Summer Vacation 2003 – Part 2 (AIC)

If you read my previous blog, you already know we started our summer vacation on May 19th. Our original intent was to leave Texas and head up to Colorado, Utah and Wyoming, then on to visit Devil’s Tower, travel north through the Dakotas, east across North Dakota, continue south and east through Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, and back home via the Natchez Trace Parkway. It would have been a two and a half month journey taking us through the end of July, as that’s how long it would necessitate to do it all.

But, best laid plans are often interrupted, and you just have to go with the flow. 🤪🥴

When our daughter-in-law went into preterm labor at 28 weeks and was put on bedrest, we decided to cut our trip in half so we could go home and help out. We came straight home after the Rally, saving the rest of the road for another time, ending our trip just before Independence Day.


“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”

Proverbs 19:21

Our seventh grand baby Olivia Jade was born on June 30th, over two months early (29 weeks gestation). It happened the day we left Rock Springs Wyoming for home. She was 2 pounds 14 ounces at birth, and 11.5″ long (the size of a sheet of paper). She is soooo tiny. She’s a fighter. All her APGAR scores were normal, her lungs were strong, and she was born with hair. It is mandatory at this point to share her sweet little picture. 🥰🥰

Olivia Jade

Happy Campers, 66th Airstream International Rally in Rock Springs Wyoming.

Back to the trip. Everything after the baby pales in comparison ❤️❤️❤️, but maybe you’d like to hear about the second half of our summer vacation.

This was our first Airstream International Rally and their 66th! It was quite an event. Over 1,100 Airstreams were lined up in the Sweetwater Events Complex parking, with full hook-ups. We met a ton of new friends, attended conferences, learned about products from various vendors, saw foxes and osprey and bald eagles, drove the Wild Horse Scenic Loop (yes, there really are wild horses there! We came upon a bunch!) We saw the White Mountain Petroglyphs, and watched some amazing sunsets. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from our week in Rock Springs.

Wild Horses of Pilot Butte on the Wild Horse Scenic Loop

Wild Horses of Pilot Butte, Wild Horse Scenic Loop
Wild Horses of Pilot Butte, Wild Horse Scenic Loop
Pronghorn in the sagebrush. Wild Horse Scenic Loop.
Looking down from the Wild Horse Scenic Loop.
Airstreams fill the entire Event Complex, and look like shiny jewelry from up here.
Picnic lunch overlooking the city with my favorite caregiver. On the Wild Horse Scenic Loop in Wyoming.
We saw a lot of mule deer on our various excursions.

While Tim was working one day, I went on a day trip with the Swarovski binocular vendors. We saw a family of foxes, osprey, bald eagles, and more mule deer. They loaned us binoculars and let us look through their high powered scope as well. Very cool excursion! Here are a few pictures from that morning adventure.

A pair of foxes are coming back through the fence to their den where they will check on their pup.

I’ve never seen a fox this close. I could have stayed there all day.

Checking on the pup in the den.
There’s the cute pup!
The foxes built their den near a construction site. They didn’t seem to mind the people.
I would have never thought to look here for a fox’s den.
Parents looking over their pup.
Mule deer. Doe with her two babies crossing the water.
Osprey feeding their young.
Bald Eagle
Osprey chick in another nest.

Tim climbed on top of the Petroglyphs

Cactus were blooming in the White Mountains

At the White Mountain Petroglyphs. A very hot day, but nothing compared to Texas heat!
Light up the Airstreams

LOTS of decorated golf carts.

Sunset ride over Rock Springs.

On the way home, we boondocked at a Harvest Host farm stay in Gothenburg Nebraska. it was probably one of the best Harvest Host spots we have been to. The hosts were so kind, greeted us when we arrived, gave us a tour of their working farm, and fed us popcorn from the crop in their corn fields. They provided a gathering spot where we sat and chatted, played with dozens of cats, and met the other campers around their fire pit. This was a great way to end the trip. We ended up driving straight home from there…a long day indeed.

Our hosts!
The only house cat on property. Many, many barn cats (and a dog) as well.
Good night sunshine!

À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Summer Vacation 2023 – Part 1


Someone recently asked me if we still rode our motorcycles. No, not really. We sold our bikes a couple of years ago, but we do still book an occasional fly and ride on a rental. It complicated our schedule a bit when we purchased our first Airstream. We didn’t feel like there were enough days in the year to do both, so we decided we couldn’t justify owning two bikes and an Airstream. Plus, I’m not as strong as I used to be, so I wasn’t feeling as “safe” on my ride. Do we miss it? Sometimes. When the weather is perfect and we are on a beautifully paved road driving through the country. But when it’s rainy and cold we are happy to be in the truck 🤪🤪. Tim might get a CVO in the future, but that story will be told on another day.

Taking a vacation pulling an Airstream is much different than riding on motorcycles. One thing I love about Airstreaming is an opportunity to stay in the outdoors, and often in more remote locations. Also, we can do stuff we couldn’t do on the motorcycle. Like carrying our bathroom with us 😂. Like driving on the Wild Horse Scenic Loop in Wyoming and sitting on the tailgate overlooking the city while eating our picnic lunch, or hiking with our hiking boots and poles. Pulling our Roam Home I can wear boots, walking shoes, and sandals all in the same day 🤪🤩. On the Harley, I can only carry one pair of shoes. And a girl needs her shoes! 😂 Plus, it’s hard to work from home on the bike, and since Tim is still working that’s a huge consideration. He can take calls in the truck and keep on working. Me? I am no longer a slave to my computer. I’m retired, or semi-retired, so I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I’m carefree like the marmot, which we saw a lot of in Steamboat Springs.

“Who is that interrupting my lunch?”

Traveling and seeing the natural beauty of the world has always been one of my favorite hobbies, and we continue to do so even more diligently since I was diagnosed with cancer. It makes you appreciate the life we have, that’s for sure! We want to spend as much time together doing fun stuff and enjoying life as we can. #livinglifewithMBC

We’ve been planning this summer trip for a while. Since we had already scheduled a week with our good friends Jeff and Melissa in their timeshare in Steamboat Springs Colorado, and we were heading to the Airstream International Rally in Rock Springs Wyoming a couple of weeks later, it made sense to stay in the general area in between those events rather than drive or fly back and forth.

The journey began on May 19th.


Yampa River Botanic Park, Steamboat Springs CO

After packing up the Airstream and logging our trip details into our trip planner, we set out for our longest Airstream adventure yet.

Our original plan was to head up to Colorado, Utah and Wyoming, then on to see Devil’s Tower, travel north through the Dakotas, east across North Dakota, continue south east to Ohio and back home via the Natchez Trace Parkway. It would be a two month journey.

Here’s a brief recap of the first half of our trip with some of my favorite photos.

The first week was spent in Steamboat Springs, where we stayed in a timeshare with our friends and parked the RV in the parking lot. The temperatures were cooler by our standards, but we still managed to sweat by the pool and get a sunburn. We took several hikes, rode horses, played golf, visited lakes, waterfalls, botanical gardens, and hot springs. And, we played cards or games every night back “home.” The time was too short but a wonderful week with our friends.

Strawberry Park Hot Springs
Riding horses near Steamboat Springs, Colorado

We hooked up the trailer, said our good-byes, and traveled to the next stop. From Colorado we drove to Bear Lake State Park, in Laketown Utah, where we stayed eleven days. Laketown is near Garden City, home of the famous raspberry milkshakes. We had three of those!

On the way up, we stopped by the Dinosaur National Monument. We also spent a couple of nights in the Flaming Gorge National Park. Flaming Gorge was breathtaking! It was hard to pick just one picture.

Dinosaur National Monument, Inside the Fossil Bone Quarry. Me as a “curly girl.”
Flaming Gorge

Jeff introduced us to the mineral water Topo Chico. I kept one of the bottles to put local wildflowers in wherever we camped.

We boondocked in the Flaming Gorge Recreational Area (they don’t have any hook-ups in this campground). It was very cool weather. A bit drizzly too, but our daily hikes were mostly covered in beautiful blue skies, and even got warm at times.

Bear Lake State Park was one of my favorite camping locations on the whole trip. The campground was spacious, with more than a lot of elbow room between campsites. Our section (Birch) had a picnic table covered by a pavilion, and the site was level on concrete. Inexpensive, too!

The park rangers were so nice, and invited us to be camp hosts. We might do that some other time, as they accept short-term hosts, and we wouldn’t mind coming back to this area.

Violent thunderstorms would surprise us daily, with winds like I have not seen before, but our rig stood firm. They would come out of nowhere, but left as fast as they blew in.

Our site was across the road from a cow pasture, which also provided some unexpected entertainment at various times throughout the day (and night 🙄). Tim golfed two separate times (9-hole courses), surrounded by beautiful mountain views and million dollar houses. I rode in the golf cart on the very hilly course, and we walked the other one.

Bear Lake itself was as magnificent as promised.
Turquoise blue water, living up to its nickname, “The Caribbean of the Rockies,” surrounded by mountains.
The Lake is shared by Utah and Idaho, so we crossed that state line several times.

Mountainous, steep curves with switchbacks and 7-8% grade climbs were experienced daily. We were reminded to check our brakes when a semi-truck driver plowed through the storage condo in Garden City, and the passenger had to be airlifted to the hospital. Apparently this happens several times a year.

Our truck pulled the Airstream like a charm, but it was on this trip that Tim decided he wanted to upgrade to a diesel. He just thinks it will pull even better, although the Ford 150 did just fine, and will give him a bit more power up the hills. More on that in another blog!


On to Provo, Utah. We stayed at the KOA in Provo for two weeks, since it was closer to the Salt Lake City Airport and we both had to fly out for different reasons. Tim flew to Chicago for his onsite visit with a church, and a separate flight to Phoenix. I flew home for a few days to get chemo and enjoy Jackson’s first birthday party (our 6th Jedi). Can’t miss those special events!

KOA, Provo Utah

KOA Provo was the opposite of our lovely site in Bear Lake State Park. The sites were close together, the internal road was narrow, and the pool area was not worth wading in (too many kids). It was a challenge backing in (and getting out) to our spot. We later heard the large pasture behind us used to be a lake (hence the smell 🥴), and now it’s a cow pasture. Our back-in site did have a view of the mountains, of course cows, and a llama. They had a game room which we visited once to play pool, but the cues were in bad shape.

Weekend hike in Laketown Canyon Trail, Utah
Dolly Llama (haha). That was my nickname for her (him???).

While the campground was not the greatest, the views all around us were magnificent. Snow capped mountains surrounded the truck everywhere she took us. Tim golfed in the mountains; I went along to take pictures and get some exercise (we walked the course).

The Shops at Riverwood

On Saturdays we went on longer hikes. We hiked to a waterfall on the Stewarts Cascades Trail; that was an adventure! Downed trees from a recent avalanche made it challenging. We also crossed snow and an icy patches; I almost turned back, but I powered through! It might have taken me longer, and I may have had to overcome my fears of heights and breaking a bone or two, but I made it. MBC will not stop this warrior from living an adventurous life.


While in Provo I toured the Young Living headquarters while Tim was in Phoenix. We also visited Moon’s Rare Books (he’s on TikTok), a rare treat. We left Provo and travelled to Rock Springs Wyoming, where we had registered for the Airstream International Convention. I’ll leave that for Summer Vacation Part 2, as there will be enough for a whole blog from that event. Stay Tuned!


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Lady Clementine – A Book Review

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I belong to a book club at The Canopy in The Woodlands. This beautiful facility is located at Memorial Hermann, and is devoted to the education and support of cancer survivors. I think most of us in the group have or have had breast cancer, but it doesn’t seem to matter what type of cancer. It’s just a great group of ladies who like to talk about books.

I joined to help nudge me to read more. I recently heard that the prisoners of Alcatraz read more books in one year than most people read in a lifetime. I guess they have a lot of time on their hands, but I also imagine their brains were much sharper as a result.

Anyway, this month’s book was Lady Clementine. It’s historic fiction based on the story of Winston Churchill’s wife. I wrote a review and sent it to my book club leader, because Tim and I were on vacation. Here’s what I sent her.


On our trip out of town, I read the first chapter to my husband while he drove. He liked it so much we decided to read the whole book together. It was such a captivating book, from the very beginning. Unlike many books, it didn’t take several chapters to get into it. We sat by lakes in Colorado and Utah, under the mountains, by a gorge, in lovely cafés, and everywhere in between. Every chance we got we pulled out the book and read a chapter or two aloud to each other. 

We both enjoyed engaging with the stories from Winston and Clemmie’s life together. Their “Meet-Cute” was especially fun and intriguing. From that first moment we wondered which parts of the book were true and which parts were fiction. Either way, it seems the author captured their personalities and spirits rather astutely, from the other accounts we have read or movies we have seen of the Churchills. They seemed to be made for each other, in their pursuit of the greater good, and Winston’s political career.

It was fun reading it together as he knows a lot about history and we could bounce ideas off each other. Also, when we forgot who someone was (as there were a lot of names to remember), we could ask. Sometimes we had to go back and look. He laughed with me, shared his disappointment as well as upset when bad things happened, and we both enjoyed seeing the more complex yet intimate relational side of the Churchills. Watching her matriculate his change of political views, when they aligned and misaligned, was interesting as well. I thought the whole Terrence episode was interesting. We differed on what we thought would happen. An emotional affair can be just as devastating as a sexual one, so it seems this took some time for her to work through as well. In the end, she stayed true to her Pug (loved their pet names).

I didn’t know about all the motherly concerns Clementine had for her children, or the problems they had with their grown children, or that they had lost a child at such a young age. It helped me to witness her humanity. I could sort of relate to Clementine, as I pursued my degree and career while raising my children. It was always a mind battle between taking care of the kids and doing what I wanted/needed to do to better myself (so that I could help others). I related to her sense of urgency in fulfilling a bigger purpose in life. I could also relate to her feelings of inadequacy as a mother, especially now that our kids are grown and I look back on our child-rearing days.  

I doubt there is a mother out there who doesn’t look back and think of ways she could have (should have?) done things differently. None of us are perfect, but perhaps some of us really did put priorities in other places. I could not relate to her leaving her kids for months at a time, however. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. I had a hard enough time dropping them off at day care each day! I also could not relate to losing a child. That tragedy would be hard to overcome.

Her strength as a woman, wife of a very strong political figure, and basic human aspirations made for a great story. Watching how they handled not one, but two, wars was fascinating. I did a little weary of the technical side of the war(s), but it was interesting to read all the different aspects of the war that I was not previously aware of. We learned more about the British view of the war, as well as their view of the American side. I would read other books by this author, and in fact just read a Quora post about Hedy Lamarr, and it intrigued me to consider reading more about her.

I asked my husband what he thought of the book, especially since it had a strong female protagonist. He enjoyed the book. Tim truly appreciates it when a woman is revered, and is given the ability to show her true self. I agreed with him on that.

Oh, and how I wish I knew how to pronounce Clem-en-TEEN earlier in the book. 🙄🙄
We give it an 8.5 rating. 

Here’s the group’s review.

Eleven of us gathered yesterday, June 14th to discuss Lady ClemenTEEN by Marie Benedict.  It was an interesting read because some of us had immense respect for her and her accomplishments and some of us had zero respect for her especially as a mother.  It was heroic how “Pug and Cat” lead the British people during such dire times during WW2.  We all agreed that without their courage and patriotism the Brits probably would have lost the war.  We discussed how both of them had such terrible mothers and how that reflected their lives and marriage.  We rated the book 7.3.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Puzzle Box and Chemo Day

In my last blog, I promised a demonstration of my puzzle box from Guatemala, so here it is! The video is only 3:33 minutes long, and you’ll get to see the treasures inside.

This week I have been finalizing all my personal appointments along with a few trips to the Airstream to get ready for our big road trip. One more sleep! 🤩🤩🤩

Scans (CT and Bone) were completed on Monday (my body is still stable, PTL ❤️❤️). Filled up my pill box. Got my hair done. Cleaned the house. Got my treatment (well, getting treatment while blogging). My nurse thought I was working, as many people do that during treatment. I told her I did that for many years, and I decided it was just too much. I’m so glad those days are behind me. Now I can do what I enjoy doing without the stress of the job.

Today is chemo day,
and after that we should be ready!
Aside, my doctor decided I don’t need bloodwork before my treatment anymore,
so that was one less thing to do. It’s a beautiful day outside!

I admit I’m a little tired. Time for a nap! 😴 I’ve been so keyed up at night thinking and planning for the trip, I have had some trouble falling asleep. Last night I put all our stops and parks in the calendar so we can ensure we remember where we are going, and which days we are scheduled to work (er, when Tim has to work haha). It’s a very big trip and I look forward to sharing it with you as we go.

Living life to the fullest in spite of MBC!


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All the Light We Cannot See – Book Review

I started this book about a month before my book club meeting, picked it up, put it down, then got into it about two weeks later. Once I got into it, I had a hard time putting it back down. I finished it at midnight the night before the meeting.

I’ve discovered some things about me and my style of reading. This is just a start. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot more as I continue to read more novels and fewer academic books.

First of all, I love historic fiction. I don’t know that I ever knew that for a fact, but I love reading all the human interest stories surrounded by true historic events. Second, it takes me a while to get into a book. Call it procrastination, or feeling tired, or dread, I don’t know. But, if it’s a good book, I do get into it and then I have a hard time letting it go until I finish. I do enjoy true stories, so perhaps the truth of the history is what draws me in.


This month’s book was All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr. He won a Pulitzer Prize (2015 Fiction Prize) the year after it was published. I was curious to find out why, and I was not disappointed.

Sitting on the back patio,
enjoying my book (and the baby birds that just left the nest).

I tried to explain the plot to Tim, but this book is so full of intricate details, defining it is a massive challenge. What can I say? Read it!

Basically it’s a story of a boy and a girl who experience the atrocities of war, and the intersection of their stories. The book tells us about a blind Marie-Laure’s experience from the French side, as well as Werner’s front line witness on the German side. Werner was a child prodigy, fixing broken radios from a young age, then he is called to enter the war with others who would share in participating as students and military personnel in Heitler’s Reich. Marie-Laure learned to make use of her other senses at a young age, opening puzzle boxes within minutes, smelling her way around town, and recalling her steps by counting drains. Their family members are also followed, and the chapters rotate between various people and locations. This kept me on my toes.

There is much history told within the pages of this book. I feel like I understand more about the war, the important role played by the radio and trigonometry (math comes in handy in real life at times), German’s propaganda, the attack on Paris, the sad demise of the city of Saint-Malo, and how war impacts everyone to some degree or another (to name a few). I felt attached to the blind girl with freckles, whose father created small replicas of her town so she could find her way around when she ventured outdoors. I loved reading some French phrases, and actually understanding them!

The father’s puzzle boxes reminded me of the puzzle box my mother brought home to me from Guatemala, when I was a little girl. She was there on an extended mission trip after a major earthquake shook their world. I meant to take it to the meeting to show my fellow book clubbers, but I forgot to pick it up as I was walking out the door. Perhaps I can create a video to show you what it looks like, as well as the treasures found inside. It’s an antique now!

I liked the relatively short chapters, which helped the pages flip a bit faster. It’s quite a story. I enjoyed seeing the resilience and perseverance of those who experienced trauma and war crimes. The storyteller drew me in with his beautifully written phrases, exquisite attention to detail, and storyline. As I carried the book with me to doctor’s appointments and other errands, I heard more than once, “That’s a great book!”

I rated it a 9.0, with one point deducted primarily due to the ending. Club members also rated it strong, with some ratings increasing from 8.0 to 9.0 after our discussion.


Spoiler Alert! Skip this paragraph if you plan to read the book. I was a bit disappointed by the ending. I was hoping for a Hallmark ending, and that didn’t happen. A few people’s ending were left unclear, as the characters in the book were unable to find family members and friends. Werner and Marie-Laure do meet, and he saves her life more than once, but they only meet in person for less than a day. He seems to have fallen in love with her before they met, but when they leave the country in separate ways, he becomes ill and wanders into a mine field. I was really hoping they could stay together until the end of the book. It’s fiction after all. Why didn’t the author end it that way? I guess war is like that. Not a lot of happy endings.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

It’s Been on my Mind (MRI Results)

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Nearly three weeks ago I lay on the MRI table, once again checking my brain. The reason? I had an eye exam and my double vision has gotten much worse since the last time i was in the eye doctor’s chair. So much that my optometrist won’t put that much prism in my glasses. The double vision results in some dizziness, a few headaches, and, of course, two of everything. Some things are good to double; others…one is enough. My last MRI was in February, and usually I go annually. But my oncologist wanted to double check it.

I don’t get super concerned, anxious, or panicky when I see something show up on the test results. I respond like the line from Bridges of Spies, “would it help?” Worrying doesn’t help, but I do think about it at times.

I get my test results within a few days, before I see the doctor, so I tend to Google everything I don’t understand (which is most of it 🙄). However, I know if there is a cause for concern, my oncologist will call me at some ungodly hour of the morning or night. The dude never sleeps, but he is on top of it. I knew I had an appointment with him today, so even though something new popped up on this one, I just decided to wait and see what he thought about the result.

After three years of reading, “No evidence for intracranial metastasis,” this is the first time I’ve seen “lesions” show up in my brain scan since the gamma knife zapped those little suckers, so naturally I had a few questions brewing. They were described as “punctate,” which means smaller than a millimeter. More specifically, “there are 2 punctate enhancing lesions in the right-sided cerebellum and cerebellar vermis,” with “suspicious for metastasis” and “further follow up” written into the impression and recommendation. They are in the same spots where I was treated for lesions with gamma knife in 2019.

Dr. K. is not overly-concerned. He’s going to do the right thing, and watch them closely, but we aren’t getting too worked up about it and over scanning my brain either. He’s going to send over the images to the radiation oncologist just to be sure, but he doesn’t think I will need to be scanned for a few months or so.

He explained it this way. The MRI takes slices of your brain, and those slices are about 3mm apart. The chances of them catching something as small as these are very slim. They could have been there all along. Regardless, it’s most likely they are showing the healing in my brain from the gamma knife. Or, they could be some residual metastasis. Apparently the gamma knife decreases the size, but doesn’t typically eliminate them entirely (that was news to me 😳). It’s possible the MRI just happened to slice the brain on them this time, and the radiologist decided to write about it.

He did order my regular bone and CT scans, so I can get those out of the way before our big summer road trip. Which is NINE DAYS away 🤩🤩. He didn’t seem bothered by us Airstreaming, going out of town, or missing a treatment. In fact, they are all very happy for us to travel and enjoy life. We can continue with our adventure as planned.

We will be back at the end of July, and I can get another MRI done then if needed. If they want it sooner, I will be home in June for my grandson’s first birthday. Of course I won’t miss that!

Tim went with me to this appointment. Typically I go by myself. Whenever he goes with me, Dr. K. is very chatty. Not so much about cancer, although that’s part of it, but we talk about world politics, society, how it is changing, the extremes and the middle-ground, and how we all have to learn to just live with it. But we are also looking forward to the day when we no longer have to live with it. *Sigh* 😔

I’m reminded of the song, “This world is not my home!” Aside, Dr. K. is a Christian, too. 🥰

We talked about the visit on the way home, rain pouring over our sunroof. I told Tim I was glad to hear what Dr. K. had to say about the MRI results, and the lesions (or whatever they are) in my brain. While I don’t get overly anxious about it, I said, it has been on my mind.

“Literally.” He replied.

We both had a good laugh.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Texas Library Association

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Have I told you I am a published author? I published a couple of professional books and articles while I was working in my career as a marriage and family therapist and full-time faculty, but now I have stepped into a totally different genre. It’s kind of a second career for me. I have had these ideas swirling around in my head for many years, so I finally decided to just go for it when my full-time career came to a halt.

I guess one could argue it’s more of a hobby, as my expenses are way more than I bring in 😂🤪😂🤪, but I am taking on the identity of a children’s author and loving this new lease on life. I have published three children’s books (a picture book and two chapter books), and I’m working on writing some more. I also illustrated my chapter books.

I have a new website, primarily devoted to my books. Please, check it out! www.lucindawest.com. Also, join my Facebook page Books by Lucinda, if for no other reason than to boost my fragile ego 😄. No, I’m not Lucinda Riley and I did not write the Seven Sisters LOL. Rather than search for books by Lucinda, click on the link provided above to find the right page.


I recently had the privilege of attending the convention of the Texas Library Association (TLA) in Austin. I met a bunch of librarians and other authors. It was quite an event! Apparently TLA is the largest in the United States.

Standing with other authors at the SCBWI booth.

I joined an organization as a children’s writer. It’s the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI). They offer a lot of training and resources, as well as camaraderie. They purchased an exhibit booth at TLA, then extended to all the authors an opportunity to sign up for a time slot and sell our books. It was a little challenging, since so many authors were giving books away for free. But I did sell a few, and it was a great networking event. I had a great time!

It was too far to drive for an early morning time slot. Since I also saw the afternoon slot open up the previous day, Tim drove me out there and we stayed overnight in the Fairmont. It’s right by the Convention Center, with a unique canopy connecting to it. It’s a relatively new, high-end hotel, and I highly recommend it if you are looking. Tim enjoyed working from the room while I attended the convention. We lucked into a special rate on the room, or we might not have stayed there.

Fairmont Canopy (that’s the convention center on the other side).
The open sides were a bit daunting 😳😳. It crosses the street below.

We left town right after my early morning MRI (of the brain) on Thursday and made the three hour trek to Austin. I had chemo the next day (Friday) in the afternoon, so the time I had at TLA was limited. I did get to walk around after my Thursday afternoon book signing and talk to some of the exhibitors. We had to leave after my time was up Friday morning.

Needless to say, I was a bit tired after all that setting up and tearing down, and travel back and forth (plus the two visits to MD Anderson), but I’m just happy to be alive and have the opportunity to do things like this. I just schedule life and then rearrange my doctor’s visits accordingly. If it’s last minute (like this kind of was), I make it work in between.

Most people see me and have no idea. I kind of like it that way. That’s life with metastatic breast cancer.


One of the hardest parts about being an author is the marketing side of things. Most authors are introverts, and they are asked to make public appearances, reach out to venues, and talk about their books. A wise author once told me, writing and speaking go hand-in-hand like a ball and glove. You can’t have one without the other.

Publishers will often help with that, but I decided to go the self-publishing route instead of hiring a literary agent. I’m still learning how to get into various venues, and searching for the best ways to reach people with my books. Lots of people say they love the concept, and love the books, but sales are low.

I have reached out to schools (they are much harder to get into than they used to be). I also have some events scheduled in Krogers, and created banners to draw attention to my table. I’m going to set it up outside our Airstream at the International Rally in Wyoming (coming soon). I just sat with a friend who gave me heaps of ideas as well as contacts, so that’s my next list to address. Although I’m open to traveling and conducting book tours, I’m working on strengthening my brand in the local market.

I am also considering ways to market to grandparents. After all, parents and grandparents are the ones who will buy the books. So, that’s one of my next steps. Unfortunately no, AARP doesn’t permit personal ads 🙄🙄.

In addition to writing a new picture book (a sequel to Onomatopoeia), I’m working on a second edition to my camping (chapter) book. Hopefully this will generate more interest as the cover will be simpler and well designed. (I also get to correct that typo in my mail address 🙄). I’m contemplating hiring an illustrator for the next edition when I get to that point, but I haven’t decided for sure. There are pros and cons!

If you have any ideas on how to market children’s books, or would like to let me know if you think I should hire an illustrator, please comment below. I’m also open to comments about ways to improve my writing. Just be kind, please 😁. Thanks so much for your feedback, and of course your support!


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The Boys in the Boat – Book Review

I’ve managed to make it to all four book club meetings this year, and I’ve read all four of the books. That’s more than I’ve read in a while, so I’m pretty proud of myself. Each month someone different picks a book, so we never know for sure what we are going to read. This month’s book was The Boys in the Boat, by Daniel James Brown. It’s a true story about the boys who rowed in the 1936 Berlin Olympics–and won. It’s a long story, demonstrating all the obstacles they had to overcome to get there.

The main character (Joe) was interviewed by the author, along with Joe’s daughter, as he was nearing the end of his life. Apparently she kept many newspaper clippings and had journaled their story in detail, so this helped the cause. Much research had to have gone into this book in addition to her contribution. Historic events in Berlin under Hitler’s dictatorship showed a side of propaganda I found very interesting, as it was woven into the context of the story in a way I have not heard before. And the competition between the east and west was also new to me. Very intriguing how the underdogs were treated.

It was a good read. I learned more about rowing than I ever thought I would! I’m not sure I could do it! The torture these boys endured would probably not be permitted in schools today (e.g. rowing every day in the snow and bitter cold). The book was a bit technical for my liking, with a few too many rowing races described in infinite detail. I admittedly skimmed a few parts to get to the end where they competed in the Olympics. It took a while to get there. I do think it’s amazing that this true story, a fabulous part of history, is in print. It needed to be told.

Carol’s summary of our discussion was again spot-on.

"Nine of us gathered this afternoon to discuss The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown.  We marveled at how these Washington poor young men overcame all the obstacles thrown at them and how they kept rising up and beating the odds.  The Depression; the weather; the practices and still went to a job and had to do homework; the east coast having all the money/prestige; having to come up with $5,000 to go to the 1936 Olympics; the lane that they got at the Olympics; Don Hume deathly sick at the Olympics.  You could go on and on.  We all hated Thula, Joe’s stepmother,  and how she could abandon Joe at 10 years old and how Joe’s father let it happen was so pathetic.  Several of us got sick of the description of the art of rowing over and over.  It was too repetitive.  We thought the propaganda town of Berlin during the Olympics fascinating that they really pulled it off.  We all loved the ending and finding out what each one became and the families getting together each year.  We were sad of course that they all are gone.  We were all thankful for this true story being written. We rated the book 8.5."

There are a lot of memories about Joe’s family and growing up. I probably enjoyed reading these sections the most. Watching the family dynamics was intriguing as a family therapist. But it was hard to absorb as well. His family was a challenge, and I can’t imagine anyone who would abandon their son the way they did. His step-mother was stereotypical, and could have come straight from a classic Disney movie. Having said that, overcoming this challenge is just one of the many things that made him into the great man he became.

I pondered whether our current society is too easy on people. It seems our younger generation has become soft, and tends to give up more readily. I’m not saying we should permit bullying, but I wonder if the bullies in one’s life could actually help bolster an individual if we get the right perspective about it.

Perhaps we all need a few more obstacles to strengthen our internal muscles. We can moan and groan and complain, or we can choose to welcome the obstacles in our lives. Rather than focusing on how someone else can change, think about how their interaction with you can change you. These challenges may be the very thing we need to become the next (better) version of ourselves.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Grandkids!

As I was looking back over my blogs, I was surprised to see very little about my grandkids! I post about them on FaceBook frequently, but I have not updated my blog to reflect my love for them. ❤️❤️❤️ Yes, I do love them! 🤩🤩🤩

I remember a time in life when I didn’t think I would ever be a grandmother. It just didn’t seem possible. I was much younger then, but when I was diagnosed with cancer the first time I thought I might not live long enough. I’m so happy to report SIX grandchildren, with another one on the way. Jedi #7 is due on my birthday.

About a week after we got back from Florida, we had to take a trip to Oklahoma for another work-related event (Tim’s, of course). And then on to Wisconsin for a second work trip. During the week at home, we snuck in a visit with our four “Jedi” who live close to us. We celebrated our first Jedi’s eighth birthday. Hard to believe she’s that old!

Did I mention we have #7 on the way (March 5 was the reveal). When they told us, I was so excited. “Yay! You’ve having another baby??!!” Tim, however, had a different response, “Oh no!” LOL. He is excited. He just wasn’t expecting it this soon. Seven is the perfect number, but I wouldn’t put it past our daughter to have some more as well.

Dad, Mom, Alison, Hannah, Mikayla, Jaxson and Olivia. “Olivia? Who’s Olivia??!! You’re pregnant??! Yaaaay!”

Speaking of our daughter…In between Tim’s work gigs, we were able to see our other two grandkids (Elizabeth’s children). Their family moved out of state last year on Labor Day weekend for their dad’s job. We miss them terribly! Their parents are a bit selective about sharing their location, due to “safety” issues 🙄🙄, but we did some super sleuthing in February and located them during another work trip. On our second visit, Elizabeth let the kids spend the night with us at the hotel while mom and dad had a date night. We didn’t take the Airstream as it was another quick trip up and back.

We were SO glad to see them, have an early Easter egg hunt, see where they live, visit Elizabeth’s job, and spend quality time with her at lunch as well. The kids came running when they saw us. Anthony was doing errands so we didn’t see him this time. In case you are wondering, they live “somewhere” east of the Pacific Ocean. Hopefully that’s vague enough for their liking, if they ever read this blog 😂🤪🤪😂.

We also had our traditional Easter egg hunt with Bryan’s family on Easter Sunday. It was Jaxson’s first Easter, and Mikayla (not even two) was climbing the big playground to slide down the giant slide. My heart skipped a few beats, but she is a good climber! We discovered a different way of doing the egg hung so everyone was able to find some eggs and it took longer than usual. It was a great day.

Without further ado, here are some pictures of our wonderful grandchildren over the past few months. We call them Jedi, because Tim is “Yoda” and we hope to mentor them in a positive way of life. There’s nothing like being a Grandma. I am so blessed to be alive!


Alison, Jedi #1.
Paige, Jedi #2.
Hannah, Jedi #3.
Gabriel, Jedi #4.
Mikayla, Jedi #5.
Jaxson, Jedi #6.
Bryan’s lovely family! Easter Sunday.
Elizabeth, with the wreath I made her for Easter.

Fun times with Elizabeth’s kids.
Jaxson’s First Easter.
We got this walker to play with
(and contain him LOL).
Coloring Fun with Paige and Gabe.

À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Florida Retreat

We left my Dad’s graveside and drove straight to Florida. Tim had a job there, and while we would arrive a day late, he was still needed at the church in Ft. Myers. The trip couldn’t have come at a better time. It offered me the opportunity to rest, take long walks on the beach, talk to God, capture some great photos, and reminisce. Unfortunately we weren’t there long enough to see any of our friends or family. We were only there for just a few days, then back home. I needed the rest! Amazing how much the ocean can heal the mind and soul.

Still evident was a lot of destruction from the hurricane.
Boats were stacked up like a junk pile, even sitting in the tops of trees,
and other rubble remained all through the city. Many businesses are still closed. Sad indeed. Never underestimate the power of God’s hand.
They are working hard to clean up the beaches.
Not all of them are open, but I was blessed to go here.
Huge coconuts dotted the shore, seaweed pointed the way, incredible sunsets took my breath away, and I came back to the hotel with burnt feet.
These all made the experience worthwhile.

“I see the stars. I hear the rolling thunder. Thy power throughout the universe displayed. Then sings my soul. My Savior, God to Thee. How great Thou Art. How great Thou Art!”


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