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Wetsuit and Other Essays: The Launch!

And now…for the cover:

I can not thank Pamela Sinclair of ItGirlDesigns enough for her amazing ability to take a few sentences and turn them into a work of art. She was so wonderful to work with that I have started to believe it was simply destiny stepping in to help me find her. I went through a tremendous amount of RFPs and on the very last day, when I had decided that there would be no book because I couldn’t find an artist who could understood what I was trying to accomplish, along came Pamela. Destiny. Whatever the reason, I love this woman’s work so please, go check her out!

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Streaking Through New York

No, this is not a post about me running, naked, through the streets of my city. Trust me. No one wants to see that. Honestly.

This IS a post about a real streak happening all over the country, hell, as far as I know, it’s happening all over the world.

#RWRunStreak

Keep that hashtag in mind because you may be seeing it a lot if Runner’s World has its way.

From the Runner’s World Website (which I read daily, don’t judge):

With summer right around the corner, it’s time for the #RWRunStreak hash to start flying around as runners take on the 2013 Summer Challenge of running (at least) 1 mile a day from Memorial Day to Independence Day. That’s 39 consecutive days of running.

Here are the RWRunStreak Details:

Run (at least) 1 mile per day from May 27 – July 4

That’s it. Yep, just run 1 mile a day for the next 39 days and you are in. Here are some FAQ if you have any concerns about whether “streaking” is right for you.

It’s open to everyone, including current streakers, past streakers and never-before streakers.

Spread the word! #RWRunStreak

I hope as many of you as possible will consider joining me, either in person, or virtually. In fact, I’m saying, we should do this together. Can’t run? Walk. Just get outside and move. That’s one of the biggest things we forget as adults…just move.

See you all outside. Oh, and keep your clothes on. Runner’s World isn’t trying to get us arrested.

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Donna Fasano Blog Hop (with prizes!)

It’s Donna Fasano day here at Bubbles. Deux.

If you haven’t heard of Ms. Fasano, you will after today! Take a look at her new work, Reclaim My Heart, enter at the end of this post for a chance at winning, winning, winning and visit the rest of the blog hop tour to meet everyone and show Donna some support!

Title:  Reclaim My Heart

Author:  Donna Fasano

Format:  Paperback and eBook

Publisher:  Hard Knocks Books

ISBN:   978-1939000200

Genre:  Contemporary Romance
Purchase Now:  Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Apple /  Kobo

About the Book:
Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law and she is desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.

Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both—if the truth doesn’t rip them apart.
About the Author:
Donna Fasano is a three time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and a Golden Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17.

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Held Me Close While Our Old Song Played…

It’s been a while since I posted love. Not posted about love or on love or even like love.  Just posted love.

Maybe it just feels like a while, but really isn’t. I think I got it all out this past February. Everything I’d been holding in or trying to say was in print. And that made it all feel like it was time to pack up that story and write about other things.

In any case, it’s raining, I’m cleaning up my lists of things to do and have just counted over 1,200 downloads of “Wetsuit” so now I’m reflective. Well, not so much reflective as I am reading an article from last week’s New York Times about two bands, Lady Antebellum and Pistol Annies, and their musical chair lineup, while reading through this week’s tarot newsletter from Biddy Tarot. It says we’ve got the lover’s reversed and that communication between loved ones will be hard this week.

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Love is a Springtime Plant…Gustave Flaubert on Love

“Love is a Springtime plant that perfumes everything with hope, even the ruins to which it clings.”

     Gustave Flaubert, 1821 – 1880

I usually skip the Mother’s Day posts because I never feel as though I can do them justice the way other writers can.

Me? I write about love, in all of its forms. Even with that understanding of what I try to write well, I never seem to get the mothering posts right, or at least not right in the way I want them to be when they are finished.

A and my best friend took me out to lunch today. There are very few people that I love the way I love them. I’ve loved them for two decades now and no two people have ever understood me the way they do. They asked the tough questions today. You know, the ones about my love life. And they made me laugh. And I told them they sucked, even though they really don’t. And we planned a vacation for them. And we talked about A’s earlier years and the things she knew that I never realized until today. My daughter is a woman. She’s a lovely, smart, funny, thoughtful and caring woman. She wants to change the world. What I love the most about her is that she believes it’s possible.

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Writing for Others…

On March 9, 2012 I bought a book. It wasn’t just any book. It was a book that made me think it was possible to write an honest account of being in love, out of love, looking for love, hiding from love, basically…what it means to me when I say ‘I have loved.’

That book was “Five Men Who Broke My Heart” by Susan Shapiro. I’ll admit that the title is what drew me in, but the stories kept me hooked. From the first page to the last kind of hooked. That’s not hyperbole.

As I read along with Ms. Shapiro’s stories, I thought about the men I have loved over the years. No two men were alike, unless you count the fact that they were men. And alive. Oh, and that they breathed air. No, they were all different. Often, I have wondered if that meant I was different at various times or if I was the same. I’m sure if you ask them they would all use similar adjectives to describe me. Maybe one or two would find new and creative ways of saying something, but, for the most part, the words would be very familiar.

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The Banning of Books. World Book Night 2013

When I was a little girl, my mom would bring me into her bed and let me help her do crossword puzzles. For some reason, doing crosswords calmed my mom because each word, fitting in a specific way, following rules, gave her unstructured life structure. I can remember being about four years old the first time she handed me a word jumble and let me draw lines around random letters. And, I remember it was just a year later when I got my own crossword puzzle book and a small dictionary and we’d sit, in her bed, for hours every weekend working on finding new ways to say the same things.

I started reading at a very early age and, in a lot of ways, I wouldn’t be here today without books. When my mom was suffering through her depression, I read. When she beat me, I ran to my room and read. When once, she accused me of being a ghost from her past, I ran under my bed and pulled books out of the secret spaces I’d made inside of my box spring foundation. And I read.

I was 10 when I first saw the episode of the Twilight Zone with Burgess Meredith and his books. I cried when his glasses broke because I never wanted to imagine a world where I couldn’t read. I was 12 when I read Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 and, once again, I was moved to tears over the thought that a society might want to ban the one thing that kept me going when everything around me turned to chaos.

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And Then There’s The One About a Blog…

With a garden. In need of a lawn gnome.

This is my sixth year blogging. In real time, that’s just a blip on the blogging radar. I know plenty of people who have blogged many more years than I have. In some cases they’ve had the same blog for years and years and in others, they’ve changed blog homes until they found just the right space.

Me? I’ve been the same blogger for years. I talk about a lot of the same things, I share the same joys and sorrows with everyone and I consider so many of my readers to be more like my family. They text me after posts or they talk about things over lunch or, sometimes, we travel together and reminisce over long ago stories, which is what happened this weekend.

There’s so much about a blog that people don’t realize. I know who comes here and when, or at least I know where they live within a certain area. I’ve never written that here.  I assumed people know that the analytics on a website are pretty detailed. I can tell that France loves me and, it makes sense, I love France. I also know that New York gets a kick out of what I write. That’s kinda cool. It’s nice to see my adopted home show up so often, or at least parts of it.

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All Work and No Play…

One year ago this week I was working for a large non-profit and planning our annual gala. I was fielding phone calls in the middle of the night, sometimes as late as midnight, from our honorees. I was managing two staff members who would have preferred to work anywhere but where they were and I was in a never-ending dialogue with my CFO about a promotion I felt was long overdue.

Leaning in? I was leaning in, to the side and sometimes standing so upright it hurt. Yet I couldn’t find any type of balance. Like all good relationships that are in a death spiral, I had stayed too long, listened a little too closely and allowed too much to be left unsaid.

A year later and I am in the middle of one of the biggest launches of my career. A few months into my job and I am still in awe at where I work and with the constant brilliance I get to witness each day.

Tomorrow night I will be at a five star restaurant with a group of well-known philanthropists. This is a dinner I asked to organize because I felt that it was important to start looking at our public events in new ways. I am nervous, just like I am before every event I have ever run over the past twenty years.

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Dee Dee Mozeleski Hearts Alice Hoffman

Putting a Little Birthday Magic into Your Life…Alice Hoffman

First, a big happy birthday to Alice Hoffman. Ms. Hoffman doesn’t know this (yet), but she helped me through two very difficult times, both having to do with divorce and starting over. I am forever grateful to have found her books right when I needed them. I wonder if that’s the sign of a great author: Giving you what you need through words, all without truly realizing the impact they might have on so many.

For those of you who read my blogs over the years, you may remember my “Practical Magic” series on our old site. I loved writing that and always wanted to find a way to repurpose the posts to have them be timely. For new readers, the short story is that I was in the middle of the longest breakup, ever, and one night, like magic, I found Practical Magic on TV and remembered that the thing that I’m always trying to explain is that far too often, we build a perfect person in order to never find them.

Isn’t that the worst part of love? Not wanting to get hurt again, or not believing you deserve more than you’ve gotten and letting doubt become the reason you can’t fall again.

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How a Hysterectomy and Broken Heart Saved Me…

From myself.

Sometimes, when I think about a title for a post, I try to find a song title or a quote that fits the tone of what I’m writing. Then there are times when I go with whatever pops into my head. In the case of today’s post, nothing popped into my head. Nothing at all.

In fact, since I release Wetsuit I haven’t really felt like writing here, and instead I’ve focused on reading and working on Doliski, which seems to be the hardest thing I’ve had to write, or at least one of the hardest things.

I found the process of writing and editing Wetsuits so emotionally draining. I had no idea that I would feel so much during the days leading up to, and the two weeks after, the launch. I felt lighter.

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