Irish Slavery

Posted: June 27, 2015 in Uncategorized

I know I haven’t written a blog in a while.  I am ready to get back to blogging.  This one will be a short one, though.   My book, Ireland Calls My Name is finally available in paperback and for the Kindle at  Here is the link for the USA.  There are also Amazon links for several other countries available, including the UK.  Just look me up on the Amazon most familiar to you.  I am also posting a pic of the banner I will be using for my book signing tables.  My boyfriend, Kyle Hebert, set up my first book signing in Ireland July 8th.  I will also be doing my first panel along with another book signing in August in Hawaii.  I also received my first picture of a reader with my book in hand.  I am so excited for the world to learn the truth about Irish Slavery.  My book also has supernatural elements.  Let’s see how this thing goes.

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I am writing about my book.  I have 11k words to go and my god…they are the hardest words to write.  Why, you ask?  You are so close to the end, you say.  Just write them and be done with it already…

Well, guess what?  If you are not a writer and you are a reader you need to know some things.  You may never ever understand them but I will do my best to explain them to you.  Do you know why?  It is because you are my friend.  You are the one I am writing for.  You are special and loved beyond measure.  You are the reason I have not finished this book and put it out there for you.  I know you will read it and fall in love with the characters.  I know you will not be able to but the book down for wanting to know what happens to them.  And you will die a bit when the book comes to an end, even though, yes, there is a sequel.  Your heart will sink and a sadness will envelop you and that breaks my heart.  Do you know why?  It is because I do not know how this book will end or the path it will take.  I dread sitting down to the computer and reading the next words that are inevitable…I dread the end, I dread the next chapter…hell, I dread the next paragraph.  Slaves lived through so many horrifying conditions.  My God, what will they experience next?  Will they escape or die?  OMG  I hate the waiting and writing to find out.

I honesty feel that I am writing the story of my ancestors.  Does that make me crazy or well intuned?  I don’t know and honestly, I don’t care.  I feel what I feel and I write what they tell me.  So one day, you all will read these words and wonder…”Are they truth or are the fiction?”  Guess what?   Odds are, they are someone’s truth.  I think it is my family’s truth but, alas, I will never know for sure.  All I can do is write what I dream and go from there.  I will finish this story, no matter how hard to see the things play out in my head.  I will see the end and I will write the sequel. It will move you and make you think.  And that is all I want.  I want the world to know what happened and I want the world to think about it.  I want YOU to know what my family experienced.  I want YOU to know what happened in 1649 and what Oliver Cromwell did to my people.  I never want my ancestry to be forgotten.

So, yes, I am still writing. And yes, It is coming along slowly.  It is quite burdensome to write about atrocities that my family experienced just so I could exist.  Now there is a thought.  What did my ancestors endure, just so one day, I could exist?

Thank you, forefathers and foremothers, for all of your sacrifices, just so one day, I could exist.  <3

Thank you for reading.  X

My Baby Is a Survivor

Posted: September 18, 2014 in Uncategorized

My youngest, my baby boy turned 22 years old today at 8:20am.  My baby is no longer a baby.  My baby is a man.  When did this happen?  I remember a pregnancy where I was bed ridden for 6 months of it, just to keep him alive.  I remember a delivery where he was in danger and it took three doctors to keep him alive.  I remember bringing him home and how much trouble he had breathing.  How he would cry when I would lay him down.  I remember doing nebulizer treatments every 3 hours, day and night, to keep him alive.  I remember how he had a cold when he was 18 months old and how we propped his baby matress up on one end so he could breathe better.  And how in the middle of the night I was awaken from a deep sleep with a feeling of dread.  I ran to his room and he had found a pacifier I must have left in his crib.  He had put it in his mouth but had a stuffy nose.  My baby was blue and limp.  I took the pacifier out of his little mouth, suctioned his tiny nose and blew air into his little lungs.  He took a deep breath and I cried.

He was and is adventurous, like his Momma.  He climbed the slide on the swing set out back when he was 2 1/2 and instead of sliding down, he jumped over the side, spraining his ankle.  I asked him why he did that and his answer was…’it was the fastest way down’.  He would scale bookcases and kitchen cabinets.  Always into something, always curious, always exploring.  He is much the same even now, just like his Momma.

When my son was 8 years old we went out for pizza.  By that night he had severe vomiting and diarrhea.  I treated him myself for two days and finally took him to the doctor.  They said it was a tummy bug.  I took him back home and slept on the bathroom floor with him for a few more days and nights.  We went back to the doctor and were told to keep treating it and they gave us medications for nausea.  He couldn’t hold them down.  At one point I was in tears when he stood in the bathtum with stuff coming out both ends and he looked up at me and asked, “Momma, am I dying?”  I said, “No baby, not on my watch.”  The next morning he came in the kitchen crying and said, “I looked in the mirror and I don’t know that boy.”  I turned around to see what he was talking about.  His face was so swollen I didn’t recognize my own child.  I rushed him to the doctor and his blood pressure was 180/150.  They couldn’t figure out whey he wasn’t having a stroke and we rushed him to the hospital.  it was touch and go the first 24 hours, as they tried to figure out what was wrong with my child.  His kidneys were failing.  I lay in his bed and hold him, praying for God to take me instead.  30 minutes before they were going to put a shunt in him, he finally peed.  I don’t think I had ever been happier.  His kidneys were working again!  I cried.  After 5 days of treatments and a ton of doctors at a doctor convention weighing in on what might be wrong, they said we could go home.  At 4pm on Sunday they took out his IV and his blood pressure skyrocketed again.  They put in a new IV and after two hours, got it back down.   Finally, at 7 they let us go home.  I went to the school the next day to get all the work he had missed.  His computer teacher never got any of the kids names right, but they loved her so much no one minded.  My son’s name is Raylie.  She saw me in the office and asked how Randy was doing.  lol  I smiled and said he is much better.  She asked me something, “Did something bad happen to him yesterday around 4?”  I asked why she was asking.  She said, “I was cleaning house and felt like I needed to pray for Randy.  So I did until that uneasy feeling left me around 6.”  I had goosebumps.  I told her what happened and she hugged me.

I remember when he was 15 and he took my hand his his and I realized his hand was bigger than mine.  I smiled but teared up.  And now, my son is taking care of me, just until I move to LA in January.  I live in a house he shares with his fiance’, his sister and brother in law.

My son is a crazy intelligent being who loves movies and anime and video games.  He works full time and goes to school full time to become a financial advisor.  He is independent and spirited and has a wonderfully goofy sense of humor.  My baby is no longer a baby.  My baby is a man.  A man I am so proud to call my son.  So many times, life could have taken him away, but I think the universe knew he needed to be here.  He touches lives, he cares for others and is always quick to help.  He is generous to a fault and draws the misfits, the dreamers, the thinkers and the like.  I have said many times in this blog that my son is like his Momma.  Now that he is grown, I strive to be like my son.

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful week.  X

me and r

My current WIP (work in progress) is about Irish slavery.  It takes place in 1649, beginning with the Cromwellian Conquest of Ireland and how Oliver Cromwell sold so many Irish as slaves.  They came over on the same slave ships as the African slaves.  My protagonist, Talisyn O’Reilly meets an African slave named Zxander.  Together they are bought by the same man, each eleven years old.  They grow up together and are forced to breed.  The master wants a unique looking livestock.  The book is about their longing for freedom and attempts at escape, without the creation of a small life in the process.  Here is a scene from my book.  Edited by Brian Bowyer.

Talisyn’s eyes followed the men who appeared to be walking directly toward her.  As she watched them come closer, she was reminded of her childhood. She will never forget that day when, at eleven years old, the men came to Ireland.  The look of panic on her mother’s face as they ripped the young girl from her arms was branded in her memory.  She felt sick as one of the men grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from the clotheslines.

“What are ye doing?” She clawed at the hand in her thick amber hair. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

The men dragged her, kicking and fighting, all the way to the barn.  Once inside she saw Master and Zxander.  Zxander kept his eyes to the ground, as if he were ashamed.  There was an old, half-rotten wooden table in the middle of the barn.  She could hear the rain start to hit the roof.

“Tis raining,” she said.  “I need to get the sheets off the lines.”

The master said nothing.  He just pointed his cane towards the table and the men seemed to know what to do.

The four of them lifted Talisyn and slammed her down on the table.  They pinned her down, one man at each limb.  She watched in disbelief.

“What is going on?  What are ye doing?”  She kept her fearful gaze on the master’s.

“You have been here nine years, almost ten.  That is the end of your indentured servitude.  Normally I would just kill you about now.  But I figure I could make more money if I breed you and keep your child.  That child will be my property and I figure if I breed you and Zxander, that child will be self-branded, easy to prove as my property.  I am curious to see if I am correct, mixing an Irish slave with a negro one.”

“No!” she raged.

The master looked at Zxander and pointed at Talisyn with his cane.  Zxander walked over to Talisyn and lifted her dress.

“Please, Zxander. Don’t do this to me.”

Zxander said nothing. He simply climbed up on the table and eased his hard flesh against her untouched opening.  He gently pressed inside her and stared at the ground.  She flinched and whispered, “Zxander, look at me.”

He could not.  He shook his head and continued, trying to be gentle.

“Zxander, please . . .”

He still could not look into her eyes.

“Zxander, please, look at me. It will be more humane.  Am I not your friend?”

He looked at her. Tears welled up in his eyes. “I am sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.  Just keep your eyes on mine.  Zxander, look at me.”

She felt his body tense up and relax.  The men let go of her and grabbed Zxander.  The man with the whip beat his back.  But Master spoke up.

“Stop!  These two are not to be touched.  They are like my prized bull and my strongest heifer.  They will be fed and cared for.  Take them to the house.”

Talisyn sat up and watched three of the men drag Zxander out.

“Why be kind for one child?  You know I am leaving soon,” she reasoned.

“Really?”  Master said. “You would willingly leave your child with me?”  He laughed.

“My ten years will be up while I am pregnant,” she argued.

“I know. And you will have two choices.  I can cut your child out of you and let you die, or you can stay, have your offspring and raise it. But you have to give me more children.”

“You bastard.”

“No, my Irish whore.  The bastards are the babies you will be providing me with.” He laughed again.

Today I am going to write about my favorite moments with each of my kids.  I am loving my life here with them, but I know it will all change next year.  For now, we are all under the same roof.  Next year we will all be moving, no longer living together.  So I am enjoying the hell outta my babies until then.

First, my son’s fiance.  I wake up every morning and see her sitting on the couch, messing around on her computer, usually with school books open and studying.  She sets it aside and visits with me.  That is our time.  The early mornings when no one else in the house is awake.  It’s just she and I.  I absolutely love my mornings with her and miss her so very much when she isn’t around to talk to over coffee.

Second, my son.  He loves to go pick up fast food or energy drinks at midnight.  I love that he always comes to my room and asks me to go with him.  I usually say no and whine about it being late and how tired I am.  He argues that I can come in pajamas and barefoot and how he just wants me to come and talk with him.  So I do.  And I love those midnight car rides with my boy.  The one on one time with him in the car.  He tells me about his day and his dreams for the future.  I absolutely love the midnight runs with my boy.

Third, my daughter.  So one night this week was unusual in that my daughter and I were alone in the house.  So we ended up in the kitchen, experimenting with food.  She prepared the vegetables and I prepared the chicken.  While dinner cooked, we danced in the living room.  After we danced, her dog got jealous and she danced with me as well.  Once dinner was ready, we sat down and watched a movie together while we ate.  It was such a lovely evening.  I absolutely love hanging out with my daughter.

Fourth, my son in law.  I came home early from work one day.  I hadn’t been eating enough and ended up dizzy and sick.  He cooked a meal for me and asked me to come watch our show with him while we ate.  We watch Game of Thrones together each week.  So we got out a computer to watch the show from, but the sound was too low.  So he plugged in his earbuds and he took one, while I took the other and we sat there with your heads close together, each with an ear bud in an ear and huddled around the computer screen.  The show was incredible as always.  And I loved how he took care of me and then spent time with me.  I absolutely love spending time with my son in law.

So there you have it.  My favorite moments for the week with my kids.

On a side note, my boyfriend will be in town this weekend and I was fortunate to be able to take off those four days from work.  I am so excited to spend this time with him.  We haven’t seen each other since December.  We have spoken every day since then but not face to face.  I will write more about the love of my life in a few days.  All you really need to know for now is that we have been friends since we were 15 years old.  It just took us 30 years to realize we belong together.  And now I have the most beautiful relationship I have ever encountered.  I will write more soon.

Thank you for reading and have a great week.  X


Aside  —  Posted: June 5, 2014 in Uncategorized

My Perfect Mother’s Day

Posted: May 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

My Mother’s Day was so amazing.  It actually started a few minutes before midnight when my daughter could no longer stand it and she gave me a top she bought me.  It is so cute!  I absolutely love it!  I went to bed so happy.  Just a happy night.  I slept well.

Then I woke up to a text from my son’s fiance telling me that she is happy to have me in her life and she loves me.  She was my first Happy Mother’s Day.   Then my son took me see Spiderman 2 in IMAX 3D.  I had no idea what that was going to be like.  I haven’t been to a movie in a year or so and this was a fancy schmancy theatre.  He bought our tickets outside from a machine and there was no line.  Then he held the door open for me and I walked in to a colorful, fascinating world that smelled like heaven.  I had forgotten how much I love going to the movies.  There was a bar and a really nice concession stand.  The soda machine was insane.  I will post a picture of it!  He bought me nachos and a hot dog and a large drink.  The hot dogs weren’t ready yet so Erika said she would bring me my hot dog in the theatre.  I wasn’t sure how she would find me but I said okay.  Then I decided I wanted tea.  There were four types of tea to choose from!  My son was getting his soda and I looked at the grown man who stood before me.  I couldn’t be more proud to be his mom.  He is so tall and handsome and adventurous and funny and has the sweetest heart of any man I know.  I love how much he loves me, too.  His dad and I aren’t together anymore, but we sure did something right when it comes to our kids.  

We took our food, drinks and 3D glasses and walked through the doors to experience my first time in an IMAX theatre.  I love walking through those doors with the dim lighting and a ramp leading to the stairs.  The stairs with the little lights guiding you.  Finally, we took our seats and got situated.  I looked over at him and he smiled.  He was so excited for me to experience IMAX 3D.  Then it was time to put on our glasses and I saw things I cannot even put into words…and I am a writer!  The countdown numbers spinning and coming at me!  When Spiderman would fly, I felt like I was on his back.  It was so exciting!  So amazing!  I didn’t want to take my eyes off the screen for even a second!  I laughed, I cried and I sat stunned when it was over.  What a ride!  I wanna go again when I can.  That was just incredible!  We left the theatre and I almost tossed my 3D glasses in the trash bin, as it wasn’t clearly marked, but I didn’t do it.  I figured it out.  

Then he took me to Dillard’s department store to get my skin care.  They were running a Mother’s Day special and so I got travel stuff which I will need next month for when I spend the weekend with my boyfriend.  He will be in town on business and I am so excited to spend some time with him.  I know we have known each other since we were 15 years old, but it’s different now.  It’s exciting and new, too.  

We got home and I got ready for work.  Yes, I worked on Mother’s Day.  I am so grateful for my job, so I was fine with working.  Work went well and I enjoyed my coworkers.  Then I walked to Target and my son met me there.  We needed to get a red bell pepper for my daughter who was home preparing a late dinner for me.  I will post a pic of that, too.  I visited a bit with the cashier named, Reid.  Nice kid.  Then we headed home.

I walked in the front door and smelled the most wonderful aroma.  Got to the kitchen and saw the Mediterranean food she was preparing for me.  All the colors and chopping and mixing and stirring.  I watched my beautiful daughter in awe at what an amazing young woman she has grown into.  So strong and confident.  Her own photography business, amazing cook and one of the strongest women I have ever known.  She was very busy but still found time to take a pic of me in my new shirt she gave me.  It was so wonderful to come home to a hot meal prepared just for me.  

My son in law came to me and said that Game of Thrones would be on at 10:30pm.  Like I said, late dinner.  So I curled up on the couch in their living room (my son and his fiance have a living room, too).  Ate my wonderful food with a glass of wine and watched Game of Thrones.  That is mine and my son laws show.  We watch it together each week.  I love that time with him.  I wanted a second glass of wine and before I could get up he took my glass and got one for me.  That meant more than he will ever know.  They were all taking care of me and I truly appreciated it.  They didn’t notice but my eyes teared up a lot that day.  Proud tears, tears of joy, tears of love.  A love only tears can express as there are no words.

I ended the day with a thought provoking conversation with my boyfriend that left my head reeling (in a very good way) with all the hopes, dreams and possibilities for our future together.  I was unable to sleep.  After a day like that, I was just too happy to sleep.  So I went to the kitchen to get some water and my son in law was up.  He has trouble sleeping.  He asked if I had ever seen Fight Club and I said no.  He asked if I would like to.  I said yes and laid on the couch.  I watched an hour or so when my eyelids finally got heavy.  We can finish it another time.  It was just nice to be in a place where I feel so at home and so loved.  My perfect Mother’s Day.

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful week!  X







Explosions in the Sky

Posted: March 29, 2014 in adventure, lightening, weather

This week has been a slow one and that is okay.  I need more hours at work to pay the bills, so I am crossing my fingers for the chance to take on a second part time position at work.  I would be able to add stocker on my resume.  The money would be so very welcomed.

The book is coming along quite slowly at the moment.  I have the scenes playing out in my head but it is taking all I have just to write this blog post.  Battling a sinus infection makes it hard to see straight and the headache…ooooof.  But it will pass, it always does.  Seems I do this every time we go from Winter to Spring and from Summer to Fall.  Seasonal allergies is what I hear them called.  So a few more days and I’ll be good to go.

The big excitement this week was our lightening storm.  No rain and no thunder.  Just wind and lightening.  I took pics that I will share.  I have already posted these on my Facebook @

So that is about it for this week.  Love my family, love my job and love my friends.

Thank you for reading and have a great week.  X