Meant To Be Broken – The Vital Stats

It’s me…it’s been a long time, I know. I’ve moved my primary blog over to my website, and I’d love for you to come and follow me there. As the date of the book reveal nears, I’m ramping up on the blog activities and have some cool things planned. I hope you’ll join me there!

I’m going to post all the vital stats for the book and my contact points below. One part I love about this whole process (in addition to having my book actually become a THING) is that I get to share a part of myself with you through my words and by telling you more about the process and the other things going on in my life.

I hope you’ll join me at the new site! It’s super easy to remember AND there’s a convenient subscribe button so you can always stay abreast of the newest posts and news.

New blog: http://www.brandywsnow.com/blog (while you’re there, subscribe and also follow me on all my social media links provided!)

Now…my book baby…

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MEANT TO BE BROKEN (a Carolina Clay novel) will be released on July 2, 2018.

Please follow me on Goodreads and shelve the book as “to-read” here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39700322-meant-to-be-broken

Pre-Order links are available on some formats here:

Amazon Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CVGPXBT/ref=rdr_ext_sb_ti_hist_2

Softcover: https://www.fillesvertespublishing.com/product/meant-to-be-broken/

Also, Brando Jones Films is shooting an incredible cinematic trailer that will debut on May 25, 2018.

There’s so much coming in just a few short weeks, y’all! I’m so happy to be able to share at least a part of this with you!

Meet me over on the website (www.brandywsnow.com/blog) and we’ll continue all our discussions (plus maybe a few vlogs – heaven help us!) over there!

Bye y’all!

Brandy

 

 

Who Wants to Know the Big News?

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged—going on 7 months now—but I’ve been busily working behind the scenes toward my ultimate career goal: to become a published author.

When I first started this blog in September 2015, I confided in you about the journey on which I was about to embark. I look back now and realize how little I knew then— about everything. There is nothing easy about the road to publication, from the brainstorming to the writing to the endless editing to the querying trenches. But there is something very rewarding in the process. Many things actually, and I’ll be sharing those with you in the posts to come.

But one of the most rewarding feelings of all? The joy in announcing to y’all that I have officially signed with a publisher, and my debut YA Contemporary Romance novel MEANT TO BE BROKEN will be published in 2018.

Thanks to all of you who have supported me and prayed me through this journey. I can’t wait to tell you more about the process I’ve been through, the people I’ve met, and the details of the book release.

Please stay tuned for the ride! Also, please check out my website: http://www.brandywsnow.com (It’s under construction, so keep checking back for new things!) and please like my Facebook Author page at http://www.facebook.com/BWSnowWrites/ . If you’re on Twitter, follow me there at: @brandy_snow.

An Open Letter to a Farmer in Elko, SC

So, it’s been a long while since I’ve posted, but I’ve been a very busy girl. I’ll post more on all that later, but now I’d like to share this “open letter” with you. Our family had an interesting “hiccup” on the way to our vacation this year that turned out to be something rather extraordinary on a deeply personal level. I recently sat down and drafted this letter to insert in a card I was sending when I realized that all of you might also be moved and inspired by the actions of a farmer off the back roads of South Carolina. What seemed so simple to him, was truly a blessing to us. I hope everyday to follow his example and never forget that a little kindness can go many, many miles.

I sincerely hope each and every one of you had a wonderful Christmas and holiday season!

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Dear {Farmer in Elko, SC Who Shall Remain Nameless in This Post for His Privacy}

I don’t know if you remember me or not, but I remember you! We met on July 30 of this year on the side of the road just a hop, skip and jump from your place. We were in an F-250, brimming with bikes and luggage and our three kids, stranded on the side of the road when you stopped by.

We generally drive the highways—385 to 26 to 95—but this summer, we decided to do it different. We told the kids we were going to see the backroads, the small towns, the real people of South Carolina on our way to vacation and not just pass it all by in a cold, mangled mess of traffic on the interstate. Slow things down for a change, appreciate the true face of our state, all the things “off the beaten path.”

When our tire blew on a two-lane road in Elko, I thought for the briefest moment that we’d made a mistake. I mean, who in the world’s even heard of Elko, right? And my worst fear seemed to be coming true when we called for help and the first response from EVERYONE we talked to was “which side of the caution light are you on?” Surely, if we’d been on the interstate, at least the SHEP truck could come or someone could tow us away faster. I thought that. But only for a moment because that’s when you found us.

I’ve been purposefully waiting to send you this note since that hot July day. It’s been five months now, and there’s still not a single day that goes by that I don’t think about what you did for us—something that might’ve seemed so simple to you that really meant so much to us. Don’t ever think that what you did was “nothing,” because it was extraordinary.

I’d been going through a few emotional things in my life at the time—losing faith in people, even doubting my faith in God’s timing. Just that morning when we set out on our trip, I told my husband, “I’m tired of waiting on God’s timing. I know what I want and need right now, and I just don’t understand why He isn’t getting that. I just think His timing is way off sometimes. I’m ready for things to happen NOW.” Pretty selfish, cocky even, as I’m looking back. Little did I know, God was cooking up a plan at that very moment to teach me a lesson I’ll never forget.

We were cruising along, making plans to eat some Edisto shrimp and take a quick island tour on the bikes when this whop-whop-whop noise started. My husband pulled off on the shoulder of a side road, we got out and walked around. The back tire was completely flat and of course, we didn’t have a spare. That’s when the phone calls started to every local tire company and mechanic we could find. Many were closed on a Saturday afternoon, and if they weren’t, the best case scenario was a 2-3 hour wait before they could get to us, which was extra terrible considering it was pushing the 100 degree, 100% humidity we all enjoyed this past summer.

You pulling up behind us was a miracle in itself. You didn’t have to stop. You and your wife were just finishing up a nice overnight away, and it would’ve been much easier to pass us by and continue on with your plans. But you did stop, asked us what was wrong, then told us you’d come back. And boy did you ever.

You showed up with your work truck, put enough air in our tire to get to your workshop which was less than a quarter mile up the road. There, you jacked up the truck, took off the tire, fixed the busted valve, put everything back together and back on the truck. You’d even called a friend who had a few extra tires that might fit our truck in case one was needed. Then you gave us your number and told us to call if we had any more problems while in the area.

That might all sound like just an ordinary good deed to you or to anyone else who hears this story, but that’s why it is such a miracle. It was way more than a good deed.

We drove a long way on those backroads that day.  We could have broken down anywhere along the route, but we broke down less than a quarter mile from your shop, on the very road you turned on, at the very time you passed. Not everyone would have the capabilities to help us the way you did. What we thought might take up the first day of our vacation and perhaps cost several hundred dollars only ended up taking maybe 30 minutes and you wouldn’t accept a dime. If you weren’t a prayer answered, I don’t know what was!

I don’t mean to go on and on, but I do want you to know that we truly appreciate what you did and the person that you are. You fixed more than a tire that day. You helped our family have a good vacation and you taught us (especially cynical old me) some invaluable life lessons:

  1. There are good people out there who really do care
  2. God’s timing is always perfect, even when we think we know best
  3. God can be using you, and you may not even know it
  4. If we ever have the chance between the fast and impersonal route and the slow and scenic, the backroads are always the best bet
  5. Always be kind. A good deed to you, may mean the world to someone else.

So I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for what you did. Thank you for setting an example to my kids. Thank you for restoring some hope to my heart. And please, if you are ever in the Upstate and find yourself in some kind of need, please don’t hesitate to call on us.

I hope your family has a happy and blessed 2017.

Sincerely,

The Snow Family

The Sound of Silence and the Lonely Pines

Last night my husband and I were sitting out on our deck — not talking, not looking at our phones, not doing much of anything. Just sitting and thinking. There’s a line of pine trees at the back edge of our property, and I couldn’t help but notice how tall they were against the darkening sky. Eyeing them from the ground up, it seemed they could stretch up into the sky forever. Then my eyes reached the uppermost of the needle-y arms and the lush green gave way to the indigo shadows of the night sky. The trees that once seemed to stretch on forever did, in fact, end. Suddenly. Abruptly. Totally. There was something sad about it, though I can’t quite put it into words. The sky looked so much lonelier without all the craziness of the prickly needles dotting the landscape. Across the yard, I heard my three kids playing on their swing set and clubhouse. Their laughter cut through the quiet, and I realized what it was I couldn’t put into words.

It won’t be like this for long. The days of having littles who relish long nights playing in the yard won’t last forever. The days we think will never end will most certainly come to a close, and the laughter will die away, the craziness will fade, the pine tree tops will give way to that big ol’ sky.

My oldest is getting ready for middle school. How many more years can I reasonably expect he’ll be happy to be out here on a long Spring evening playing with his brother and sister? How long does that last until he’s more interested in skulking away in his room, thinking about girls, or *gasp* driving? Not many. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

I will never forget the sage words of a dear friend from my old corporate days. I was unhappy leaving my two year old in someone else’s care while I eeked by, day by day, in the dreadful rat race. My heart hurt, and I died a little each time I had to leave him behind for a blue-padded cubicle that felt more like a prison than adult freedom. I spent my breaks and lunch hours crunching numbers, furiously calculating mortgage amounts in amortization calculators and deciphering the necessities from the luxuries. It was on a Tuesday as I sat in my cubicle, tears in my eyes, that my friend told me a very important truth. “If this is how you feel in your heart, don’t put it off. I always said next year — next year I’d be in a better position to stay at home with my kids. But one year turned to five turned to ten, and now mine are all grown up and I missed it. I missed it. Don’t you miss it, too.” A couple months later I left the corporate world and traded it all in for life as a freelancer and stay-at-home Mama. Was it hard to let go of the “prestige” of having an important corporate position? Yes. Was it difficult to take a deep pay cut to our family budget? Yep. Was it the best decision of my life? Absolutely.

Now nine years later and the Mama of three, I’d like to say that I have been perfectly present — 100% in the moment — for every bit of it since that time, but I haven’t.  I’m sure most of y’all reading this can relate. There are those days that we feel under the weather or maybe just a little lazy; There are those days when we’re working and just can’t be interrupted because the project is just too big or too important; There’s the “in a minute” or “maybe later” we toss out to put off their current pleas. I guess the word rambling around in my mind right now is “Why?” Why is all that more important, more deserving of our attention?

It’s not. One night, sooner than I’d like, it will be too quiet out there on my deck. I’ll miss the little voices screaming on the swings. Heck, I’ll even miss their fighting. And I know, in those quiet moments, I won’t look around and be glad they’re gone — I’ll be sad. And I’ll wish for every single one of those missed opportunities back. But time is funny like that — once it’s gone, there’s no going back. So one day, no matter how many wishes I make or how many prayers I send up, there will be no way to reclaim these days. I’ll only have the memories to replay when the quiet slips in.

In the growing moonlight, I reached over and grabbed my husband’s hand. He looked over at me, and seeing the tears streaking my face, asked me what’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong, honey. It’s just life. Quick. Fleeting. Ever-changing. I smiled through the tears and said, “We just don’t have too many more nights like this. I want to remember it forever. I’m so afraid I’m going to forget it all when the silence comes, and I don’t ever want to forget.” I finally found the words that previously escaped me, and they came pouring out like a flood. He nodded in agreement and squeezed my hand tighter. God-willing, he’ll be there when the laughter fades, when the last playground day has expired, and together we’ll leave this perfectly imperfect, sweetly crazy chapter of life and enter the next. I just hope there are still plenty of pages left to write in this one.

The Winter Wears Heavy — An Original Short Story

Hello Everyone! It’s been two long months, and I thank everyone who emailed and asked me when I was going to post again. It makes my day y’all want to read my posts. I’ve been plugging away on the book front, making some sweeping edits and getting ready to begin the query process so thoughts and good wishes in that are most welcome. My writing is specifically focused on the romance genre, so today I want to share with you a dark romantic short story I wrote this winter. Please read and let me know what you think!

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The Winter Wears Heavy

By: Brandy Woods Snow

He rushed into my life like the lioness winds of March, breathing new life into my haggard schedule that was beginning to feel more like a muddy rut, miring me down and sucking me into the depths. Seeing him made me feel as if I could breathe again, as I’d scarcely taken a deep inhalation since the last fall leaves had disappeared from the tree branches two months earlier. The blazing fury of autumn’s last stand had a way of nurturing that hearth-and-home warmth in me, but now only the lonely, barren limbs remained, and it just felt sad. Lonely. Depressing. Continue reading “The Winter Wears Heavy — An Original Short Story”

New Short Story Series Coming Soon!

First of all — thank you all so much for the feedback regarding one or two new series of short writings I wanted to explore here on the blog. Y’all will never know how much it means to me that you take a moment out of your busy days to visit me here and read my words. That’s BIG TIME awesome to me so please know I appreciate y’all!

I’m going to begin writing my first story this week and I have a few other “normal” blog posts for along the way but I did want to unveil (oooh, so dramatic) the masthead I created for my new series.

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The premise of the stories will explore the “true” stories of vacations at the beach — as witnessed by the beach house.

I love Greenville with all my heart but the coast is my “home-away-from-home” and I’m excited to create some great fiction in this backdrop.

Stay tuned!

I Need Your Opinion!

On this snowy (okay, icy) day in Upstate South Carolina, I’m contemplating a few new directions to explore for this blog, and I’d love to have your input! I’ll still be doing my current style of posts, but I’ve been itching to mix it up a little. Here’s what I’m thinking:

  1. A short story series — I recently entered a short short story contest (short stories under 1,500 words) and I loved writing in that style. Since my books are fiction, it only makes sense that this would be an excellent way to flex those muscles and maybe (hopefully) entertain my readers.
  2. A series of spotlight features on Everyday Heroes. As my kids have gotten older, I’ve seen the sway media has on their opinions: who’s cool; who’s not; what’s hot; what’s not. Frankly, I’m sick of what I keep hearing. When I see a video of a woman dancing with vulgarity on a TV show being described as “courageous,” it turns my stomach. When I see someone being held up as a hero because of their wealth, I cringe. When I see people nearly naked on social media being described as “self-confident” and “brave,” I’m troubled. We all need someone in our life as a mentor. These are not the examples I want in the life of my children. I want them to understand that we don’t often hear about the true heroes in our world. Why? Because these people are too busy out there fighting the good fight. These are the people who may not have the glitz and glam and travel in the “right” social circle, where paparazzi and cameras are waiting to give us a glimpse. More often than not, these “everyday heroes” are low-key, generous souls who have simply refused to give up in the face of the trials life has put at their doorstep. They are the people who have earned the badges of courage and strength and beauty.

This is where YOU come in. I appreciate my readers so very much and want to offer content that appeals to you. Please consider giving me your feedback, either on the comments section below or through private message if that is more comfortable for you. Here’s what I want to know:

  • What kinds of subjects do you enjoy in fiction? Realistic or fantasy? Humorous or dark? Southern or exotic? Or do you prefer to mix it up?
  • Is there an “Everyday Hero” in your life? Do you know someone whose story would be a positive influence on the younger generations? I’d love to talk with them! I will use as much discretion as they’d prefer, even telling their story without revealing their name if that is required. The goal of this is not to boast or brag but to give our children (and society) a realistic view of true courage and heroism in action.

I appreciate your input as I look to further diversify this blog! Your support means so much, and I’m looking forward to your input. Don’t be shy — I NEED you!

 

Portrait of a Writer as a Wife and Mother of Three

I feel like a meme would best explain this blog title.

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Yes, more often than not I look like that last image. Just ask my husband and my poor kids who have to deal with me on a daily basis. Sometimes I wonder if there really are some writers out there that have it all together — tidy credenzas where they sit to peck away at the keyboard; cork boards with pinned notes for detailed plot twists; expertly sorted stacks of research ready for action. Let me be perfectly blunt — that ain’t me!

That’s probably why I adore creative fiction. I love how I can begin with a simple idea and some thematic guidelines and suddenly feel the story take on its own life. Fiction can bend and shape itself to various persuasions, and I earnestly love that it doesn’t always have to be black or white. It can be bold and colorful; it can be quirky; it can be deep and emotional; it can be anything and everything. For me, fiction eliminates all those confining boundaries, allowing me to write my own rules. In the end, as long as I’ve drawn in the reader and created an emotional response, I feel my work has succeeded in its mission.

That sounds all nice and lovely, doesn’t it? The part I didn’t tell you is the roller coaster of emotions, the highs and the lows, and the “could-a, should-a, and would-a”games can be totally exhausting for my family members. I suspect my husband probably feels his life reads more like a horror/suspense than an epic romance at times though he’d NEVER admit to it. He and the kids are supportive — well, at least until I’ve forgotten to cook supper, clean house, do that big project….

You get the picture I’m sure. So here’s a fun look at what my family has to deal with on an average day when I’m totally immersed in a writing project. I’m laughing as I write this — them not so much.

Inspiration Doesn’t Keep Set Hours

I will admit to waking from a dead sleep at 3 A.M. with dialogue running through my mind. That may have happened twice last week. I really believe the power of our subconscious whittles away at the issues we’ve pondered during our waking hours, and when a resolution is attained — Bam! I’m awake with the “he saids, she saids” dancing in my brain. Do you ignore that? Absolutely not! You get up and write it down ASAP before that flash of genius suddenly deletes itself from your brain.

Mama’s Talking to Herself…Again

People have probably thought me delusional on more than one occasion. I do a lot of writing in the school pick-up line because that is the one time of day I can have total peace and quiet without the allure of electronics to distract me. I can’t write dialogue without first rehearsing it out loud, and therein lies the problem. Imagine looking over at the next car and seeing a woman sitting in the driver’s seat just jabbering away to…no one? Yes, I’m that crazy woman. Yes, I’ve received strange looks. Yes, I’ve tried to pawn it off on a fictitious cell phone call.  You do what you have to do, right?

My Wife is Having an Emotional Affair with her Characters

What can I say? I get emotionally involved with my characters. I laugh when they laugh; I cry when they cry; I think about them in the far recesses of the night when my mind just won’t cut off. I discuss them as if at any moment, they may walk in the front door. When the story is finished, I feel like they’ve suddenly moved away without warning, and I’ll reread a few lines just to relish the “good times.” To all the characters I’ve loved before, I have to say “thanks for the memories.”

Bipolar Much?

The way I feel about the current piece I’m writing is volatile and can change dramatically, often without warning. One minute I’m a total genius, celebrating the most awesome example of prose to see the light of day, and the next I swear it is the most horrendous piece of trash to ever meet the computer screen. It’s always a work in progress but when self-doubt and perfectionism collide, there’s sure to be fireworks that will generally culminate in my ripping pages of text into a zillion pieces and then collapsing in tears of defeat.

I’m {NOT} Listening

I know it’s selfish, but if you attempt to have a conversation with me while I’m writing, I’m most likely ignoring you. There’s nothing I hate more than losing my train of thought so if the words are flowing, my ears are turned to the off switch. Please don’t take it personally — it’s not you; it’s me.

What do you think about…?

I need opinions — lots of them — and I’m not afraid to ask. And I’ll ask. And ask. And ask some more. I know it’s a pain, but you should really take it as a compliment. It means I value your opinion and want your feedback. Be honored — I don’t extend such opportunities to just anyone.

There’s Method to This Madness

Post-its, notebooks, and internet tabs — oh my! I’m not ashamed to say there are probably 20 tabs open across the top of my Google Chrome browser. I’m not embarrassed that I have approximately 20 half-used notebooks littered in every room of my home. (Inspiration can strike anywhere, am I right?) I’m okay with the millions of colored post-its stuck in obscure places around my home and car with crudely scribbled reminder notes. To you it looks like a disorganized mess; to me it looks like sweet progress.

Preoccupation, Thy Name is Brandy

Even if I’m not writing, I’m thinking about it. There’s been many a time my husband and I will be driving down the road 0r exercising 0r watching TV, etc. and out of nowhere I’ll bring up my current project. Those outbursts are generally met by confused, squinted eyes that slowly give way to the realization that I’m talking about my book…again. I know it’s annoying, but I just can’t help it. It’s always there, lurking on the rim of consciousness so I automatically assume you’re thinking about it to0. You are, aren’t you?

Don’t Be Dissing My Baby

I understand you must have a thick skin in this industry, and I’m getting there. I’m completely open to suggestions because constructive criticism is extremely valuable to perfecting the craft, and I always want my baby to be the best she can be. But, if at any point you insinuate my work is futile, stupid or some sort of “pipe dream,” it is not going to go well for you.

You Mean You Wanted to Eat Tonight?

Full disclosure here: If inspiration has been kicking it today, the hubs might be coming home to no supper and a less-than-spotless house. I swear when the rhythm hits, it’s almost as if a time warp sets in and suddenly my day has been sucked somewhere into the abyss. I’m trying to do better — cell phone alarms are really helpful in breaking into my creative fog and telling me when it’s time to put down the laptop and come back to the land of the living.

Don’t you wish you lived here now? Anyone?

*crickets chirp quietly in the background*

All kidding aside, it means a lot to me that my family supports this dream of mine and truly believes this is THE route God has planned for my life. It may not always be pretty and sometimes I’m not on the ball when it comes to housework and daily chores,  but they all support me despite those imperfections. I couldn’t do it without them.

 

Hopes and Resolutions

A hot cup of southern pecan coffee, collards and black-eyed peas cooking in the kitchen, my Clemson Tigers going to the National Championship, the Christmas trees (I have four) finally down and the house reorganized, the kids happily playing together in their rooms, my husband and dog curled up beside me on the couch, and the laptop on my lap – so far so good in 2016! If every day could be like this, I’d have no complaints. But life isn’t always this easy, is it? There are valleys and mountaintops and everywhere in between, and the truth is, we can make all of our plans, but life will often take us places we never imagined or even thought possible. So, as I sit here and watch the cursor blink on my screen, I think how much weight that little blinking bar holds – it is waiting on me to do the “New Year thing” and declare my goals to accomplish in the next 365 days. To be honest, before this past year I never took the ritualistic making-of-the-resolutions seriously – I mean, resolutions are made to be broken right? Perhaps the problem wasn’t with my resolutions but with my attitude.

Things changed for me in 2015 because I made a few specific resolutions and I actually got behind them. I decided enough was enough, I wasn’t getting any younger and I was tired of waiting for the life I always wanted to finally begin. For years I talked about the “one days” and the “dreams” and the “sometime in the futures” but I never really did anything to take those from thoughts to realities. Not until last year. I think making very specific goals that put me in the driver’s seat of my own life was key: I vowed to learn to say “no” even when I felt pressured to bend to other people’s wants despite my own limitations; I promised I would lose weight and get healthy and set an example to my own kids; I swore to finally write the book I’ve always said I would write. Guess what? I accomplished all three of those goals, and I thank God for giving me the faith, the tenacity, and the ability to do it.

But 2015 has come to a close, and now it’s time to look forward to the year ahead and the newest goals I hope to accomplish, God-willing and the creek don’t rise. Of course I want to expand on the accomplishments of 2015, but I want to take them a step further and declare my newest goals publicly, openly and honestly. Y’all can hold me to this, right?

Resolution #1: Less electronics, more life

This one is a biggie. It’s a problem that’s been sneaking up on me, and I suspect most of the nation. How many of us go out to dinner but instead of talking to our family, peruse Facebook or answer emails? How many of us sat around during the latest holidays and texted or posted selfies instead of getting actual face time with our loved ones? I’m not calling y’all guilty (even though some of you probably are) but I’m pointing that finger at myself. Technology is an awesome thing, but it comes at a cost when we neglect our families and friends for the need to be in constant contact with our online following. We have friends and followers galore in the virtual reality, but who’s really there in actuality?

I just had a hard reality check the other day courtesy of my eight-year-old daughter. It was a beautiful day and she’d been outside playing when she suddenly burst through the back door.

“Mama, can you come play with me? It’s so pretty outside!” Her little face was lit up with the biggest smile.

“Maybe in a little bit,” I said nonchalantly, now ashamedly admitting I never intended to do it. I was busy watching Dr. Phil and folding laundry while intermittently answering those little cell phone dings indicating new emails arriving to my inbox. Upon my reply, she quietly closed the door, walked out to her swing set and sat down alone. I glanced out the window and saw her sitting on the swing – she wasn’t smiling anymore, and I felt like a heel. Was laundry, e-mails and whatever nutcase was on Dr. Phil worth that? No. Right then and there I decided I was wrong, so I put down the unfolded towels, slipped on my shoes and walked out back.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I decided to come out here and swing with you,” I told her. “I bet I can swing higher!”

For the next while we stayed out there swinging and laughing and playing without concern for all the grown up stuff and electronic hassles awaiting me inside. I had fun, and I was pretty sure she did too. The next morning, bright and early, she came and jumped up beside me in the bed after her Daddy went to work.

“Mama,” she started. “Yesterday was the best day of my life. I had so much fun playing with you.”

Had I really been missing out on that for having my nose stuck in electronics more often than not? Had I been denying her the opportunity to simply play with her Mama and be a kid? Nope, no more.

So today I declare my family is more important than anything electronic. Today is only here in the present and once the moment is passed, it’s gone forever. Tomorrow is never promised. I’m going to quit wasting today and make every moment count.

Resolution #2: Continue to expand the healthy lifestyle

My weight has always been an issue for me. If you’ve been a devoted reader of my blog, you know how I was often bullied for it during my younger years. Before last year’s resolution, I’d often been on a diet rollercoaster – lose weight, gain it back plus some, lose a little, gain a lot. You know how that goes. I tried everything – “magic pills”, starvation-esque diets, fads and it was all a wash. The difference came last year when I quit looking at “losing weight” and concentrated more on “getting healthy.” At first glance, those two things may look identical but they can be very, very different. What I’ve now learned is that if you are eating and behaving in healthy ways, your weight will follow suit.

In the past year, I’ve lost 40 lbs and gone from a size 16 to a size 8, and I did it all by changing the way I ate and enhancing my understanding of foods and how they work to benefit your body when eaten in correct proportions. There’s a whole lot more to it as well, including natural supplements, homeopathic solutions, alternative therapies and a commitment to exercise. I’m going to do a few blog series in the future about some of the changes I’ve made but mostly in a nutshell, I quit processed, unnatural and chemical and sugar-laden foods in favor of whole, organic Paleo fare. The new lifestyle has brought about physical, mental and even spiritual clarity. If you’re interested in learning more about that, stay tuned!!

In 2016, I vow to keep up with the new lifestyle while also learning more about natural supplements and essential oils in an effort to make my body more alkaline, strong and resistant to disease. God says our bodies are His temple, and I’m going to make sure I’m keeping His temple clean and well-nourished.

Resolution #3: Continue to improve my marriage in every way

Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to marriage I think I’m a pretty blessed girl. My husband and I have been through our share of trials over the years, from his never-ending work commitments to family issues. However, anything devised to tear us apart has only brought us closer together in the long run, and I am super thankful for that. But there’s always room for improvement, am I right? Spouses aren’t something you can take for granted. Our lives are always changing and therefore the dynamics of our relationship is always changing as well. Believe me, my husband and I don’t get nearly the quantity of time together we used to have before three kids came in the picture so we have to strive to make the quality of our time optimum. We love our date nights, though they are few and far between. I hope to have more of those in the new year! One thing we started doing this past year was so simple yet so effective. Every night, no matter the work load still pending or the kind of day we’ve had, we get into bed, turn on one mindless TV show, put our essential oil diffuser on, snuggle and just hang out. Sometimes in our busy lives, it’s easy to forget how important it is just to spend time with those we love. I read once that if the family is a tree, then the marriage is the roots on the tree. If the roots are healthy, the fruits (kids) will be likewise. But if the roots aren’t cared for, the fruit will wither and spoil. It’s important to protect our marriages, y’all. Our kids are counting on us.

In the coming year, I promise to my husband that he will be my partner in every avenue of life no matter the circumstances. We will continue to find opportunities to spend more time together in our couple’s Bible study, on date nights and when we’re simply hanging out. Anything we face, we’ll do it together.

Resolution #4: Learn that I am a priority, and it’s okay to be one

This one is hard for me. I started this in 2015 with the “learn to say no” resolution, and I’m taking it a step further this year. I’m a people-pleaser, and I’ve always put my own needs on a shelf in order to live up to everyone else’s expectations. You do it thinking you’re being selfless but in actuality you’re really just creating some deep-seated resentment. It’s too easy for your supposed selfless gestures to turn into a self-destructive behavior pattern. You’ve always heard that you can’t love someone unless you love yourself first, and the same goes for this. You can’t truly meet someone else’s needs unless you’ve first fulfilled your own, and if you try, you’ll find your heart just isn’t in it. I’ve learned it isn’t being selfish, it’s being a complete person who can then fully put their heart and soul into a project.

In 2016, I’m going to say “no” to the demands and requests that negatively affect my family. I can’t be everything to everyone and that’s okay. I’m not going to try to get people to like me because I do something for them – I’m going to earn their respect by being able to offer them the very best that I am. I realize that some people won’t take kindly to this but I now know that if they feel this way, then they are free to go because they never had my best interests at heart anyways. My formula for new year success: Happy mama, happy wife, happy friend = happy life.

Resolution #5: Be like Jesus

I used to think this would be a direct contradiction with the aforementioned resolution, but now I realize they are very similar. If I’m happy, content and confident in myself then I can direct more energy and resources outward. I find myself getting caught up in “first world problems” so often: I wanted a Starbucks but the drive through window was down. Wah.; My internet signal is crummy and my Netflix movie won’t download! Wah.; I’m almost out of data on my cell phone. Wah. Meanwhile, there are people in this world being tortured and killed for their beliefs, children starving, war veterans living on the streets and so much more. It must be nice to have my problems! If we could all be like Jesus, my how this world could change. What could I accomplish if I approached every situation with a spirit of love? What change could I affect in the world if my attitude was one of giving instead of taking?

This year, I will be the change I want to see in the world. I will strive to live a life of which Jesus would approve while working hard to cultivate the fruits of the spirit in myself. I’m not going to look for fulfillment in the approval of humans but in the success of following Him, knowing that even if my best efforts are met with hardened hearts and bad attitudes, I will continue the good fight despite any obstacles thrown in my way.

Resolution #6: Publish my first book (aka my “fourth child”) and finish the second one

Career goals – this would be the ultimate professional coup for me. 2015 saw the completion of my first book manuscript and I wish/hope/fervently pray that 2016 will see its publication. I’m not kidding when I call the book my “fourth child” for I have truly given birth again. When I started this blog a few months ago, I shared with you the decision I made to embark on this life-long dream and what that meant to me. I have poured my heart and soul into this project and countless hours of writing, reading and editing. I just finished writing my query letter and now the time has come to send my baby out into the world. I’m filled with both trepidation and pride to see her go, and I hope someone out there will love her as much as I do.

I pray 2016 will see me become a published fiction author. I also plan to finish writing my next book, the second installment in the series. And for good measure [insert shameless plea here] – should anyone know someone who knows someone who knows someone who is a literary agent, I’d love to meet them!

There they are, my friends:  Six little declared goals that could impact my future. I don’t know what tomorrow brings – only God knows that – but I do have hope, and that is everything.

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12

Let Me Call You Brother…

First off, please forgive my two month absence. I’ve missed my blog while away and am thrilled to be back. Hope y’all are happy to have me back!

At least while I wasn’t writing the blog, I was thinking of it often. My mission in this was not only to strengthen my writing as a whole but to discuss meaningful things, whether those be happy, sad or somewhere in between. I often feel God lays the topic at my feet. I’m a big believer in signs so when something is constantly on my mind and then God sends me a little message that backs it up, I’m sold. Initially, I was kind of hoping God didn’t want me to write about my chosen topic tonight because, you see, it’s extremely personal. It’s hard to step out of that comfort zone, to throw down the mask and let the world see the real you. It’s easier to keep that part tucked away because of the fear of judgment. I changed my mind after hearing a sermon today that discussed the importance of Jesus being fully God and fully man simultaneously. Being fully man, Jesus was able to be the perfect substitute for us – the only One to nail our transgressions to the cross. Also as God-in-flesh, He fully experienced the very things with which each of us struggle in life. The preacher likened it to when two people who have experienced similar circumstances (ie…death of a child, job loss, major surgery, for instance) and can relate to each other in more intimate ways than those who have never experienced the same situation. Jesus as man felt every one of the fleshly troubles and temptations as we.

Here’s a little scriptural reference:

“Now since the children have flesh and blood in common, Jesus also shared in these, so that through His death He might destroy the one holding the power of death – that is, the Devil – and free those who were held in slavery all their lives by the fear of death. For it is clear that He does not reach out to help angels, but to help Abraham’s offspring. Therefore, He had to be like His brothers in every way, so that He could become a merciful and faithful high priest in service to God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people. For since He Himself was tested and has suffered, He is able to help those who are tested.” (Hebrews 2:14-18 HCSB)

Read that last line again. Whatever you are going through in this very moment, you can lay it at the feet of Jesus because He’s been there. No matter what it is – the good, the bad, the ugly – He says to bring it to Him without shame. In verse 11 of the same chapter it says, “For the One who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one Father. That is why Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers.”

Wow. How often are we afraid to call someone “brother” because comforting them in their hard times might mean we have to confess to our own secret ailments and transgressions? Have you ever thought, “I really could help that person but if I do then everyone will know I deal with that same thing, too.” It’s selfish; it’s judgmental; it’s human. Jesus understands our trepidation and our hesitancy but He never chose to live life in the shadows. In fact, as fully God and fully man, Jesus put Himself out there – WAY out there, and I really believe He wants us to do the same. So in this post, I lay my troubles, my shame and my fear of judgment at the feet of Jesus, knowing wholeheartedly that He wants me to quit living life in the shadows. He wants me to be honest and bold and unafraid in my testimony. There is a huge risk to such things when you live in a small, southern town where people enjoy a good bit of juicy gossip, but it’s worth that gamble if my openness can touch even one person reading this and let them know I am putting out my hand, saying “Hey brother. I know. I’ve been there. I understand, and we got this.”

So here goes.

It’s been three years since I went through one of the most trying times of my life. My husband was in the middle of being gone for a year because of work, I had three small children with three different hectic schedules, I had a few friends with some serious “life issues” that often vented to me, and I got pneumonia. It all built steadily over time, weighing on me emotionally and physically until one day – KABOOM! The foundation cracked and the whole thing came falling down. I cried lots, and often for no reason. I cried in the morning, in the afternoon and at 5 o’clock PM every day with such precision you could have set your watch by it. My anxiety skyrocketed to insane levels, and I began to fear that “something was wrong with me” and I was dying. If I read about someone with a dread disease – I had it. And then I’d Google it and inadvertently find out I had LOTS of health issues I didn’t realize. (To this day, I still avoid those online symptom checkers. All roads lead to cancer on those things.) I’d get so upset, I couldn’t eat without feeling sick to my stomach so I quit eating all together. It was about that time, I quit sleeping, too. I’d drift off finally about midnight to awake in a full on panic about 2 AM. I calmed myself by watching infomercials on television until 5 AM just to finally drift off for a couple hours before the alarm would ring. One sleepless night following a day of senseless crying and inability to eat turned into two, then three, then twenty, then before I knew it, I was three months in. By that time, I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. No one quite knew what to say to me. They were sympathetic, sure, but they weren’t empathetic. They couldn’t be because they’d never been in my shoes. “You’ll be okay – just rest” and “Try not to cry so much” and “Just pull yourself out of it” were all good ideas per se – they were just IMPOSSIBLE. If I had known then how to “just get over it,” I would have. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get it together. Happiness was elusive, and then the guilt set in. I felt guilty because I was sitting on my couch crying about nothing while other people were dealing with horrible circumstances. What gave me the right to be sad when I was obviously extremely blessed? I began to think I’d never be happy again, even when everything around me said I SHOULD be happy. I had three awesome kids, a wonderful husband, a warm home and so much more. But I was sad – a deep sadness that physically created an ache in my bones. I had to be dying, I thought. Surely this is what dying felt like? These are the days I’ve affectionately dubbed my “down the rabbit hole” days. Maybe I call it this because I honestly began to feel crazy. Maybe it’s because most of the time I felt as if I were trapped in a deep well and could only see the light of life in a far distance above me. Either way, I finally decided I needed to get over myself and escape the rabbit hole. I went to see my doctor, and it was the best decision I could have ever made.

I was terrified to go in that room and sit on that table. I even fibbed when I made the appointment and said I had some pain in my shoulder (which in my defense, I did have a muscle strain) but I was terrified of telling the women at the front desk exactly what my symptoms were. I made my husband take off work and go to the appointment with me because I was afraid I’d chicken out and not tell my doctor the whole truth. I knew I needed him to keep me honest. I totally blindsided the doctor. He walked in with a “So you have some pain in your shoulder, huh?” and when I burst into tears and literally sobbed for a couple minutes before I could muster up any words, he patiently waited for me to finish. I still remember my exact words because they were some of the hardest I’ve ever let pass my lips, “Doctor, there’s something wrong with me. I’m a mess. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m dying, and I just cry all the time. Please help me.” I was mortified, terrified and completely humbled by my admission. Miss do-it-myself just couldn’t do it herself anymore. After wiping away all the mascara streaks down my face, I fully expected him to say “I have people who are legitimately ill that I need to deal with and you’re wasting my time. Just get over it.” But he didn’t. He said, “You’re depressed and your anxiety is through the roof. You haven’t done anything wrong, and you can’t help this. It happens to people of all ages, races, genders, etc. Plenty of people have beaten this and you will too.” It was the first glimmer of hope I’d felt in months and I was grateful. I won’t bore you with my treatment other than to say I only had to take pharmaceutical aids for one year before weaning off completely and controlling my stress more effectively now with prayer and a host of natural supplements and devices, such as essential oils, passionflower supplements, yoga, chiropractic care and acupuncture.

Now, with three years in the rearview, I don’t look back with animosity or sadness on those days. Oddly, I’m actually kind of grateful for that experience because it taught me the true value in life. I learned that life is worth living and worth living fully. I learned that when we are at the bottom of the barrel, we have the opportunity to discover our true strength of character. Depression changed my life, but while the valley was low and dark the subsequent climb back up has been sweeter and more satisfying than ever before. I wear a bangle bracelet with a charm that reminds me every day of the “rabbit hole” struggle I’ve overcome and a simple mantra to live by: “Breathe in, Breathe out, Repeat.”

I thank each of you for reading this with an open mind. If someone you know is going through this, please don’t dismiss it. They are struggling. If you are going through it now, please know you aren’t alone, and there is help. Don’t be afraid to ask. It will be worth it.

Jesus wants us to live life fully, with love and joy for ourselves and others. If we all made a New Year’s resolution to call one another “brother,” can you imagine how this world would change?