My Girl Tour and Giveaway #newrelease #romance @JacqBiggar

Check out Jacquie Biggar’s new release From the Pen of Mae Clair

From the Pen of Mae Clair

Happy Monday, everyone! I’m kicking off the week by participating in a book tour for Jacquie Biggar’s newest release, My Girl, which sounds positively delightful! I’ve read quite a few of Jacquie’s books, and she always delivers an exceptional heartwarming tale. I’ve already got my copy of My Girl and look forward to getting lost within the pages.

Check it out, and don’t forget the awesome giveaway at the bottom!

My Girl
Gambling Hearts Book 3
by Jacquie Biggar
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Sometimes, the right decision isn’t the easiest one to make
Trish Sylvester knows her family and when they accept a week long stay at a rustic dude ranch, she is concerned- especially since it’s at her ex’s home.
Aaron is overjoyed at the opening of his family’s guest ranch, until he learns their first guest is his ex-girlfriend, her parents–and a fiancé.
And that isn’t the only surprise.

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Poetry: Quicksand or Time

kneel into

self

as thick as

quicksand

or time

as short as

life

this mind: fritz!

still soft

words

then,

dreams of me

on the young

streets

at dusk,

reaching

for night.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2014-2019

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At the Mirror Blog Share: re-generation

I love the way writers on WordPress support each other. This is a brilliant share from Myths of the Mirror.

Myths of the Mirror

It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a blog post “At the Mirror,” featuring a writer or poet that turns my bones to water with the power and beauty of their words. As life regains a semblance of normalcy (and I prepare for NaNoWriMo), I’m delighted to share this powerful poem from Lindi at Fresh Poetry:

Re-generation

by lindi-ann hewitt-coleman

‘we are the daughters
of the witches
you did not burn’

the sons of slaves stolen
and traded like cattle
on cotton ships across the atlantic

we are the illegitimate children
of colonial bastards and the women
who were stolen from their homes and lived

we are the grandchildren
of the potato farmers
who did not starve.
we are descendants of the jews
that were not killed

we are the children…

(continue reading: re-generation)

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