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New beginning–same emotions

22 Aug

I remember. I remember my son’s first day of school, back home in Romania. On a sunny September morning I took his hand in mine and walked into the school’s yard. Walked among hundred of other students and their parents, all excited for the new beginning.

I remember his palm fitting in mine, holding tight and not ready to let go. I felt his nervousness and all I wanted was to hug him and take it some how from him and replace it with calm and love and reassurance that everything will be okay.

Today, twelve years later I am blessed to see him go off to college, his once again first day of school. A different kind of school—for bigger people—but the emotions pooling in my heart still the same as back then.

Before his first class this morning I met him for an ice tea at the bookstore on campus. Instead of holding hands we hugged (he gives the best hugs ever). Placing his chin atop my head he wrapped his long arms around me and squeezed.

“Hi, Mom,” he said with a smile.

“Hi, kiddo,” I replied. “Ready for your big day?”

“Ready and excited.”

We waited in line at Starbucks and made small talk. A cup of ice tea, and a hug later I saw him walk away from me, my heart so full of love and pride I’m surprised it didn’t explode.  

I said a silent prayer and sent him to conquer the world.

Go get them, Tiger!

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Pat’s Run

4 Apr

For the last day of the Charity Around The World Giveaway Hop I gathered a few photos of past Pat’s Runs I’ve done:

I remember the first year I ran I saw a bunch of soldiers running together, wearing matching t-shirts In Memoriam of…, singing their lungs out and pushing to the finish line. I’ll never forget seeing a former soldier, whose legs have been amputated and ran on spring-type prosthesis. Another one was in a wheelchair…

I felt shameful for all the times I complained about a migraine, or a sore throat or being sick… no pain I’ve gone through could’ve remotely been as bad as those suffered by those men. Since then I take and see pain with different eyes…

Last year my sister traveled from Germany with her husband and they both joined me. We had a blast!

This year Pat’s Run is scheduled for April 21st and as I mentioned in a previous post, my son Patrick will be my running buddy. I’m so exciting about this event, not only because my son wanted to share it with me, but because we give back to the community of great veterans and their families, showing our support and appreciation.

Don’t forget to enter the form below for a chance to win an e-copy of my latest release A World Apart or a hard copy of Boots On The Ground By Dusk, a tribute to Pat Tillman, written by his incredible mother, Mary Tillman.

Good luck!

Who’s Your BFF?

9 Mar

I’m today guest blogging @ House Millar, the website of talented paranormal author Aine P. Massie, about friends and what they mean to us.

Back home in Romania we have different words describing the level of friendship with someone. If I want to refer to a person as my best friend, then I say prieten. If it’s an acquaintance then I refer to him/her as an amic/a.

When I moved to the U.S. over eight years ago, I knew no one, except my husband. I was a stay-at-home mom for the first six months and spent a lot of time bored out of my mind, cleaning every day as if a herd of bulls ran down my house on a regular basis. I met a few neighbors, a few of my husband’s co-workers, my husband’s family… but a real friend, a person I could just sit down and chat with, I had no one. For a while my husband’s ex-wife (yeah, you read it correctly, his ex-wife) helped me get around, taking me to a hairdresser, shopping or we would just hang out by the pool. read more