestly and left the military with a heavy heart. But I made myself a promise to live my truth and never again let anyone else bully or define me, or make me feel that my authentic self was less than worthy.

I read the most recent coming out news this week about NBA center Jason Collins. Collins is receiving the distinction of being the first pro athlete to come out. He follows US soccer star Megan Rapinoe last summer and Baylor women’s basketball star Brittney Griner, who will be member of the Phoenix Mercury in the WNBA this season. In his interview with Sports Illustrated, Collins talked about the same need to live authentically. It’s a common thread virtually all of us share.

But to live and express ourselves authentically, while universal, is a bit different for each of us as individuals. LGBT people are still marginalized by the world. Although acceptance is increasing exponentially, there is still a large segment of our society that feels that we really ought to shut up about it, already. Why do we have to keep telling them? They wonder. Because it’s still legal to discriminate against LGBT people. Because DOMA is still on the books, denying same sex couples the same benefits as straight couples. This means LGBT members of the military, law enforcement, and fire fighters can continue to risk their very lives for you, but their families will not receive the same survivor benefits as their peers.

So, back to the question: Why do I write lesbian fiction? I write lesbian fiction because I want to tell my story—our stories—authentically. I don’t want to ignore the totality of our experiences as lesbians. I don’t mean to disparage, but let’s remember that as women, we do have a different experience even from that of gay men. Yes, the human condition is universal in many ways, but to deeply grasp the emotion and experience of any human, one cannot edit out sexuality. Humans are the only species whose sexuality is inextricably tied to emotion, and this is especially true for women. I want to write stories with lesbian heroines who are strong, capable, sensitive, and yes, sexual.

I’ve seen a lot of discussion recently surrounding the debate of sex in lesbian fiction. Both sides have valid points. Every writer has her own style, and decides how best to tell her story. That’s as it should be. However, I don’t believe including the depictions of the sexuality in my characters automatically demeans my story. I get the irritation that the label “lesbian fiction” is sometimes equated with pornography. That is demeaning on it’s face. It says what the straight world has always said to me: “I can accept that you’re a lesbian, I just don’t want to hear about it.” Why do I have to edit out the sexuality of my characters in order to be taken seriously? Wait. I only have to edit out the sexuality of the lesbians. That’s really the truth. A lesbian author who has had success in the mainstream market says that her publisher doesn’t care about her sexuality, as long as she writes a good story. I’m sure that’s true. They also say she writes badass women characters. She does, and I’m a fan.

But. Why can’t the leading ladies be badass and lesbian? And if they are, why can’t we see them as authentic, whole beings—sex and all? That’s the character I want to read and write about, and if the sex works within the context of the story, I’ll include it. I read a wide variety of books—fiction, non-fiction, mainstream and lesfic. I think every author should write the story they want to write. When this debate comes up periodically, I fear that what we’re actually doing is applying the mainstream, straight world’s biases in the reverse. The straight stereotype accepts kick-ass women, so long as they still need a man between the sheets. The straight male execs at Amazon are the ones who lump us into one category based on the ‘lesbian’ label. Let’s agree that’s wrong, rather than fighting amongst ourselves over how much or little sex determines whether we’ll be taken seriously. When we throw stones at each other for including sex, we’re telling ourselves that depicting our sexuality automatically shames us. I disagree.

Right now, I can’t find those positive representations of myself, or lesbians in general, out in the mainstream, straight, fiction world. Therefore, I choose to write those stories. My writing is my way of taking back my own power to live and express my authentic self. So, for me, I’m not writing lesfic as some lead-up to hitting it big in the mainstream world. Unless the mainstream world is ready to accept unabashed, fully developed lesbian characters. I pray that day arrives. Until then, I am proud to wear the label: “Lesbian Author”.

Thanks for reading~ LM

Planting Peace and Shocked Rants

Hi gang. I want to talk about a couple of news items that caught my eye yesterday.

In entertainment news, singer Michelle Schocked decided to end her musical set over the weekend with an anti-gay rant, according to those in attendance at Yoshi’s in San Francisco. Ms. Schocked, an alternative/folk singer who had some success in the 80’s and 90’s, has previously danced on the edge of coming out. In 1990, she talked to Outlines, a Chicago gay newspaper, about having her first relationship with a woman.

By 2008, Shocked seemed to struggle with her identity, as quoted in the Dallas Voice: “According to my Bible, which I didn’t write, homosexuality is immoral. But homosexuality is no more less a sin than fornication. And I’m a fornicator with a capital F. I like the sound of being called an honorary lesbian and the comparisons to black disco divas. But right now, I’m a dug-in-the-heels fundamentalist who’s not too happy about it.” In 2012, Shocked has apparently decided to take up the banner of hatred in the name of fundamentalist religion. Over the weekend, she ranted at her show, reportedly telling the audience she feared gay marriage would “destroy the world”, and they could go on Twitter and say, “Michelle Shocked hates fags.” She mostly emptied out the club at that point. Shocked herself Tweeted later, “Truth is leading to painful confrontation.”

I wonder if she was talking about the crowd or her own internalized homophobia? I don’t personally care if she’s gay or straight, but can somebody tell me why every time one of these “converted” born-again Christians speaks, they have to launch into such vile and hateful language? Are they trying to convince themselves or everyone else? I’m going to Tweet to Michelle: Don’t hate yourself, God loves you either way.

In more uplifting news, did you see that the Westboro community in Topeka Kansas has a new Equality House? That’s right, and it’s located right across the street from the infamous Westboro Baptist Church, run by the fundamentalist homophobe Fred Phelps. Planting Peace is a diverse charity organization with projects ranging from environmental causes to opening orphanages worldwide that rescue children from the street. Planting Peace has now opened the Equality House in Phelp’s own neighborhood.

Aaron Jackson, one of the group’s founders, said, “I read a story about Josef Miles, a 10-year-old kid who counter-protested the Westboro Baptist Church by holding the sign that says ‘God Hates No One,’” Jackson told The Huffington Post “I didn’t know anything about the church or where they were located, but that story kept popping up. And one night I wondered, Where is this church? I got on Google Earth, and I was ‘walking down the road,’ and I did a 360 view. And I saw a ‘For Sale’ sign sitting in the front yard of a house. Right away it hit me, Oh my gosh, I could buy a house in front of the WBC! And immediately I thought: And I’m going to paint that thing the color of the pride flag.”

Today, volunteers are painting the Equality House in rainbow colors. Yes, the sound you hear is the crowd going wild. Phelps is in the business of intimidation and bullying. In my experience the only way to stop a bully is to stand up to them. Let’s see how Phelps and his hate-mongering followers handle a neighbor who isn’t going to cower in their presence, or worse, ignore them in the hopes they’ll go away. The sign hanging on the Westboro Baptist Church states the same message Michelle Shocked proclaimed: God Hates Fags.

No. God hates hate. Clearly, these adults are not smarter than a fifth grader.

We shouldn’t be shocked by either of these stories. There will always be people like Phelps who use religion to justify their bigotry and hate, and sadly, their will always be those like Shocked who internalize the twisted message and lash out as a bizarre defense mechanism. I feel sorry for them because hate only breeds hate and what you give always comes back to you. Be the change you wish to see, right? Planting peace. What a concept.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for reading~
LM

Why is this so hard to believe?

Many of us were saddened by the news of the passing of CW2 Charlie Morgan. It’s a tragic end to a story about a woman who lived a life of service in the shadows, during the years when DADT was the policy of the US military. Like so many other lesbian and gay service members, Charlie served her country at a huge personal cost. After the repeal of DADT, while many others still feared repercussions with DOMA still on the books, Charlie had the courage to tell her story.

Charlie served proudly in the New Hampshire National Guard for seventeen years. More than ten years ago, she and her wife, Karen, entered into a civil union in Vermont, and last year wed in their home state. They have a daughter who is eligible for healthcare and survivor benefits, but her wife is not. Charlie simply wanted to take care of her family, just like any other responsible spouse.

Charlie was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2008. She underwent a double mastectomy and chemotherapy. When she was said to be cancer-free, she was deployed to Kuwait for a year’s tour. But last September, she was told the cancer had returned and was in her lymph nodes. The cancer was now incurable. So, like any other dedicated spouse, Charlie felt a renewed urgency to fight for a change in the law because that was the only way to secure the benefits that her family deserved. The benefits she earned during her years of service to this country.

And Charlie knew first hand how much those benefits meant. Her father had been killed in an accident while on active duty when she was three, and his survivor benefits were her mother’s source of support. But with DOMA still on the books, her wife would not receive those same benefits. So, Charlie wrote to the Speaker of the House, John Boehner. Her requests for a meeting were ignored at first. Finally, when a news organization got involved, a meeting was granted, but after she made the trip to DC, the Speaker sent an aide to meet with Charlie. She told her story, told him her time was short, and that her family needed their help. The aide listened and then told her the Speaker would continue to defend DOMA.

When Charlie’s wife, Karen, was asked about what a repeal of DOMA and full recognition as a military dependent would mean, it is said that she stated it would be great to be able to go to the commissary to shop for her family. The simplicity of a request to perform such a normal task is heartbreaking in its significance.

Charlie’s letter to the Speaker said, “Mr. Speaker, as a member of the Active Guard, I laid my life on the line for my country, and now I need my country to protect and care for my family. My wife and daughter face an uncertain future, unable to receive the same family support services as our counterparts who render the same service, take the same risks, and make the same sacrifices.” For those who serve in our military and sacrifice so much for our freedoms, that doesn’t seem like such a huge request.

Charlie Morgan lost her battle with cancer on Sunday. Charlie, like every other lesbian or gay service member—or indeed, every lesbian and gay citizen—wanted exactly what you want, America. The chance to live freely and receive the same benefits for hard work as any other citizen in this country.

That’s all we want. Why is this so hard to believe?

Peace~LM

Connections of the heart

I love my job. No secret if you know me personally. In law enforcement, the fact that no two days are ever the same makes it constantly stimulating. Few days are boring, some are exciting, interesting, heartbreaking, and some days are downright terrifying. And then there are days like Sunday. A woman from a local grocery store dropped off a huge bag and a couple of boxes of day-old breads and pastries at the police department while I happened to be in the office. Normally, someone on the dayshift takes the food to a church that feeds the homeless. Problem was, this time it was later than normal, nearly dark.

Rather than call an officer in off the street, I decided to take the food to my car and find a place to deliver it. I started driving to one of our local social services sector, but calls for service delayed me. After one call, I stopped at a light and observed a man sitting, almost invisible, at a street corner holding a small sign. The man was relatively clean cut, I guessed in his 30’s, and when I looked more closely, I realized his right leg was a prosthetic limb. I stopped and asked the man if he was a veteran. He smiled and said, “Yes, ma’am. US Army.” Knowing why I asked, he said,

“Afghanistan.”

I returned to my vehicle and pulled three loaves of bread from the bag. His face lit up. “Thank you, Sarge.”

“No, I owe you much more than thanks,” I said, feeling unworthy in the face of his sacrifice. I then asked if he had a support system and somewhere to stay. He said, for now. We shook hands and parted ways.

I was filled with humility and a renewed energy. My new mission was to seek out others who were on the street, rather than shelters, falling through the cracks. Next I met a Viet Nam era vet, another man who lost his job eight months ago, and a couple with two kids trying to supplement their dwindling savings by selling bottles of water. All were exceedingly grateful for something as simple as a loaf of bread.

By now it was getting late and I was having a hard time finding recipients, since our city prohibits panhandling after sunset. I took the remainder of the load over to the shelter that feeds women and families in need. When I handed the kitchen worker the offering, she beamed.

Although my shift didn’t involve arresting a felon or what I would normally describe as exciting, it impacted me in ways that I cannot describe. The people I met will live in me forever. Each one had a different story, and I realized that after 20+ years of seeing the worst of humanity, I’d become a bit desensitized. The simplicity of touching another’s life in some small way was rejuvenating. My humanity had been jumped started. My heart swelled. I felt like I’d won the lottery.

The purpose of this story isn’t to say I did a good thing. I didn’t. The Publix store in Tampa donated the food. I did something insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but the circumstances that led me to that action transformed my outlook forever. I know that I will spend my remaining days in law enforcement with a renewed commitment to doing “good”. Only now, I remember that good isn’t only arresting bad guys. It’s the quiet human connections make all the difference.

I hope 2013 provides each of you unexpected blessings and connections of the heart.

Peace~LM

Guns and self-reflection

Our hearts are broken. Again.

Another horrific, senseless, unspeakable tragedy has all of us asking why. I sit riveted to the news, watching the devastation of others and a voice inside starts posing much more difficult questions. Difficult because, by acknowledging that voice, I might have to admit I might be wrong—or at the very least, I might need to consider the possibility that there is more I can do. Our collective silence keeps real change for the good from happening.

I own guns. They are a necessary part of my job. Let’s get that settled; I’m not advocating you surrender your firearms. I want to talk about personal and collective societal responsibility.

I sat with friends last night, and this latest horror quite naturally came up in the conversation. But what stunned me was the speed with which the conversation shifted from the tragedy to the assertion of each person’s right to own guns and even boasting about how many firearms members of the group owned. That little voice in my head asked: How does one’s gun ownership make this any less of a nightmare? And more importantly: Why does a conversation about gun violence immediately trigger a defensive reaction in gun owners like me?

Rather than getting defensive, we should be getting angry. And we need some serious introspection and a willingness to open up to real and constructive debate. The two words, Gun Control, provoke indignation in gun owners and it shouldn’t. What should anger responsible citizens is the increasing frequency that we are now dealing with tragedies like this. We need to take a look at ourselves.

Maybe violent video games, depicting murder and thoughtless shootings, not to mention extra points for killing cops, aren’t appropriate gifts for kids in my family. Maybe asserting my right to gun ownership should also be tempered with the realization that assault rifles are weapons of war and have no place in our civilian world. While we’re on the subject, my legally owned firearm, should be properly secured, so it’s not stolen and used in a crime—or God forbid—a disturbed member of my family use it to harm themselves or others. We should be outraged that guns can be purchased with ease on the Internet, that unscrupulous gun dealers trade in illicit arms with near impunity, and “straw purchases” are commonplace in licensed gun shops (that’s when a person who can buy a weapon knowingly purchases one for an individual who cannot lawfully purchase a weapon). And lastly, let’s stop pretending that the sheer mind-boggling numbers of guns available in this country isn’t any part of the problem. It is.

As responsible citizens, we must commit to having an open and honest debate about how to deal with this violence. Can’t we agree that something concrete has to be done? This all or nothing approach to firearm rights is ludicrous. In Florida this week two newspaper headlines juxtapose in my brain with extreme irony. “Agriculture Commissioner touts 1 million concealed weapons permits” then today “Gunman massacres 20 children at school in Connecticut” I know the NRA tells me there is no correlation, but my conviction slips a bit as I wipe away tears yet again, contemplating the senseless deaths. Let me say again, I am a gun owner. I also think we need to step back from the NRA’s fear mongering ledge a bit. Nobody has tried to take my gun, or even suggested it. But this country has a problem and we need to talk about how to fix it. There are many ways to start dealing with these issues in a holistic way, I think. What I’ve talked about here are just a few questions my wife and I grapple with internally, like many Americans I’m sure. I don’t pretend to have all the answers. One thing is for certain: we can’t keep turning away from this problem.

What we’re doing now isn’t really working for us.

As always, I’d love to hear what you think. Peace. ~LM

Blog Hop: The next big thing

Hi gang! Wow it’s great to be back. I’ll have a longer post with a few announcements coming in the next couple of days, explaining what’s been going on in LM’s world and reconnecting with my peeps. (That’s you!) But for now, my good friend Cheyne Curry, fabulous author and film maker, tagged me in her blog hop tour. Thanks Cheyne! Today’s topic is the next big thing. For me, that’s a story near and dear to my heart. Read on…

 

What is the working title of your book?

My current WIP is Rebound
Where did the idea come from for the book?

The story came to me from watching a few simply amazing people in my life who have flourished despite adversity that they’ve experienced. So, I used their examples as a starting point for the story and let my own creativity take over from there.
What genre does your book fall under?

Lesbian Romance/ Drama
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

I get asked this question from time to time with my other stories. I suppose it’s fun for folks to imagine what actors might be cast to play various characters in stories they enjoy. For me, I prefer to stick to writing. My characters are composites of people and experiences I’ve had throughout my life, so that would make it difficult for me to decide. I’d love to hear readers’ picks though. LOL

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A twist of fate can alter our entire reality and force us to dig deep in search of our authentic self.
What is the longer synopsis of your book?

I haven’t written a complete synopsis, but here’s a bit to give you an idea:

Conner Maguire has it all. She’s a professional athlete on top of her game, with a gorgeous partner, and all the trappings of fame. A twist of fate changes everything, leaving Conner alone to rebuild her world and even her identity. Coach Shawn Tyler isn’t cutting Conner any slack. She’s challenging, frustrating, and beautiful. Shawn might hold the key to Conner’s future, if they each can get past their individual pride long enough to open their hearts to new possibilities.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Rebound will be published by Sapphire Books in 2013.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

It’s still a work in progress.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?

This seems to be related to the question above. I was inspired to write this story by the incredibly talented and strong individuals in my life who rise above any challenge, despite being differently-abled. I think all of us wonder if we would have what it takes to overcome a sudden injury that completely alters our physical or mental reality. Most of us are stronger than we know. The key is understanding the truth that nearly all of what the outside world sees is not who we really are. But human nature usually prevents revealing our truest selves unless something rocks our world, good or bad. This story explores that phenomenon.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

While not a sequel to Faithful Service, Silent Hearts and Tactical Pursuit, Rebound tells the story of Conner, Mac McKinley’s young cousin. Readers first met Conner in Tactical Pursuit.

 

Next Wednesday check out these author’s blogs to find out about their Next Big Thing. I’m tagging Isabella, Jett Abbott, and Linda Kay Silva.

Equality Wins

You did it! History was made. Equality won. Pat yourselves on the back Maine, Maryland, Minnesota, and Washington! Wow. What a momentous day for us all. The 0 and 32 streak of ill-fated gay marriage ballot initiatives has come to an end. And what about Senator-elect Tammy Baldwin of Minnesota, the first openly lesbian woman elected to the US Senate? I’m speechless. I’m amazed. I can’t stop grinning.

The marriage questions on the ballot were successful because the citizens of this country are getting to know us. One person, one connection, one story at a time, we are letting our fellow Americans know that we are just like them. We have families, jobs, and our lives are largely centered around the same daily activities, hopes and dreams. People get that, if we show them who we are. Change doesn’t occur overnight, it takes time, but it’s happening. The momentum continues.

Similarly, Tammy Baldwin’s election was not because she is a lesbian. It happened because she has been a stellar Congresswoman for the state of Wisconsin, and those folks trust her to continue her service in the Senate. That’s critical. For me the goal is getting past the roadblocks placed in our collective paths solely because of our sexual orientation. What’s so inspiring is seeing someone recognized for her ability, regardless of the fact she’s a lesbian. Whether it’s marriage, employment, or housing, we simply want to be treated like any other citizen. Every time a lesbian or gay American achieves success and is seen as equal, it’s a step forward for all of us.

There is still work to do. Paradoxically, Minnesota, the same state that voted equality, also returned stridently anti-gay Congresswoman Michele Bachmann to office. But progressive candidates like Tammy Duckworth also won their races, pledging support for LGBT and women’s rights. Congratulations to all of the winning candidates. My final hope is that we can now find ways to reach for our common humanity and patriotism. Compromise is a word that has been lost in the text of our politics recently. That has to change. In America, we believe in peaceful elections, even if we disagree with the outcome. That is our tradition. I believe in our country’s ability to rise to any and all challenges. Let’s move on to solving problems rather than exploiting differences and hurling vitriol. Expanding equality is a big step. Now it’s up to us to continue the march.

Way to go, America.

 

 

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