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Happy birthday!

10 Sep

Raise your hand if you ever had to share your birthday with one of your sibling that’s NOT your twin. Hello???? Anyone there (I hear crickets)?

Well, I’m one of those few people. And if that wasn’t … weird enough, not only did I have to share my birthday with Lumi, my older sister but we were too poor to have two cakes. So, Mom –ever the practical in the family–made a cake for both of us. First Lumi blew out the candles. Then, Mom would remove a candle from the cake, lit them again and there it was; my turn to blow out the candles.

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You could probably imagine that I didn’t enjoy very much sharing my birthday. I mean, for crying out loud: why couldn’t for once, just once be all about me? Eventually Lumi married and moved to another country and I finally was able to have my own party, my own friends celebrating me and my own cake. But something wasn’t right. Truth be told, I missed sharing my cake with Lumi. I missed her.

Fast forward to 2005. Lumi and I both live in the States, only miles away from one another. We share all holidays, raise our children together and celebrate birthdays together. And if this isn’t enough . . . we do share the same in-laws. But that’s another story for another time. 🙂

So, here and now I wish Lumi and everyone else born on September 10th all the best, loads of cake and fun. Happy birthday!

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!

Many go out for wool and come home shorn

1 Apr

I woke up this morning with a clear plan, pinning all items on my to-do-list: between loads of laundry, cooking and groceries shopping I’d answer e-mails, compose new posts for the blog and continue on the short story I have an upcoming deadline for. I had the energy of a locomotive freshly loaded with coals and nothing could stop me.

Back home in Romania we have a saying, which translated into English might not sound as interesting as in my native tongue, but I found something similar: Many go out for wool and come home shorn. The first change to the plan came in the morning when Patrick asked me if I want to go to B&N and hang out. Are you kidding me? No emails or mountains of laundry could stop me from doing  just that. So off we went. Shortly my niece joined us. I couldn’t been happier. By the time 2pm rolled in and Patrick needed to be at work I didn’t even look over my emails–everything could wait, my spending time with my son and niece no way!

While cooking dinner, my sister called and asked if I’m in the mood to go for a walk, maybe have a cup of tea together. Sure, I said. Emails, posts, chapters–oh, well. All can wait–my spending time with my sister doesn’t. I still have two loads of laundry, and now finally sit at the computer.

In looking back I could’ve not ask for a better day. And how was yours?