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GO ON, GIRL!

GO ON, GIRL!

Hi Everyone! It’s me. The Lucy! Remember me? Yeah, that is what I was afraid of. My mom has been so busy writing her new book she’s been neglecting me and my blogging. But I can’t complain too much. I read an advance copy of Go On, Girl and it was so funny I couldn’t stop laughing… see! Go On, Girl officially publishes tomorrow (9/10/18) to honor the 30th anniversary of my grandpa, Sidney’s, passing.  But you can pre-order your…

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So Many Giveaways

So Many Giveaways

Howdy! I meant to post sooner, but I updated plugins and killed the blog.  After begging and pleading with an IT colleague I’m back in business. Head over to my Facebook page HERE 1st I’m giving away and advanced autographed copy of Go On, Girl (contest ends Tuesday AM at 6 eastern) – enter HERE Then I’m also giving away a $75 value mom’s back-to-school survival gift box (with fun items for any lady regardless if you have kids or…

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Flipping the script

Flipping the script

For those of you who have followed my blog you know my dad passed away when I was young. I was fourteen years old when he died. I was alone with him when he had his stroke. I called my mom. I called 911. But even though he got help quickly, the ambulance was at our house within minutes, he didn’t make it. While I knew I did everything I could for him, I still lived with guilt. Some was…

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Forever.. and always

Forever.. and always

Pain…. Is hard. Is there a measure? Is there a magic feeling? How do you handle it? Do you choose to embrace it or chose to forget? I’ve gone both ways. And I can’t figure out what gives me peace and what gives me pain. The hard days, the days that gut you to your core are always a part of your heart, your soul, and your essence. Usually I remember the painful days. I tend develop anxiety leading up…

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Happy 5th Gotcha Day Dear Lucy

Happy 5th Gotcha Day Dear Lucy

“Who wants to party with me?” Asks the Lucy as she stares intently at my laptop. “It’s my 5th gotcha day, mommy, time to celebrate and party,” She nudges closer to me on the couch. She places a paw on my lap, and I know I’m in for it. But is there a party?  Does anyone even know?  Come on, cut the crap!” She smacks me with her paw. “All I hear are crickets.  I’ve sat ideally by as found…

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