I saw this one on Facebook and decided to share it with all of you! It certainly inspired me! Have a great day everyone!
I saw this one on Facebook and decided to share it with all of you! It certainly inspired me! Have a great day everyone!
Happy Fourth of July! Here’s a yummy dessert to take to your family gathering where I’m sure you’re practicing social distancing. 🙂
Lorna Doone Dessert
1 package Lorna Doone cookies crushed
Add melted butter to cookies (this is the crust so add as much butter as you prefer; about ¼ to ½ of a stick)
1 7 oz Chocolate chips
2-1/2 T water
4 egg yolks
1 teas. Vanilla
4 egg whites
Crush Lorna Doone cookies and add melted butter for the crust. Put crust in 10” baking dish and bake at 350 degrees until crust starts to brown. Combine chocolate chips, sugar, and water in double boiler until blended. Remove from fire and add egg yolks, beat after each one. Add vanilla. Chill for a short time maybe 10 to 15 minutes or until the pan is cool to the touch on the bottom.
Beat egg whites until stiff and fold into chocolate mixture. Spread over cooled cookie crust and top with whipped cream.
**I usually double this and put it in a 9×13 dish.
Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. We’re in the dog days of summer and I love it. It’s finally that hot, muggy weather we all know and love. I’ve been running outside in the mornings because it’s cooler and I prefer running outside to running on a treadmill. I get time outside plus I’m exercising. Win. Win. I’ve also started a new WIP. I’m very excited about this one and it’s going smoothly right now. 😊
But enough about that. Today, I’d like to talk about a couple of documentaries I watched in the last couple of months. The first one was “Jeffery Epstein: Filthy Rich” and the other was “Athlete A.” The first one needs no explanation, but the second one was about Larry Nassar and his sexual abuse of gymnasts who came under his care.
In both documentaries, you see first-hand how sexual predators work. Whether the abuser is setting up the victim to be trafficked or he’s setting them up to be abused by himself the pattern is the same. They choose a vulnerable kid, ply them with gifts, and promises of a better life. When they’ve got them hooked that’s when the abuse starts. In the case of Jeffery Epstein. He’d pick vulnerable girls and promise them money, travel, and training so they could have a better life then he’d get them out onto his island.
In the case of Larry Nassar, he would ply the girls with candy and gifts in the rough world of gymnastics, then under the guise of physical exams, he’d sexually abuse them. He was in a position of power and he abused it.
It took a lot of courage for these girls to speak up and report him. Can you imagine how the parents must feel? They believe they’re giving their daughter this amazing opportunity and they send her to this camp where she’s molested.
This just goes to show you, you can’t trust anyone with your kid. Parents weren’t allowed out to the camp where the abuse took place by the good doctor. That’s a huge red flag. When kids are isolated away from their parents, they’re vulnerable.
We as parents must make sure our kids are safe. Remember, these predators don’t go after kids whose parents are involved in their lives. They go after vulnerable kids, and what better way to make a kid vulnerable than to separate them from their parents. Predators take jobs that give them easy access to victims. For example, camp counselors, day care workers, and even teachers. So, when a camp or an organization denies you access to your kids, it’s a huge red flag.
Also, when the organization doesn’t do anything about your accusation, it’s time to pull your child. In my opinion, in the case of the “good doctor,” he should have been suspended as soon as the accusation reached the president of the organization. The fact that Steve Penny took so long to act is another huge red flag. That doctor should have been suspended until a full investigation could take place.
Steve Penny must be held accountable for his part in continuing the abuse. It upsets me that he dragged his feet. How much effort does it take to replace the doctor?
These documentaries are infuriating and eye-opening. The victims in these situations cease to be real people to the abusers They are pawns used to meet the abusers needs. Steve Penny is also an abuser because he enabled the doctor to have access to the girls after the abuse was reported. He needs to be held accountable, too.
How do you feel about the situation? Leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you!
To all you Dad’s out there! Celebrate your day!
Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. I’m back today after a long week of working and writing. Earlier today, I happened upon a Facebook post. It was one of my friends and she is a mom of young kids. She was complaining about the sticky doorknobs and the mess kids generally leave behind and was asking parents of older kids if they really missed the sticky mess.
I’d like to answer that question and the answer is yes. I miss all of it. Sure, cleaning up after the kids wasn’t fun, but I kept it in perspective and didn’t beat myself up if my house didn’t look perfect. After all, I had kids, and I wanted them to grow up being comfortable, exploring their world. So, if it was a little messy, I was okay with that.
I miss when my boys were little guys and they would snuggle with me before falling asleep. I miss that baby smell and their giggles and their adventurous spirits. So, yeah, I miss it.
However, I love each stage they go through, and I love seeing them grow and learn. For example, when my youngest started reading before he started school. I loved that and I was so proud. I loved how he started doing Par-Core and mastered that. I loved when my oldest would come to me for help with his homework and when he started taking Karate lessons. I loved each stage.
They amaze me with how much they’ve grown and learned. I love their personalities. My oldest for his quick wit, kindness, and honesty. My youngest for his drive, passion, and focus. I love the fact they get along and can compromise with each other. They both have amazing problem-solving skills.
But I also worry. I worry about how cruel this world can be. I hope I’ve helped them develop enough skills so they can survive it. Not only survive it, but to thrive in it. I know that’s what every parent wants, but right now our world is not a happy place.
I wonder what the new school year will bring. I wonder how my kids will be learning and if it will be a good experience for them. I worry about their social skills. They haven’t been using them as much lately because they’ve been communicating with friends online.
I also wonder about what kind of world we’ll be leaving behind for them. What’s going to happen with all the chaos going on right now? Will it change anything? I sincerely hope so, but I don’t know. I worry about the problems they’ll be inheriting and how they’ll affect them.
I hope when we’re finished with all this craziness, the world will be a better place. Our kids deserve it.
Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. I’m back today after another week of lock down with some rioting thrown into the mix. These are strange times indeed. Our world has been turned upside down. Our world is broken.
I don’t know what to make of it. Will things ever get back to normal? There’s been communication from our school district that if classes resume in the fall there will be six feet between students, no cafeteria, and no recess for our elementary students. I’m not happy about this. How can they say NO RECESS?
Kids that age need to move.
Then there’s the rioting, and it scares me. It wasn’t close to us by any means, but it could have been. What kind of world are we leaving to our kids? We need to wake up. Our system is broken. We can’t keep doing the same thing over and over and expect different results, but what can we do?
I’m at a loss. The politicians say we must get out and vote, but for what? I think both parties have their own agendas and what do you do when you’re given two choices for president and you don’t like either one?
I don’t have any answers at the moment, but there is at least one positive coming out of all this mess. People are coming together. Cops are marching along with protesters. Protesters are being heard. Yes, there’s destruction and looting, but communities are also coming together to clean up the mess. They’re helping the police by taking pictures of the destructors and looters with their phones and turning them over to the authorities. The people are coming together. Finally.
I don’t know what our new normal is going to be, but I do see some solidarity amidst all the chaos and that my friends is a good thing. Are all the problems solved? No. But we’ve taken a big step forward. What is our next step? I don’t know. Maybe limiting the terms of our congressmen and senators. Maybe limiting the amount someone can spend on a campaign. Maybe limiting the amount companies and organizations can contribute to a campaign. That way politicians can’t be bought. Well, theoretically anyway. 😉
How about you? Do you have any ideas how to fix our broken system? Leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you!
Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. I’m back today after a long week of working. I’ve finished editing my story and it’s off to the beta reader. I’ve already started plotting out a new story and I’m excited about this one, too. Hopefully, I can do it justice. 😊
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But enough about that, today I’d like to talk about what’s going on in the world. These are strange times indeed, with a pandemic and rioting because it’s forcing businesses and non-profit organizations to close, tensions are high, and that’s not even the worst of it. A black man was killed this week by police officers. They didn’t even try to hide the fact they were doing it even when there were witnesses video taping the whole thing. This sickens me. The cop who did this was fired then arrested, but it’s not enough. It will never bring George Floyd back to life.
Most of us live in a bubble. We focus on our jobs and raising our kids and stuff like this rarely touches us. It happens in some other city and some other state, so we don’t feel threatened by it, but this kind of blatant disregard for human life can’t be ignored. How did Derek Chauvin even become a police officer? According to a source, he had twelve complaints of police brutality. Why was he still on the force?
There was plenty of evidence that this man had a problem. Why does it take something like a murder before action is taken? Why wasn’t he put on leave and forced to go to a psychiatrist to keep his job?
The only answer I can come up with is that his superiors and colleagues didn’t think it would ever lead to this, but shouldn’t we be preventing things like this from happening? Especially when he had a history of police brutality?
I think we should not only hold the officer himself accountable but also the institution that allowed this to happen in the first place. I’m glad he was fired and I’m glad he was arrested. I hope he goes to prison for a long time, but it shouldn’t end there. I think there needs to be some accountability for his superiors for allowing him to continue working when he had so many accusations of police brutality against him. These are warning signs that something bigger could happen, and in this situation, it did.
How do you feel about the situation? Leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you!
Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. Today, I’ve got a special treat for you. I’ve got Ritu Bhathal as a guest and she’s telling us a little bit about her writing journey and how the Corona virus affected her. So, without further ado. Take it away, Ritu!
It was an amazing feeling, finally typing THE END after the last words on my manuscript that I had literally poured eighteen years of my life into.
Obviously, that wasn’t the end, by any means.
There was the fun of editing, with rewrites and tweaks, feedback from beta readers, then cover design, and all the marketing.
And then, just like that, the Publication Day was upon me.
I finally let my book baby free, and sat tight, waiting for the sales, then reviews.
Will they love it?
Will they hate it?
Oh my God, I am the worst writer! Why on earth did I ever think I could write a book?
Then the feedback started to trickle through.
Oh! It’s not as bad as I thought!
Wow, people LIKE it. Like real five-star review like it!
Honestly, I was overwhelmed by the words of support and praise that came in for my debut novel in February of this year. Marriage Unarranged was a story that had wanted to be written for so long, and finally, I managed it!
One of the repeated comments was basically, ‘Can’t wait to see what happens next!’
People who read my first novel, actually wanted to read more.
So that meant I needed to get another one out.
As I mentioned a little earlier, it took me a long time to write my first book, because life had a habit of getting in the way. From marriage to moving counties, then the trying for a family saga (it was one, we had issues, so that was stress in itself) and dealing with eventual motherhood. And of course there was the day job to consider too. None of these things left much time to write.
But I did it. Once I focused, I carved time out daily, to add to my word count.
And now, I needed to do that again!
I had ideas already for a second, and third book, relating to the first, and had tentatively started writing the second, but that time thing…
Then Coronavirusgate hit and we were suddenly in Lock down.
So now, I have a lot of time, and that’s what I was looking for, wasn’t I?
I started the Lock down pumped.
Taking part in a couple of online writing sprints added a couple of thousand words to my work in progress (WIP).
It took me a while, but I created a temporary work station, seeing as the dining table I usually used for prolonged writing was now commandeered as a workspace for my working-from-home Hubby Dearest, and the only other desks were in kids bedrooms and they were in use for distance learning.
And I managed to finally set up my WIP story map board. I used it for my first book, and it helped me plan events and timelines within the book, so I did the same with this one.
Then I went through and updated my Character bible, because many of the characters overlap, and some develop more in book two, and there were new focus characters to add.
I even had tentative titles for the next two books.
Then I hit a brick wall.
Not only was I dealing with the Lock down, and ensuring two children were accessing their school-work regularly, constantly disinfecting surfaces, keeping spirits up for Hubby Dearest who was suffering cabin fever whilst working from home, I also had my work stress.
You see, I’m a teacher, and yes, schools are closed, but that doesn’t mean no work for teachers. Here in the UK schools were kept open as hubs for those listed as keyworkers to be able to leave their children for childcare, while they go about their essential jobs. I had a rota, where I would go in and spend the day with these children, and the rest of the time, devising and adding work for my class to access online. Then marking, and doing online training, attending webinars to keep us in the loop with the constant changes.
It messed with my head a lot. And my creativity with it.
And now, I am faced with the prospect of going back on the 1st of June, to work with a small group of my class, if the government and our dear BoJo deems it safe for schools to begin partial opening.
So, how much writing have I done?
Well, I’ve tried to stay creative, by writing A Story A Day in May, and some of the prompts have even got me some new scenes which I can use in my WIP.
And my WIP has increased by around eight thousand words. But my mind has not been in the right place to really get into it
But I will.
For my characters, as they have stories to tell.
For my readers because they want to know more.
For me, because I know there are other books in me that want to come out.
‘Chickpea Curry’ Lit — Chick Lit with an Indian twist!
It all started ended with that box…
Aashi’s life was all set.
Or so she thought.
Like in the Bollywood films, Ravi would woo her, charm her family and they’d get married and live happily ever after.
But then Aashi found the empty condom box…
Putting her ex-fiancé and her innocence behind her, Aashi embarks upon an enlightening journey, to another country, where vibrant memories are created, and unforgettable friendships forged.
A U T H O R B I O
Ritu Bhathal was born in Birmingham in the mid-1970s to migrant parents, hailing from Kenya but with Indian origin. Ritu’s colourful background has been a constant source of inspiration to her.
From childhood, she always enjoyed reading. This love of books is credited to her mother. The joy of reading spurred her on to become creative in her writing, from fiction to poetry. Winning little writing competitions at
school and locally encouraged her to continue writing.
As a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and teacher, she has drawn on inspiration from many avenues to create the poems that she writes. A qualified teacher, having studied at Kingston University, she now deals with classes of children as a sideline to her writing!
Ritu also writes a blog, http://www.butismileanyway.com, a mixture of life and creativity, thoughts and opinions, which was
awarded first place in the Best Overall Blog Category at the 2017 Annual
Bloggers Bash Awards, and Best Book Blog in 2019.
Ritu is happily married and living in Kent, with her Hubby Dearest, and two children, not forgetting the fur baby Sonu Singh.
F i n d M e:
Social Media Profiles
Blog Website: http://www.butismileanyway.com
And by clicking the following link, you get to my author profile on Amazon
Thanks for being a guest, Ritu! Your story sounds like a must read!
Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. I’m back today after a long week of working and editing. I’m still trying to whittle my story down to a respectable word count without editing the voice out of it. 😉
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Anyway, as I was scrolling through my feed on Facebook, I came across a friend of mine who works in a store that happens to still be open, and a customer arrived without a mask and started ranting about Covid-19. She stated the virus isn’t as deadly as the media has portrayed and she has had it twice. The first time she had the sniffles and the second time she had a headache. She never got tested because her symptoms weren’t bad enough to warrant a test, but she KNOWS she had the virus.
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My friend was frustrated with this woman because while she respects her right to voice her opinion, she doesn’t have the right to come into her store and spread her germs to the other patrons. This woman coughed several times without covering her mouth so she could help with the “herd immunity.” It’s at this point I’m stepping up on my soapbox because this woman’s actions hit a nerve.
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First, who appointed her the patron saint of the “herd immunity?” Also, did she ask if anyone else wanted her germs before she coughed them into the atmosphere? Many people have loved ones who are at a high risk for this virus. The way I understand it, you could have the virus without any symptoms and spread it that way.
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The point I’m trying to make is, this person certainly has the right to her opinion, but she doesn’t have the right to inflict her beliefs, germs, what have you on the rest of us. I don’t want to catch the virus. I know people who have had it and it is no joke. It’s painful and many people are dying from it.
It’s people like this woman who have created the need for the quarantine order. How do you fight against total ignorance?
I get it. I know this quarantine is hard, but just the thought of someone in my family getting sick because I didn’t take the quarantine seriously upsets me. So, I do it for them. I don’t want my boys or hubby, or my mother, or siblings getting this virus because I refused to believe in it.
There are many theories floating around and politicians pointing fingers and lying. Don’t listen to them. Listen to the doctors and people who’ve had the virus. It is real and it’s deadly.
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So, the point I’m trying to make is let’s try to be considerate of everyone and when we have to go out in public, wear a mask even if you believe the virus is a conspiracy. Wearing a mask isn’t hard to do and it protects you and your family as well as the other patrons in the store. I mean what if all the conspiracy theorists find out they’re wrong and the virus is real? What then?
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Thanks for stopping by and reading my post! I appreciate it. Do you have any opinions about the conspiracy theory? Leave a comment! I love to hear from you!
To all you awesome Moms out there! Have an amazing Mother’s Day!