Friends Helping Friends

Hi, Friends,

A while back, I had the pleasure of interviewing Devon Trevarrow Flaherty when she had just finished her novel, “Benevolent.”  She’s now currently working to publish her next three novels and needs our help.

Please read about her goal below and contact her if you have any questions.  And please feel free to share this post with others so we can help Devon reach her goal.


KICKSTARTER CAMPAIGN: Owl and Zebra Press: Three Novels, Six Months, goes live today with a financial goal of $17,579.00 by November 5, 2014, at 11:00 p.m. The virtual crowd funding campaign can be found online at

CAMPAIGN SYNOPSIS: Owl and Zebra Press has 3 Flaherty novels either complete or nearing completion, and the company is seeking funding to purchase copyrights, ISBNs, publishing software, and other nitty gritties. The 3 novels, by Devon Trevarrow Flaherty, range from literary to fantasy. They are: The Night of One Hundred Thieves, The Journey of Clement Fancywater, and The Family Elephant’s Jewels. 

The Night of One Hundred Thieves is completely ready to print. This slim novel is based on the Northwyth legends found in Benevolent. It’s ambitious, at only 150 pages and more than 40 characters, but we think you’ll find, along with our beta readers, that the characters are compelling and memorable, just as much as you want to know how 35 thieves can all steal the same ring. Who will be the last thief standing?

The Journey of Clement Fancywater is a fantasy novel that began as an experiment in the ancient and constant, and ended up a unique story about a very modern man. The book will be finished in November, during NaNoWriMo, and is a down-the-hole magical journey full of strange creatures, stranger plants, and Subterreans that will haunt your dreams. Sometimes fantasies are for real.

And last but not least, our most literary novel of the three—a book that has been written over the past several years—is The Family Elephant’s Jewels. Gemma, mother of seven, dies unexpectedly. Her kids are on their varied ways home when they each discover a different secret about her expansive life. How could they not have known? Who was this woman and how will they honor her? Whose secrets could undo you?

THE OWL AND ZEBRA STORY: Owl and Zebra Press is an indie press which self-publishes Devon’s work, with plans to expand to other authors in the future. In 2012, Devon had a finished novel on her hands and was looking down the barrel of traditional publishing submissions, but knew that the publishing field was in a bit of disarray. Her editor aunt–the owl–talked Devon–the zebra–into considering self-publishing, and a new company was born. Benevolent was published is 2013, and received good reviews, a few awards, and varied recognition. Devon now blogs online as the Starving Artist, all about books, the writing life, and self-publishing.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Devon is an award-winning novelist from Durham, North Carolina. She grew up in metro-Detroit in an enormous extended family and was an artist as soon as she could hold a crayon. She put together her first book–with packing tape, cardboard and wrapping paper–in her aunt’s magical bedroom full of bookshelves and a roll-top desk. She was an assistant editor for The Gale Group before she relocated to Durham and became a mom and a freelance editor/writer/researcher.

Devon loves writing and hopes to keep bringing you novels, blogs, poems, short stories, and essays until well after she should have retired as anything else. She spends her time now between mothering, wife-ing, reading, painting, yoga, hiking, crafting, cooking and enjoying food, homemaking, traveling, and humanitarian and religious work. Except during the work day, when she is a full-time writer and indie publisher with Owl and Zebra Press.



Thank you, Devon, for keeping us updated with your work!  I wish you the best of luck in meeting your goal and your writing success!


Author Interview – Reigh Simuzoshya

Recently, I posted a Call to Writers, asking my fellow author bloggers to allow me to interview them for guest-spots on my blog.  (If you are interested in participating, please contact me.)  I asked everyone thirty-five questions, some were basic, and others were multi-part inquiries, and I asked them to answer only what they wanted to or what was applicable. My friend, Reigh Simuzoshya, PhD, had some very thought-provoking responses which I’m sure will interest you, as well.   After you read her interview, please be sure to hop on over to her Facebook page and Twitter account and follow her for a regular dose of her insight.  And now, I turn the microphone over to Reigh…



1. Please tell us your name (or pen name) and a little bit about yourself:

My name is Reigh Simuzoshya. I have a Ph.D. in Public Health with a concentration in Epidemiology. I like researching the efficacy of biblical principles to life in general.

2. Please provide the link to your blog (and website, Facebook fan page, Twitter, etc.):

3. How many books have you written?

I have written two books so far.

4. Has any of your work been published yet?  If so, please share the link(s) to purchase it:

The first one: The Perfect Prescription: Godly Wisdom on Public Health was published in 2013. The second one, Biblical Principles in Modern Legislation was out this month, August 2014. The first one can be purchased from and Barnes and Noble. Both of them can be purchased from Tate Publishing Enterprises although the second book has just been released. It might not appear on the website as yet.

5. If you have been published, did you self-publish or use traditional publishing?  Why?  If you have not been published yet, what are your plans for the future?

I have used traditional publishing methods because oftentimes traditional publishers offer quality control at every phase of the publishing process. They do high quality cover design, proof reading, marketing and promotion of the book themselves…etc.

6. How old were you when you started writing?  When did you know you wanted to be an author?

I enjoyed writing compositions and essays in high school, but that waned somewhat when I went to higher education. It was not until I was in my mid-fifties that the urge to write came back. I resisted it vehemently but I finally ended up succumbing to it. I was inspired to write again. I fought the urge to write about God and the Bible because I thought that in an increasingly secularized global community no one would be interested to read books about God! But when I started writing I could not stop!

7. What would you say motivates you to keep writing?

My transience, the realization that I am a pilgrim on this earth gives me the impetus to write down what I now know for both contemporary and future generations. It is a desire to leave a legacy behind after my earthly sojourn.

8. Who are some of your favorite authors?  What are you currently reading (or what is the last book you read)?

Philip Yancey, Ravi Zacharias, William Lane Craig, John Lennox, Simone Weil, Norm Geisler… Currently I am reading “Reasonable Faith by William Lane Craig and Why Jesus by Ravi Zacharias.

9. What is your preferred reading method?  (i.e., Kindle, Nook, paperback, hardback, etc.)  Why?

I prefer hardcopy books to electronic books. Hardcopies allow me to make notes while writing. They also allow me to hold the book, tangibly, in my hands…a sense of ownership, I guess. Maybe I am just old fashioned.

10. Do you write in first or third person, past or present tense, and why?

I write about ideas and concepts. This means writing mostly in the third person; both present and past tense. Some of my topics are historical while others are on-going. Hence, the application of both past and present tense.

11. Do you “always read” or do you take breaks between reading books? 

I have got to. I am a voracious reader. Reading is a vital component of the learning continuum, for me.

12. How many books would you say you read in a year?  How many at any one time?

I read a minimum of fourteen books a year. I usually read two books at a time.



13. What is the title of your current work in progress of the most recent manuscript you’ve completed?

The Perfect Prescription: Godly Wisdom on Public Health was published in 2013. The second one, Biblical Principles in Modern Legislation published in 2014.

14. What is your novel’s genre?  Would you say there is a sub-genre?  What makes yours different than other books in the same genre?

I think that primarily the genre of both my books is the Christian believer who desires to know more about God’s involvement in His creation; particularly His guidelines for our holistic well-being.

15. What inspired the current or most recent story you’ve completed?

My need to know about how God feels about me; whether I really mattered to Him.

16. What is your target audience’s age, gender, etc.?

I would place the age of my target audience at 18 and above.

17. Do you want to tell us a little bit about your story?

The first book, The Perfect Prescription, refutes the supposition that the Bible is an obsolete and archaic book saturated with myths and superstition, and insists that if studied carefully with an open mind, the Bible is a rich repository of time-tested counsel for all facets of life including health and longevity.

The second book, Biblical Principles and Modern Legislation, highlights biblical principles as the foundational pillars of justice and fairness in modern polities.



18. How often do you write?

I write almost every day. It is a full time calling. I would not want to call it a job because I have had very little monetary returns from it so far, but I am glad that I can share what has been revealed to me in Scripture with others.

19. Approximately how many words do you write at each sitting?

A minimum of 1,000 words

20. Do you do your own editing or send it to someone else?

My publishers do the primary editing.

21. What is your method of writing?  (i.e., Do you write the entire manuscript, then go back and make changes?  Do you plan chapters as you go along or write the story then go back and add chapters?  Do you re-read as you go along or after you are done with the first draft?)

I usually have a draft of a table of contents serving as a guideline for my chapters, subject to modification, of course. Then I write the entire manuscript. Finally, I go back and edit it and make changes before submitting it to the publishers who do their own editing, which I must approve.

22. Do you have a muse?  If so, please elaborate. If not, what inspires you?

My inspiration comes from studying the Bible and reading the work from Christian authors.

23. How long does it take you to write a full manuscript?

It takes me a minimum of two and a half years to draft a manuscript.

24. Do you give yourself a word limit for each day or a time limit to finish your novel?  If so, please elaborate.

No, I do not give myself a word limit. Sometimes I write extensively, other times I do not write much.

25. How do you come up with your character names and geographic location / business names?

My work does not require creating characters. Rather, I write about concepts.

26. How long (or how detailed) are the notes you take before you start writing?

My notes are not usually detailed since they serve as prompter. That is, they are reminders of the main idea.

27. Do you have any “must haves” to help you write?  (i.e., a full cup of coffee, a view of the ocean, etc.)

No. I do not have any “must haves.” At least, not yet.

28. Do you only write during a certain time of day or in a certain location?  If so, do you make yourself stop after a certain time?

Mostly, I write in the mornings when my mind is fresh after a night’s rest.

29. Does your real life ever neglected because of your writing?  If so, how do you feel about that?

My writing has really become my real life. My family has graciously surrendered me to it.



30. If you have written more than one novel, which is your favorite and why?

I have written two books. I am not sure I have a favorite since they both tackle different but critical issues.

31. What is the oddest thing you have ever researched for one of your books?

Global waste management strategies.

32. What is the most difficult thing you have ever researched for one your books and why?

Methods used to execute capital punishment. It is about killing human beings, a disconcerting subject even when there might be legitimate reasons for doing so.


 Thank you, Reigh, for allowing me to interview you.  I hope everyone else has enjoyed learning about you and your work as much as I have.


The Cabin in the Woods

A few years ago, one of my good friends Ann* told me that her mother, Pam*, was moving in with her because the mom’s boyfriend died a few months previously and she was very depressed.  Pam moved from her home in Tennessee that she shared with her boyfriend, Chris*.  I met Pam a couple of times and while she was very nice, she was rather quiet and reserved and I really didn’t know anything about her.

One night after not seeing Ann or Pam for a while, I had a dream.  In the dream, a short man named Mark* with dark hair and blue eyes, was sitting in a dentist’s chair in the middle of a rural cabin.  The cabin was large with an open floor plan.  There was a split-level area of the cabin with an open loft with an ornate rail around it and a big bed with a brass headboard in the middle.  And there were brightly colored flowers everywhere.

In the dream, Mark was talking to me, even though I was not in the dream.  He wasn’t talking to a “dream me” but rather the real me.  He repeatedly told me to tell Pam that he was fine, that he was in a good place, and that he would always love her but she needed to move on.  He kept repeating it as if he wanted to make sure I didn’t forget a single detail.

The next morning, I woke up with an eerie feeling and I called Ann and told her about my dream.  Instead of commenting, though, she said, “I’ll call you right back,” and hung up before I could say anything more.  A few minutes later, she called back and said Pam was on the other phone and asked me to repeat my dream.

As I retold the story, Pam started crying and asked if I could draw the cabin I saw in my dream.  We hung up and I drew a basic sketch of the cabin and scanned and emailed it to Ann.

That afternoon, Ann called and asked me to go to her house.  I went there and Pam was weeping.  She had a photo album on her lap and she handed me a photo of a man.  I looked at the photo and gasped.  It was Mark!  Next, she handed me a photo of a cabin.  It was the cabin from my dreams only without all the flowers and no dentist’s chair!

And then she told me, her boyfriend, Chris, was actually named Mark Christopher.  He died as a result of a tooth infection (hence the dentist’s chair).  She used to be a florist when she lived in Tennessee (which explained all the flowers).  And the day before was Chris’ birthday and she was particularly depressed without him.  She said my dream message made her feel better than she had since she lost him.

(*Not their actual names)

Let’s talk:  If someone who was practically a stranger had a dream about a lost loved one of yours and passed a message on to you, how would you feel about it?  Would you be creeped out or feel peaceful about it?  Do you ever dreams about strangers and later see them somewhere when you’re awake?

Third Time’s a Charm

When I was a young teenager, there was this boy I loved named Leland.  Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of him except for a few mug shots I found on my local sheriff’s page.  (Sadly, too many former loves of mine have ended up there.  Apparently, after leaving me, his life went to crap and he turned to meth.)  But anyway, he looked a lot like a younger version of Rob Halford of Judas Priest and he was actually the sweetest gut I ever dated.

Anyway, Leland and I never “officially” broke up.  (So, I guess technically, we’re still dating.  I hope his wife doesn’t mind.  LOL!)  But as we went our separate ways, I always held a special place in my heart for him.  When I heard he was into drugs, I knew it was good thing we didn’t end up together, but I still had a soft spot for him and who he used to be.

Over the years, I didn’t particularly go out of my way to think about Leland, but I did notice something:  When I dreamed about him one night, I always dreamed about him the following night.  And when I dreamed about him two nights in a row, I always randomly ran into him sometime during the third day.  And the odd thing was I never ran into him any other time.

This had gone on for a number of years, and I was glad because I always knew on day three that I wanted my hair and makeup to look extra good because I just knew that would be the day.  (You know how it is when you run into an ex…  You always want to make them regret not choosing you for their one and only.)

Anyway, one day when my son was small, I had the dream both nights, so I knew on day three I’d see Leland.  I had to take my grandma on several errands that day and I had already told her we’d run into him later.  She had seen my dreams in action enough to know it would really be so, so she was looking forward to seeing him as well.  We drove all over town doing this and that all day and part of the evening, but we never saw him.

By the time I got home and made dinner for my kids, I felt disappointed.  I wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed because I didn’t see Leland that day or because it was the first time my “dream coincidence” failed me.  (And by the way, I don’t believe in coincidences.)

So late that night, my son, Jeremy, had a bad asthma attack.  I got him out of bed and rushed him to the emergency room.  His doctor came and gave him a breathing treatment and some steroids and after a couple of hours, sent us back home.  But as we were leaving, guess who was just arriving in the E.R.?  Yes, you guessed it…  It was Leland!  He had a cut on his forehead and needed stitches.  Technically, I think it was after midnight, so it might have been considered day four, but since I had never been to bed myself, it was still really only day three to me.  And after that, I went back to seeing him during the day of day three every time I had two dreams about him.

Tell me:  Do you listen to your dreams?  Do you think dreams mean anything or are they just psychological dumping grounds?  Do you dream in color?

This One’s for Stefani

It’s no secret that my favorite band of all time is Bon Jovi.  From the time they first started out of the gate in 1984, I was hooked.  A few years later, when I was a teenager, I had the awesome opportunity to meet them at a softball game they played against a local radio station.  I was asked by Alec, the bass player at the time, to go back to the hotel and party with the band.  Like an idiot, I was in love with the man that would eventually become my abusive ex-husband, and I didn’t want to risk losing him, so I didn’t go.   I still kick myself over that stupid choice to this day.

Bon Jovi’s Autographs

A couple of years after that, I was pregnant with my daughter, Stefani.  The lovely boyfriend who was her father, wanted nothing to do with me or our child from about five minutes after I told him I was pregnant.  (Let’s note here that I still went and married him a couple of years later, like a fool.  I also still kick myself over that stupid choice to this day as well.)  He left me for a fifteen-year old girl and actually got her pregnant while I was pregnant with his daughter.  (This was not the first nor the last time that he felt it his duty to procreate the earth while he was with me while I stupidly stayed faithful to him for years upon years.  But I digress.)

Anyway, three and a half weeks before my daughter Stefani was born, Bon Jovi was coming to my town.  This time, they were the headliner and their opening act was Skid Row.  I liked Skid Row, but I still LOVED Bon Jovi.  A friend worked at the venue where they were to perform and offered me tickets, but I didn’t think it would be such a good idea to go being pregnant.

Also, while I was pregnant, as I mentioned in my earlier post, because I was so sick, I had to quit working until two weeks after Stefani was born.  And because her dad left me, I had no choice but to live with my Grandma again.  But Grandma was a very proud and old-fashioned woman, not to mention controlling.  As such, I was not allowed to leave the house during the day so that neighbors wouldn’t see that I was pregnant and know that I was unmarried.  I was not allowed to wear maternity clothes for the same reason.  And she had a ready-made story made up about me being married and my husband working out of town or some other such nonsense in case anyone happened to see me and question her.  I’m sure she clearly envisioned the day someone would walk up to her and say, “So, Toby, I hear your granddaughter is a whore who gave birth to a bastard child.  What were you thinking when you raised her to be so horrible?”  (Yes, really.  That was the epitome of my childhood, hence my book What Would the Neighbors Think?)  Of course, she never did have any idea that her rigid rules are what likely caused me to “get out of hand” as well as cling to the first guy who came along and said he loved me despite how badly he treated me, as I was just looking for some freedom.  But again, I digress.

So, a few days before Bon Jovi came to town, I had a dream that I got to meet Jon Bon Jovi again and that I was in a tour bus partying with him as well as a couple of members of Def Leppard who I used to like before Bon Jovi came out, (but unlike Bon Jovi, I was long since over Def Leppard).  It was a nice dream, but I didn’t think much more about it.

The day of the concert, two of my friends called me and asked me again if I wanted to go to the concert.  Of course I wanted to, but I just didn’t think it was a good idea, so I told them no.  Then they suggested that we go and hang out behind then venue.  We could still hear the show and perhaps we could see the bands arrive and go in the back.  That sounded like a lot more fun than all the puking I’d been doing for the previous eight months, so that’s what we did.  I wore my black spandex, a black t-shirt and black boots and my hair was sufficiently big.  Because I was so sickly during my pregnancy, I was “nothing but baby,” and from the back, one couldn’t even tell I was pregnant.  I was excited!

As we hung around the backdoor, there were about fifteen other girls and a couple of guys hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the bands.  An hour or so after we got there, a limousine pulled up and actually drove through the backdoor.  As it slowly drove past us, I was closest to the door.  The window went down and Jon Bon Jovi pointed at me out the window and grinned.  (Which I’m sure was only because I was so pregnant , but I didn’t care why…  I was just thrilled!)

I was on Cloud Nine!  My head turned as I continued to watch the limo drive past.  But the next thing I knew, someone gently grabbed my baby belly and said, “Is this mine?”

I didn’t even think.  I turned and smacked the guy across the face.  Hard.  At that moment, all of the other girls there scowled at ran toward me and one of the guards had to push them back.  It was not until that moment that I realized that the person I slapped was none other than Sebastian Bach, the lead singer of Skid Row!  (Yes, really!)

Sebastian Bach

My two friends turned to me and simultaneously said, “You just slapped Sebastian Bach!”  Then one said, “He thought you were pregnant with his baby!”  (Yes, I knew he was only kidding, but it was still flattering just the same.) By then all the members of Skid Row walked past us through the backdoor, and they stared at me as they passed, I’m sure because any other girl would have welcomed the opportunity to converse with Sebastian!

I felt so stupid!  Once again, that was a kick-myself moment that I wish I could go back in time and do differently!

Def Leppard’s Rick Allen

The other girls kept glaring at me and whispering about me, which made me very uncomfortable.  So, my friends and I went to Skid Row’s bus and talked the bus driver into letting us on.  (I’m sure my being pregnant helped.)  There was a cool sticker in the front just past the driver, that said “Get Bach!” (as in Get Back!)  The driver talked with us for a couple of minutes then we had to get off the bus, but it was fun just being there.  And when we stepped off, we walked over to a different bus only to find none other than Rick Allen, the drummer for Def Leppard!  He was there just as a guest.  We got his autograph and talked to him for quite a while and he was super nice.   (And again, I think my being pregnant helped keep him talking for so long.)

So though my dream prediction was a bit skewed, it was still a fun time, sans the slapping of Mr. Bach.  It was definitely freaky that Rick Allen was there after I randomly dreamed that I’d party with Def Leppard.  And to this day, since Stefani’s father is such a piece of work, she and I always joke that Sebastian Bach is her “real” father.

Time to talk:  What’s your favorite song by either Bon Jovi, Skid Row or Def Leppard?  Would you go to a concert while pregnant?  Would you ever worry so much about what your neighbors thought that you’d make your daughter pretend she was not pregnant?

Happy Birthday, Stefani!

Today, October 21, 2014, my daughter, Stefani turns twenty-five years old. 

When I was pregnant with her, I had severe hyperemesis and I was constantly in the hospital getting IV’s for my dehydration and shots for my nausea.  Even water made me puke.  I lost close to thirty pounds during the course of my pregnancy, so I was very happy when she came out weighing a healthy seven pounds.

I had three jobs at the time, one at a fro-yo store, one at a child care center and one at Busch Gardens driving the monorail.  I eventually had to give up all three jobs because I was so sick.

I also had Braxton-Hicks contractions from nearly the time she was conceived.  Literally.  Actually, all women have them through the course of their pregnancy, but I felt them.  As such, by the time I was about eight months along, I had several occasions of going to the hospital with false labor.

I lived with my grandma and she didn’t drive.  My birth mom lived about 20 miles across town and it took about forty-five minutes to pick me up, then another forty-five to get to the hospital.  So after a few times of my going in the hospital and not having a baby, she got aggravated and stopped coming when I called.  Stefani’s dad was already involved with someone else at that point and didn’t want to be bothered with us.

So, on October 21, 1989, I woke up with the worst stomachache ever (though it didn’t yet feel like contractions).  Just the night before, I was walking in the dark and fell off a steep curb that was wet, and I was petrified that something was wrong because of that.

I managed to drive myself to Stefani’s dad’s aunt’s house and she drove me to the hospital.  The hospital we went to was so small, that Stefani was the only baby there!  In fact, the nurses took her with them into the lounge and watched the World Series with her!

I had an epidural, but it turned out that I was one of those rare cases that despite the procedure, the epidural never took.  In fact, the hospital called the guy back out (from his spot at home where he was watching the World Series) to give me another one three different times, but none of them worked.

Ideally, after an epidural, you should not be able to feel your lower extremities, walk or even move your legs, and you should only feel pressure.  That was never the case with me.  Immediately after giving birth, I stood and walked to my other bed and never once felt numb.

Not only did I feel everything, but I was apparently also a rare case who goes from being one centimeter dilated to ten centimeters dilated in less than an hour.  Some people think this must be easier because the labor is shorter, but that’s not the case with me.  Not only is it like one long contraction with no break in between, but I am also the freakishly weird woman who never wants to push.  Ever.

Many women have to be told not to push, but that was not the case with me.  You could have given me a million dollars and the last thing I would have done would have been to push that baby out.  So for having arrived at the hospital shortly after 11:00 that morning, being ready to deliver shortly after noon, my daughter was still not born until 6:35 that night because I just didn’t want to push.

Furthermore, my water never broke, so the doctor had to do it manually.  If you’ve never had this done, it is done with an instrument that looks like a yellow crochet needle with a sharp hook and it’s about seventeen feet long.  It’s actually only about twelve inches long, but when he whipped that thing out and came at me with it, it sure looked like it was seventeen feet long!  So because my water never broke naturally, I got to experience the agony of a dry birth.  Lovely.

(To the other moms out there who are reading this, you have to know I’m laughing as I write.  Yes, it truly was the worst pain I’ve ever felt, but I’d definitely do it all over again.  However, you ladies know that once we give birth, we become part of an exclusive club where it’s not only our privilege but our duty to tell everyone else just how excruciating the experience was.)

Stefani was born with long, curly hair, and in fact, she had so much hair that after the World Series was over, the nurses played “beauty salon” with her and tied a bow in it.  As a matter of fact, during the six hours that her head was crowned, the labor and delivery nurse called everyone she could find throughout the entire hospital to come see how long her hair was.  Seriously.  Of course that’s just what every teenage girl wants… to be spread eagle with a bunch of strangers passing through to look at her privates and comment about what’s sticking out!  I mean, anyone going through childbirth loses all sense of modesty by the time it’s over with, but come on!  I should have charged admission!  If nothing else, it did teach me a lesson about birth control.

I named Stefani after the song “Stephanie” by none other than The Partridge Family, though on the show, it was performed by both Bobby Sherman and David Cassidy.

So, in conclusion, today, October 21, 2014, my daughter, Stefani turns twenty-five years old.  Yes, that’s right, Stefani, you have been on this earth for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.  That’s a QUARTER OF A CENTURY!  You’re TOO OLD to try out for The Real World.  You are TOO OLD to fit into the “18-24” demographic.  So, my darling daughter, do not call me old again, because it’s better than the alternative.  And besides, now you’re finally catching up to me.  Some cool things about being your age?  You’re finally old enough to be elected into the United States House of Representatives.  You can now rent a car.  And the best one?  You’re now twenty-five years wise.  Just think of all the things you thought you knew when you turned eighteen.

I love you, Pookie, with all my heart!  I hope you have an amazing day and a blessed year!  Happy Birthday, Gooberina!


Love, Mama Short Stack ;)