May 23, 2019

bookmaker’s sandwich




"Magee's man Finkle's here." Darcy hissed it as she
scurried into the kitchen.
Shawn glanced up from the trio of bookmaker's
sandwiches he was making. "Is he now?" 





Tears of The Moon




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Look whOt I found 😉







When I first heard the name of this sandwich I was caught up in this beautiful romance trilogy set in Ireland. The author, Nora Roberts, had mesmerized me with the green, earthy setting of the place. One of the main characters owned and operated a charming pub and “built” bookmaker’s sandwiches for his customers, often accompanied by a tall, frothy pint of Guinness stout.




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Maggie drummed her fingers on a table in O'Malley's, tapped her foot, 
blew out a long breath. 
"Tim, will you give me a bookmaker's sandwich to go with this pint? 
I can't wait for Murphy all bloody after noon
on an empty stomach."





Born in Fire




May 17, 2019

Life After Sexual Assault






"So I didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say and no one to say it to. He raped me twice more over the next month, before I got the nerve to run away again. Of course, they caught me. Maybe I'd wanted them to that time. I stayed in the home until I was eighteen. And when I got out, I knew no one was ever going to have that kind of control over me again. No one was ever going to make me feel like I was nothing ever again."
Unsure what to do, Colt reached up tentatively to brush a tear from her cheek. "You made your life into something, Althea."
"I made it into mine." She let out a breath, then briskly rubbed the tears from her cheeks. "I don't like to dwell on before, Colt."
"But it's there."
"It's there," she agreed. "Trying to make it go away only brings it closer to the surface. I learned that, too. Once you accept it's simply a part of what makes you what you are, it doesn't become as vital. It didn't make me hate men, it didn't make me hate myself. It did make me understand what it is to be a victim."


Nightshade 





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By Jason clendenen - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=76284275






What It's Like to Reclaim Your Sex Life After Sexual Assault





That focus on a better future, many survivors say, is part of what helps them form bonds with potential partners with whom they can have healthy relationships—and repair their relationships with themselves. “There is hope,” says Lindsay. “The physical pain, the emotional pain—all that stuff is passing clouds. Joy is the sky. It’s always there.”










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He plunged his hand into her hair, got a good grip to jerk her face up to his. “Pay up,” he
demanded, then closed his mouth over hers.
There it was, she thought, outrageously grateful. There was the instant thrill, the response, 
the need. It had taken nothing from her. His body moved wet and hard 
against hers, his mouth took from hers, and there was nothing, nothing but pleasure.
“Touch me.” She demanded it, using her teeth, her nails. Nothing fragile here, 
nothing damaged or in need of tending. Touch me, she thought, take me. 
Make me feel utterly, utterly human.



The Pagan Stone






May 13, 2019

RIP Doris Day







"She had a pink couch. A long, bright pink couch 
with white satin pillows. Cathy told me about it. 
It sounds so Doris Day, doesn't it? Bright pink, lipstick pink."


Tribute





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Reynold Brown [Public domain]







Whether God-given or Clairol-tinted, all Hollywood blondes are not created equal.

Take the bombshell blitz of the ’50s and ’60s. Marilyn Monroe was the alpha goddess, while Grace Kelly was the class act. Bringing up the shapely rear were vampy Kim Novak, campy Jayne Mansfield and trampy Mamie Van Doren.

But existing on a more approachable perch was the Doris Day. Her brand of beauty came sprinkled with freckles. She was one of us and we loved her for it. And we’ll remember her all the more for it, too, now that the versatile singer, actress, TV star, animal activist and radiant icon of sunny, funny femininity has died early Monday at age 97 at her home in Carmel, California.







May 9, 2019

What it Feels Like to Ride a Motorcycle






She enjoyed the feeling of the bike-the freedom of it, and the risk.




Captivated





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By Abhijeet Somvanshi abhijeets06 - 
https://unsplash.com/photos/RmRprMIyDzkImage at the Wayback Machine
 (archived on 4 July 2017)Gallery at the Wayback Machine (archived on 4 May 2017), 
CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=61736942





Motorcycle riding is a combination of exhilaration, fear, relaxation, and pleasure that changes you forever. It’s physical & emotional pleasure, with a layer of anxiety & adrenaline.

If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to ride one, read on…



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“You ever ride a Harley, Legs?”
“No.Why would I?”
“Then you’re in for a treat.You’re going to want to hold on. To me,” he added after a beat.
She put her hands lightly on either side of his waist.
But when he revved the engine again—she knew damn well he did it on purpose—she swallowed pride and wrapped her arms around him.
Why, she wondered, anyone would want to drive something so noisy, so dangerous, so—
Then they were flying down the road, and the wind blew cool and balmy and gorgeous over every inch of her.
Okay, a thrill, she admitted, and her heart skipped as he leaned into a turn. A terrifying sort of thrill. Like a roller coaster, which was another thing she could admit was exciting without being a necessary experience in a well-rounded life.
The landscape whizzed by. She smelled the rain, the grass, the leather of his jacket, felt the throb of the bike between her legs.
Sexual, she admitted. Add arousing to that terrifying thrill. Which was surely the reason people rode bikes.
When he swung onto her drive, she had to resist flinging her arms up in the air to feel the wind give her palms a slapping high five.


Happy Ever After




May 8, 2019

Hobbies are Good for You





I don't have hobbies. I have passions.


Nora Roberts





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By Lawnmower Hut - http://lawnmowerhut.com, CC BY-SA 4.0, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=47898025






How to Find One That Fits Your Personality


Having a hobby is a great way to relieve stress, a creative outlet and a way to meet new people. In fact, there are lots of ways hobbies are good for you. But if you don’t have a regular leisure activity that you enjoy, it can be difficult to decide which one will be enjoyable for you. Here are some tips for finding an interest that fits your personality and interests.










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"It's a hobby. Most people have one."

"It's your gift," he corrected, "and you've been neglecting it."


Enchanted




May 6, 2019

Can people be saved from a terrible childhood?




"But answer this last question.
Do you think that bright, troubled child should be denied a full and
normal life as an adult because he had the bad luck to be conceived by a
heartless, perhaps even evil woman?"
"No." His breath shuddered out. "No, that's not what I think."
"No buts this time? No qualifications? Then I'll tell you that in my
professional opinion, I couldn't agree with you more. He deserves
everything he can grab, everything he can make, and everything we can
give him to show him that he's his own person and not the damaged
product of one vile woman."


Rising Tides




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By Mohamed Haddi [CC BY-SA 3.0  
(https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons






US researchers have found early intervention can help prevent
negative experiences in infancy turning into long-term health risks


At bottom there is a revolutionary idea. It’s about moving 
from ‘what’s wrong with you?’ to ‘what happened to you?’









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"He knew them—better than I did. When he died, I figured they'd ship me off,
or I'd have to run off.
I never figured they'd keep me around.
They didn't know me, so what did they care? But they kept their promise to Ray. They changed their lives around for him,  and for me. They made a home—
pretty wild one at first with Cam running it."
For the first time since he'd begun, some of the misery lifted.  Humor slid into his voice.
"He was always blowing something up in the microwave or flooding
the kitchen. Guy didn't have a clue. I pushed at them, gave them—Cam mostly—as much grief as I could dish out. And I could dish out plenty. I kept waiting for them to kick me out, or smack me senseless.
But they stuck with me. They stood up for me, and when Gloria tried to hose them like she'd done with Ray,  they fought for me.
Even before we found out I was Ray's grandson, they'd made me one of them."


Chesapeake Blue




Apr 28, 2019






“He wrote something, your
Yeats, that made me think of you, and especially
what we have between us tonight. He wrote: ‘I
spread my dreams at your feet. Tread softly
because you tread on my dreams.’”


Valley of Silence



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Apr 26, 2019

Weird Things You Can Really Buy at Home Depot






She lifted her glass in toast. "I had a good day. How about you?"

She sparkled, he thought. A trip to Home Depot, or wherever she'd been, 
and she sparkled like sunlight.



Tribute






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Raysonho @ Open Grid Scheduler / Grid Engine [CC0]





Home Depot is a virtual wonderland for homeowners and DIY enthusiasts. 
Of course, if you spend enough time hunting the aisles in search of the perfect item 
to complete your project, you may come across some products that will surprise you. 
Here are 20 of the strangest, funniest and most unexpected weird things you really 
can buy at Home Depot.








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Guilt stung, just a little, but Ethan rationalized that deer and rabbits 
could be a problem, so she should take precautions anyway. 
"Dried blood."
"Dried blood ? Whose?"
"You can buy it at the garden store, and you just dump it around. It'll keep them away."
"Dried blood." Her lips pursed as she made a mental note to buy some.
"Or urine."
"Dried urine?"
"No." Ethan cleared his throat.


Rising Tides