My Father on Veteran's Day

    

My father was a man of few words.  As a young child, he was like a stranger to me; a man who got up at six in the morning, ate a dry doughnut, drank two or three cups of coffee, then went to work.

           Since I was the fifth child in the family, he spent very little time with me,
 but there are a few rare moments I remember.

When Jimmy Carter was running for president, he made me stay up late on night and watch him on TV.  When Richard Nixon was impeached, he made me watch the news and when the movie, The Bridge over the River Kwai, was on television, he had me watch it with him.  He felt all these things were important and I was glad to share them with him. I’ve never really been sure why he did any of these,
 but they are moments I remember.

When I was sixteen, I had begun to aspire to being a writer.  I wrote poetry and signed them with the name Freebird.  I never realized until years later, how he honored this, by giving me a gold pen for Christmas that year with the name Freebird inscribed on it.  He actually called me Freebird for many years.

            The most significant memory I have of my father though are the special words he would say when I would bring him a glass of Pepsi every night.  He would tell me, “You are better than an airy angel.”

 As a young girl, I did not understand what he was saying, I thought he was saying, “You are better than a veterinarian angel.”  In my childish mind, I believed he was comparing me to a nurse in World War II.

           As an adult, he and I grew closer.  We had many deep conversations and I came to understand him on a different level that as a child I never could.  

I miss this man, who was born on November 11.  So each year, on Veteran’s Day, It’s not only the strangers who have gone to war to protect the United States, I honor, but the memory of my father as well.

Happy Veteran’s Day.  Happy Birthday Dad.

LOVE FOUND AT HARBOR INN MAINE ( A CHRISTMAS ROMANCE)

Christmas in Harbor Inn Maine

When Penny Trent, Owner of Cake Time in Harbor Inn Maine, meets Kyle London, a famous writer who has come to to close down his Grandmother’s coffee shop Just a Cup, 

there is an immediate attraction between them.

Penny, busy cooking for the Mayor’s Christmas party, the town’s annual Bake Off and trying to persuade Kyle to keep Just a Cup open, doesn’t have time for holiday traditions or to 

embark on a new relationship, even if it is with the man of her dreams.

Will Kyle be able to convince Penny to enjoy the holidays and believe in his desire to get to know her better? Will Kyle and Penny be able to save the coffee shop by  combining forces and  find a lasting relationship by Christmas?  

FIND AT AMAZON