Saturday, April 4, 2026

How to Compete, When You're Not Competitive by Julie Christen

 

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I was born without a competitive bone in my body. It might be some genetic defect, but I've learned to live with it. I first noticed it, probably, in grade school. You know, when we had to run relays and whatnot for gym? Mind you, I had some wheels on me in those youthful days. Must have been from racing my dog into the woods. Or perhaps my speed developed from playing kick-the-can with the neighborhood kids, and being terrified of getting caught. I wonder if all the swimming in the lake contributed, too. Regardless, I was in decent shape.

But whenever it came to any sort of track event, typically, I was found in the way back. I always started out strong, somewhere in the mix of leaders. Then, I would check my six for stragglers and feign exhaustion. I would slide back gradually, until I matched strides with the last person. I just couldn't stand how defeated they looked, trying as hard as they could, huffing and puffing, on the verge of giving up. Alone. I would not have it. Not on my watch. Sometimes they didn't want me there, but most often, having someone run next to them seemed to help them cross the finish line with a smile and a high five.  

That was my win. 

Back then, we didn't get "Participation" ribbons or "Showed Up" trophies, so my bedroom walls were not adorned with glossy blue and red ribbons or shiny plastic trophies with my name engraved on a plate. And I never once, in all my childhood memories, felt bad or bitter or regretful for it. Rick Springfield and The Greatest American Hero, among other posters from TEEN and Bop! magazines were decoration enough. Cheering others on comes naturally to me. 

My defunct competitive gene didn't really bother me.

It does, however, make peddling my wares and "selling myself" (ugh) as an author, rather, well, difficult. Not that I don't love my books and sharing my stories. Gosh, I could talk about my stories all my live-long days with anyone willing to listen. And for Frank and the Nokotas? I will speak on their behalf and be their cheerleader until they shut the lights off. 

So to be competitive without being competitive, I focus on these three things with great hope that they will carry me as far as I can go. 

1. Write a really good story. That's where my heart lies.
2. Work my tail off and be a little brave when promoting online and in person.
3. Finally, be a cheerleader for others. If I can help them feel good about their successes, that's still my win.

#forevercheerleader


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Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Hydrants, DNA and best day ever by donalee Moulton

 




My first Lotus Detective Agency mystery is also my first book to include a dog with a recurring role. Madoff, aptly named by his auditor owner, is a Westie. Not surprisingly, there is a West Highland Terrier Day. In honor of Madoff and all Westies, I thought I’d celebrate by sharing a few excerpts from Bind where Madoff takes centerstage.  

***

 Madoff, enters stage left

 It’s 5:30. Madoff is not pleased with being disturbed before the sun is up but graciously agrees to go for a quick walk and a pee. Well, several pees and a lot of sniffing. Madoff is surprised how many of his kinfolk are up and about this time of day. Charlene is less surprised, and more indifferent. She still has her pajama bottoms on. If anybody says anything, she’ll pull a Woo Woo and tell them they are tulip pants. Whatever the hell they are.

Madoff takes a little extra time at the last hydrant, perhaps sensing something is up and it may be a while before he is anywhere near a tree. Charlene has both worked herself up and calmed herself down. She gives Madoff a hug. (A little too tight he thinks.)

***

Madoff is frustrated. It’s 9:45 pm. He should be in bed. Charlene should be in bed with him. She would be reading. He would be snoring. Instead, they are here in front of the computer reading emails. Again.

The emails are unsettling. Madoff knows that. He also knows it has something to do with DNA. He saw the letters on the screen. He’s heard Mama C. talking to Dora about this. He’s seen her face when those letters are spoken.

Madoff doesn’t like DNA.

***

Madoff is confused. Suddenly the women are pushing back their chairs and clearing the table. There is a flurry of activity. Madoff was enjoying an after-gelato nap. He follows everyone into the kitchen. Perhaps the guests are leaving. Perhaps he will get to bed on time tonight.

Nope. The kettle is back on, the plate of pastries refreshed, and another plate and cup taken out of the cupboard. In the melee to clear the clutter, Lexie scrapes some leftovers onto a plate. Absently she puts the plate on the floor. Madoff nonchalantly walks toward the plate. Best day ever.

 Madoff exits stage right

 





BWL New Releases April 1st

 

https://www.amazon.com/Watched-Eden-Monroe
Strong, handsome male lead Shay McGregor is a man on the move, riding the rails in beautiful Eastern Canada during the Great Depression. Widow Rietta Nicholson is finally free from her marriage to a bad man and now struggling to run the family farm on her own. Then she’s introduced to Shay, a tall, dark stranger new in town and looking for work. There is immediate chemistry between the widow and the hired man, but murder and mayhem await on Cherry Orchard Farm. Stalked by an unseen assailant, neither Rietta nor Shay is safe in this wild ride of romantic suspense. Can they even survive the night?
Editorial Review by S. Peters Davis
The story begins in 1932, when Rietta Nicholson finds out her husband’s car, with him
inside, was discovered submerged in the Kennebecasis River. The realism of the
characters and their daily lives throughout the story held my attention to every detail.
The fear, anger, love, labor, etc., throughout their relationships, presented a colorful,
suspenseful mystery, and a thrilling ending. An unputdownable read.



https://49thshelf.com/Contributors/M/Mossop-Charles

In 1792, Ned Creel, a bondservant in a wealthy household, is forced to flee after an ill-advised dalliance with the daughter of the house. Arriving in London, he survives as a pickpocket and petty criminal, but is quickly caught up in the anti-monarchist republican movement inspired by the American and French Revolutions. Driven by his own desire for revenge against the landed gentry, Creel is used and manipulated by the revolutionaries, and drawn ever further into a web of blackmail, deception, espionage, and murder, reaching into the very heart of the Royal Navy as it wages war with France. He attempts to extricate himself, but instead is dragged more deeply into the mire by his own hatred and greed. Infiltrated by double-agents, the republican conspirators are relentlessly pursued by the British Government and the First Lord of the Admiralty, and Creel finally realizes he must leave England if he hopes to escape the hangman.

 Editorial Review, By JD Shipton

 Mossop delivers. The characters, the settings, the vernacular, the intrigue, all expertly worked together in this thoroughly enjoyable period piece. I’ve read the big names of Imperial British period fiction, and I’m here to tell you that Mossop should be counted among them. 

Out of money and out of luck, Emily arrives in Castor Alberta during a raging blizzard. With no place to go, she finds refuge in an abandoned restaurant on the corner of Main Street and 51 Avenue. Jessie’s Café has a long and storied past, but all Emily is interested in is getting out of the storm. However, the spirit of the building and its ghosts have other things in mind for their visitor. Cold and starving, Emily slips through time to find a much friendlier reality than the one currently surrounding her.



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Out of money and out of luck, Emily arrives in Castor Alberta during a raging blizzard. With no place to go, she finds refuge in an abandoned restaurant on the corner of Main Street and 51 Avenue. Jessie’s Café has a long and storied past, but all Emily is interested in is getting out of the storm. However, the spirit of the building and its ghosts have other things in mind for their visitor. Cold and starving, Emily slips through time to find a much friendlier reality than the one currently surrounding her.

EDITORIAL REVIEW by Victoria Chatham

Jessie’s Café is a real place in Castor, located in Central Alberta. The building today is in a sad state and looks as though it could collapse at any moment. The infamous shed in Bell’s novel is still there in all its shabby glory. Jessie’s Café changed hands numerous times over the years, giving Bell a great cast of characters to work with. She has also woven in historical events that present-day citizens of Castor are sure to remember.

The thread that binds it all together is the story of Emily, her dog Miley, and Ruairi, an Irishman from whom we learn the traditions of May Day and something of the Irish troubles. That these three are time travellers adds a paranormal aspect to the story. Anyone who enjoys stories involving time travel, mystical happenings, and historical events will enjoy this book. I recommend it as a highly entertaining read.

 

 

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Some prophecies are meant to save the world. Hers might destroy it. Adelina wakes in a land of dying magic, her name the last piece of herself the gods didn’t take. Hunted for a prophecy she doesn't understand, Adelina is thrust into a kingdom teetering on ruin—caught between the only friend who doesn’t fear her, and a king who would burn the world to control her. But she’s not the only one fate has marked. Scattered across the realm are others—strangers bound to her prophecy by forces unnamed. A haunted warrior fleeing a blood-soaked lineage. An assassin. An orphan. A witch torn between duty and her own destructive nature. As their paths converge, so too does a reckoning that will reshape the world—or end it. None of them wants a part in the prophecy binding them. Least of all Adelina. But the longer she walks this strange realm of twisted magic and mad kings, the clearer it becomes: there is no escaping destiny. And what begins as one girl’s search for freedom and identity soon threatens to unravel the veil between two realms.

 EDITORIAL REVIEW by Victoria Chatham

The landscape of Ava Vienne’s The Prophecy of Ash and Ikarus is populated by magical and mystical beings, from searchers to assassins and witches. The protagonist, Adelina, falls from one world into another, where her arrival prompts a price on her head for whoever finds her first.

We see Adelina’s growth along the way as she deals with betrayals and bloody battles. But is she strong enough to deal with Ikarus, her nemesis and will she ever return to her home? Fans of fantasy are sure to find this an engrossing read.


https://www.amazon.com/Woke-Dead-Pine-County-Book-ebook/dp/B0GSCKCG1W?ref_=ast_author_mpb

Sergeant CJ Jensen is adjusting to life as a new homeowner in Pine County when the Sheriff’s Office receives a call about a bar patron who never woke up after a night of sleeping it off in a local establishment’s back room. In the process of death notifications, CJ and Pam learn of his connection to one of the most notorious criminal Pine County families, a drug smuggling operation and his own past life transgressions. How does a Beaver Dam fit into this mystery and will Riley be successful at another undercover assignment?

Praise for Skidded and Skunked – “I never expected the twists and turns in this book. It seems D.L Dixen has seen some things in her former life before becoming an author. I couldn’t put it down! Super easy read that will keep you reading and waiting for what will come next!” – J.R.

Editorial Review by S. Peters Davis
Book number 13 in the Pine County Mystery Series drew me along until the very end, including the Epilogue. CJ Jensen, Pam Ryan, Sandi Maki, Riley Sanders, Floyd Swenson, and the rest of the characters, established or new to the series, made quite a stirring story of murder, drugs, domestic abuse, money laundering, and more, with the sheriff’s department’s personal lives included as well. The main characters drive the adventure throughout, with more interesting facts about each introduced along the way. An addictive series to read, I’m so looking forward to book number 14.

Monday, March 30, 2026

Life is a Bown of Cherries by Eden Monroe

  

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“Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries” or so says the song (lyrics by Lew Brown and music by Ray Henderson).

Well … sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t, and the latter is all too true on the ill-fated Cherry Orchard farm — the setting for the romantic suspense novel, WATCHED:

“Strong, handsome male lead Shay McGregor is a man on the move, riding the rails in beautiful Eastern Canada during the Great Depression.

Widow Rietta Nicholson is finally free from her marriage to a bad man and now struggling to run the family farm on her own. Then she’s introduced to Shay, a tall, dark stranger new in town and looking for work.

There is immediate chemistry between the widow and the hired man, but murder and mayhem await on Cherry Orchard Farm. Stalked by an unseen assailant, neither Rietta nor Shay is safe in this wild ride of romantic suspense. Can they even survive the night?”

Incidentally, Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries was written in 1931 at the onset of the Great Depression, and the setting for WATCHED is 1932.

In any event, be they sour or sweet, metaphor or not, cherries are an enormously popular fruit and my favourite by the way. But there’s so much more to cherries than just their visual appeal. According to harryanddavid.com, cherries are actually a “fleshy drupe,” a stone fruit that is soft on the outside with a rock hard pit waiting inside:

“Coming from the genus prunus, the sweet cherry goes by Prunus avium, meaning ‘wild cherry.’ This species is also known as a sweet cherry, bird cherry, or gean. The sour variety is known as Prunus cerasus.

“Some 1,200 varieties of cherries exist worldwide, but you really only need to know the major ones. The Bing cherry is America’s most popular type of sweet cherry; the Montmorency is the most popular sour cherry.”

And perhaps the most showy of all are maraschino cherries, a perennial favourite.

Marasca is a type of cherry originating from Dalmatia, and the largest yields come from the city of Zadar. These cherries are a variety of classic Morello cherries. They are small in size and have a dark red to blackish color. The flavors are floral, acidic, and slightly bitter due to the stone in the center of the fruit. (tasteatlas.com)

Fresh cherries of any kind are always in demand in (a short) season, and it is estimated (harryanddavid.com) that in the United States alone, an average of 2.6 pounds of them are consumed per person in a variety of forms every year. In the United States’ Washington State, Oregon and California are among the top sweet cherry producers (90%) and Michigan accounts for 74% of sour cherry production, (harryanddavid.com). However the king of cherry-producing (and consuming) countries is Turkey.

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than a bowl of cherries, unless it’s two bowls of cherries, and it’s Bing for me. I could eat my weight in them.

 

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Late season Bing cherries

 

The wonderful news is that cherries, aside from being succulently delicious, are also nutritional. “Cherries are a superfood and are rich in antioxidants, fiber, minerals, and vitamins A, C and K. They also have anti-inflammatory properties that may help combat gout, arthritis, diabetes, and cancer.” (harryanddavid.com)

The pits are well, the pits, and not edible. “No!” says harryanddavid.com. “Cherry pits contain trace amounts of amygdalin, a chemical compound that the body converts to the poison cyanide. However, you don’t need to truly worry if you swallow the pit whole, as the chewing process is what triggers the chemical conversion. Still, chomp on enough of them, and the risk goes up. So just, don’t.”

Not just a treat for the palate, cherries can be found in countless products, including skin care according to healthshots.com:

“Looking for ways to make your skin glow naturally? Start by including cherries in your beauty routine. There are many cherry benefits when it comes to your skin health. These small-sized fruits are packed with essential nutrients such as vitamins A, C, and K, as well as potent antioxidants like anthocyanins, which can address a multitude of skin concerns, from combatting free radical damage to promoting collagen production. So, if you’re dealing with acne, looking for natural glow, or just want to keep your skin looking youthful, the humble cherry might be the answer you’ve been searching for…”

While most cultivated cherries are derived from ancestral stock, wild cherries still abound throughout the northern hemisphere, and some suggest perhaps they are more nutrient dense than their cultivar cousins. And if wild cherries are good for us, they are also a high-energy food for common foragers such as deer, foxes, bears, squirrels and raccoons, and dozens of bird species. They also spread the seeds.

Says motherearthnews.com about eating wild cherries: Cherry fruits generally mature in late summer, so if you’re hiking around these bushes in late summer, there will invariably be fruit on the bush. Some will be ripe enough to taste. Most people — like my hiking students — can look at the fruit, and guess that it is edible.

“However, I strongly urge you to never assume any wild berry or plant is edible simply because you subjectively think “it looks edible.” That can be a quick way to get sick, or die. Never eat any wild plant if you haven’t positively identified it as an edible species.”

Cherry blossoms in general are gorgeous, and I’ve always been partial to those of wild cherries — especially the chokecherry.

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Chokecherry blossoms

And for anyone, like myself, who wondered why ornamental cherry blossom trees don’t bear cherries: “Simply put, cherry trees are fruit trees; cherry blossom trees are flowering trees.” (harryanddavid.com)

And tart cherries? Says prevention.com: “‘Tart cherry juice became a hot topic in 2023 as the main ingredient in the viral ‘sleepy girl mocktail.’ But the benefits of tart cherry juice may go beyond helping you get a good night’s rest. ‘I often recommend tart cherry juice, especially for individuals looking to improve recovery after exercise or manage inflammation,’ says Caroline Susie, R.D., L.D., Spokesperson for the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics.”

Speaking of cherries, we can’t help but wonder if George Washington actually chopped down his family’s cherry tree. He did not, according to mountvernon.org:

“This iconic story about the value of honesty was invented by one of Washington’s first biographers, a traveling minister and bookseller named Mason Locke Weems.”

Finally on the subject of cherries, festivals abound worldwide in honour of this luscious fruit. Which begs the question, what location is considered the cherry blossom capital of the world? According to cherryblossom.com, that honour belongs to beautiful Macon, Georgia (March 20-29, 2026):

“Each March, Macon becomes a pink, cotton-spun paradise as hundred of thousands of Yoshino cherry trees bloom in all their glory…”

And the celebration of cherries continues.

 

March 20-29, 2026

Each March, Macon becomes a pink, cotton-spun paradise as hundreds of thousands of Yoshino cherry trees bloom in all their glory. Originally a sleepy southern town, Macon has now become a bustling center of beauty and international friendship.

 

 

 

Sunday, March 29, 2026

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 "I don't want to be working in ballet, or opera, or things where it's like, 'Hey, keep this thing alive, even though, like no one cares about this anymore.'," Chalamet said... "All respect to all the ballet and opera people out there."

This young actor just let us all know that although he works as an actor, in a craft that's been around, in western tradition, since before the Greeks, he doesn't have much sense of history. He doesn't have respect for opera or ballet, either, despite his quickly tacked on semi-retraction. 

What he said saddened me, as I grew up enjoying both art forms and with a healthy respect and regard for these somewhat hoary artistic expressions. I confess that I have cried buckets of tears over both, exactly like any devotee of afternoon soaps or B movies. I have DVDs of opera and ballets and have sat before them, blissed out, for hours. I take offense exactly because I am a fan, but also because I know about the years of training, discipline, and self-sacrifice that goes into the making of these stellar singers and dancers, who bravely shoulder the work required by these jewels of western tradition. 

Ballet and opera grew out of entertainments which once thrilled rich and poor alike. This is particularly true in the case of opera. When people in the street whistled and sang Mozart's tunes, the Maestro noted in his letters that he knew he had a hit. Without copyright laws, sadly, he never got the royalties, of which modern pop singers are assured. 

Of course, what Chalamet said is a fairly typical young person's take on two artistic traditions which have been around a good deal longer than he has. Still, I must acknowledge that I have been unable to convince any number of descendants and/or friends to become fans. My opera friends are all old, like me; it's sad but true.



I just went to a movie theater and watched the Metropolitan Opera's Tristan and Isolde, with fabulous singers. I've heard the "greatest hits" from the opera since I was child, but I have never before experienced the five hours it takes. When I was a kid, Wagner was exciting, loud,  colorful, a gigantic heart-thumping, aural fireworks display. The Ring saga--yes, the same Northern myth that inspired Tolkien--The Ring saga was all that, better than Marvel comics, complete with a world-cleansing apocalypse at the end. 

When I became an adult, musically I turned back, before Beethoven, toward the Baroque, toward Bach, Mozart, Telemann and Vivaldi, and from there into polyphonic church and folk music. Wagner became a rather over-the-top self-promoter with fascistic (more-than) tendencies. His personal life, his opinions, his music, seemed pompous, exhaustingly patriarchal. Then, nearly extinct being that I now am, I sat through those five hours of Tristan & Isolde, along with white-haired others of my kind. 



I can't say I went full circle. I was, however, bowled over by the totality of the work, despite the fact that the opera is a downer, ending in a round-robin of death. Tristan and Isolde begin as haters, because he's killed her husband to be and then fooled her into saving his life. Isolde asks her servant to give them both a draught of poison, so that she drink with Tristan and fool him into killing himself. Bonus! She will end her personal grief by dying. Instead, the faithful servant, assigned a heart-breaking task, gives them both a love potion, and they fall into a blazing passion. This briefly changes the flow of events, but ends by destroying them and everyone around them, exactly as in Isolde's savage, original intention. 

This tale is one of human dysfunction in the extreme, but don't pretend it couldn't happen. Just look at the self-destructive madness in the world around you! The lyrics, drenched in Nietzchean philosophy and Wagner's sex addiction, are sauced over with sweeping music--self-referential, yet endlessly evolving and swelling. It's voluptuous, ecstatic, and it left me in a fog of reflection and emotion for days. Yes, opera may be dying, but with my fuses well and truly blown by attending this one, I am still going to call it ART.


~~Juliet Waldron

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