Top Ten Things Not to Do In a Bookstore #JusJoJan


Fun to read! Still, don’t forget any of these “Top Ten” the next time you’re off to your local bookstore! Thanks, John!

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This list is inspired by observing some pretty unusual things on visits to bookstores. I hope you enjoy it.

Top Ten Things Not to do In a Bookstore

10 In a bookstore, do not set up a Coleman lantern next to the most comfortable chair. If you do, at best you will tip-off the store personnel that you intend to overnight. At worst, once set up there is no way you can leave the chair without someone else jumping into your spot.(That double shot low foam latte is now calling on you for relief)

9 In a bookstore, do not decide to skim through a couple of rare books while eating a brownie. If you do, at best you’ll be able to avoid discovery of the brown frosting spot on page 121. At worst, you are now looking at buying a book whose price tag makes your monthly food expense…

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Babies Almost Due!


Babies of Two, is almost due! Take a peek it’s really true. Pre-order today. Kindle delivery November 1 @ Amazon hospital USA. Maddie and Mollie are slipping and sliding into a brand new world where open arms and beating hearts await them. A story to make you laugh and cry.  Filled with heart and humor. amazon.com/author/2babiesauthor.  Hard cover available in December.

Babies of Two Now in Labor


Babies of Two!  

Yes, it’s true, I’m a grandmother to twins.  Can you imagine?  Well, I did!  After fifteen years I’ve written my 17th picture book  http://wp.me/p41md8-2tk.   Babies of Two is told from the perspective of adorable baby twins shortly before birth.  What do they see?  What do they do?  So much fun for me and you!

Take a new peek to read lyrical lines while delighting in waves of wonder illustrated by the talented Alisa Belzil.  A book from our hearts to yours filled with love and giggles, tears and wiggles.  For children and generations to share forevermore.

Babies of Two is available for pre-adoption on Kindle at Amazon.com with a due date of November 1st.   A mirror image  printed in hard cover will be swaddled around the first of December.

Copyright 2015 by Kim Gosselin

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One + One = Two


Well, today’s the day.  An official announcement from me.  Oh sure, I’ve left clues.  A few l.e.t.t.e.r.s here or a couple of words there.  But, never an official announcement.  Not from me.  Not here…until today.

After 15 years, yes fifteen I’ve taken the plunge.  I’m proud to let my WordPress family know that I’ve written a new children’s picture book entitled, Babies of Two.

So how did this all come to be?  Many months ago during the whisper of a winter’s chill, words tapped upon my computer keys.  A story to be.  After printing pages out, I read them aloud to my wee granddaughter who giggled with glee.  “Again, Grandma, again,” she shouted.  Grabbing the sleeve of my arm, she added, “Let me see, let me see!”  Alas, no pictures from me…..

Within days, I came across a WordPress blog where an enchanting illustration captured my attention.  Posted by the talented artist Alisa Belzil, was a delightful illustration of a precocious little girl dressed in a yellow raincoat splish-splashing in puddles of mud.  Dancing above her head were droplets of rain cheerfully painted in water-color blue. Sadly, the child had no words to say….

From there fate stepped in to begin my journey with Alisa.  1+1=2.  Could this really be true?  What should I do?  As they say, ‘the rest is history.’  Writing is a great love of mine that plopped into my lap many moons ago.  Still, I haven’t published a book in over twenty years.  At the same time, Alisa had never designed or illustrated a book before Babies of Two.  Is it fair to say, we both had a lot to learn?

Alisa is an amazing artist, designer and illustrator.  Most of which I knew from the start, but there was something else hidden beyond her sketch pad and pots of paint.   A common bond between the two of us.  Month after month we focused our passion on the process with one goal in mind, to make our book the very best it could possibly be.  After that, our golden pot at the end of the rainbow was to win the hearts of children and caregivers through heart and humor with sprinkles of love throughout every page.

In the beginning of this project I hoped for pictures to go with words.  At the end, I have a trusted friend.  Yes, I still have trouble unzipping files.  But, I’ve always been very good at math.  1+1=2!

Babies of Two will soon have a special delivery.  They’re available for pre-adoption at Amazon.com, with a due date of November 1st.    Amazon.com/author/2babiesauthor

 

*Please visit Alisa Belzil’s amazing WordPress site at https://sweetafternoons.wordpress.com/ tune into Annette Rochelle Alben’s live radio show (another favorite blogger) this Friday from 1:30-2pm EDT, where I am honored to be her guest. http://www.blogtalkradio.com/themagichappens/2015/10/09/kim-gosselin-and-babies-of-two-on-tell-me-a-story.

Copyright 2015 by Kim Gosselin

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Dads With Little Lambs


In only a couple of weeks, days really, my father will visit from Arizona.  It will be the first chance that he’s had to meet four new great-grand-babies.  Four!  What will he say to faces smiling up at him so new and bright?  How will he feel rocking babes to sleep at night?

There are periods I long for my father’s presence.  Times when I wish he lived closer in order to pop in unexpectedly with my grand-girls.  The oldest at three, might show him her latest trick learned at gymnastics class.  Perhaps she’d stir invisible tea in a pink plastic cup or read books from her imagination?  A younger toddler would reach for him with both arms, begging to be picked up while baby twins would giggle and smile.  But, only for a while…..

My father will be here to celebrate his only great-grandson’s first birthday.  My son and daughter-in-law are having a small, barn-themed children’s party with a petting zoo.  Nothing big… a few baby animals.  Pink piglets with yellow fluffy chicks behind a fence of white.  Although, I do think there may be a woolly lamb that kids can actually touch with anxious little hands.

Recently, I told my father about his great-grandson’s birthday party while we chatted over the phone.  “Petting Zoo?” he stumbled, never having heard the term before.

It’s the little things I miss about having my dad so near.  It took me at least five minutes to explain the definition of a Petting Zoo.  And, just when I thought he understood, jokes came jostling over the line.  My dad has a very dry sense of humor.   Oftentimes, only his grown children can begin to understand it!

Below is an example of the conversation that followed.

“Wait a minute,” Dad said.  “A ‘Petting Zoo?  I don’t get it.  Will the kids be riding the lamb?”

“No, Dad,” None of the kids will be riding the lamb.

“Is there a small saddle, just in case?”

“I don’t think so,” I answered, chuckling. 

Sigh.  “Then, what does the lamb do?

“Nothing, Dad.  It’s for children to pet,” I answered, firmly. 

“Pet?”  What good is that?”

“Kids love animals, Dad.  They like to pet them.”

“They do?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.

“Yes, Dad.  I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, Honey.  Sure am looking forward to seeing you!  Hey, don’t worry about the saddle.  They’ve got them all over Phoenix.  I’ll ask around and bring one that will fit that little lamb, just right.”

“Okay, Dad, you do that.  Love you.”

“Love you too, Honey.  See you soon!”

*As my oldest grand-daughter would say, “Silly Great-Grandpa!”

 

 

Prayers for “Doodle” Dog


Upon returning from vacation last Saturday evening, I learned of my beloved “Doodle” dog’s injury. Opening the door to plop overstuffed bags down on my entry tile floor, a familiar howl of excitement greeted me.  There he was!  A fluffy white head cocked to the side as if to say, “Where have you been?  “Why did you leave me?”

Doodles did not jump upon my leg in order to be petted or picked-up as expected …a telltale sign.  Instead, dark eyes stared wide and open, misty even…pleading in puppy-dog communication.  His nose, normally jet black and moist to the touch appeared coca-brown, uneven in color.  Bending down for a kiss, it felt warm and slightly rough upon my lips gentle brush.  A few seconds later, Doodles limped away from me.

It was midnight, what could I do?  Doodles lay upon my bed the whole night through.  A few hours later, the first appointment available was made at the vet for 10:00 pm.  There was nothing to be done except to make him as comfortable as possible and wait.  Sunday near midnight, I learned of the extent of Doodles injury.  In fairness to our pet sitter, she texted me earlier in the week to let me know that he had been running when suddenly he stopped with a short yelp.  Afterwards, he started limping.  It wasn’t her fault and she certainly didn’t know how serious it was.  Accidents happen.

My dog-baby has completely torn most of the ligaments in his left-rear leg and blown his ACL.  I’d like to believe otherwise, but most likely he will need surgery.  An appointment is made to see a specialist and surgeon early next week.  Until then, he’s on medication, sleeping on a fuzzy fleece bed to the side of my half-moon desk.

Normally, I take this kind of news in stride except Doodles has already had two surgeries on a different leg at two different times for the same reason.  Two surgeries, two months of rehab (each), lots of $$$$ with a tremendous risk, a lot of pain, and no guarantees…ever.  I’m used to living with “Chronic Conditions,” but my “Doodle” dog?  Ironic it is and yet….not so much.   So, here I go again, what to do?

Doodles is a member of my family.  He rises with me in the dawn of morn to sit beneath my desk until the dusk of night.  He follows behind me trotting to the coffee pot, not caring if my bathrobe is scraggly or that my hair isn’t combed.  He cherishes a ride in my convertible and loves to feel wind whisper fluffy white fur atop his cotton candy head. Glancing at him in side view mirrors, a smile spreads across my face to see such euphoria.  Each passing car toots a horn at the sight of such pooch delight!

During each and every day, Doodles sits upon my lap to watch fingers tap letters from black keys, cocking his head in wonder as they move up and down.  Sometimes a fresh groomed paw will push them away, stopping the flow.  When it does, I scoop him up.

With a furry body of four long legs together with tender paws, we seek an adventure in the out of doors.  Together, we breathe fresh air deep into our lungs while feeling the warmth of the sun.  He stops to sniff hidden scents under dark green shrubbery along chipped sidewalk paths of poured cement while walking on a leash, frayed and painted in our team of “Cardinal” red.  Happy, he is.

That’s all I want for my “Doodle” dog.  Happiness…and to live and walk again without an ounce of pain.

 

 

The Magic Glass


Before I left Arizona last week, I saw my Great-Aunt one last time to say, “Good-By.”  I picked her up from my relative’s house where she lived and slept.  She had combed her short blonde hair pretty and straight, scrubbing her face shiny to glow in the sun.  “Are you ready, Aunt Shirley?”  “Oh, heaven’s yes,” she answered,  her sparkling blue eyes twinkling.

As we drove to one of her favorite restaurants in town, we passed familiar cactus in the wide open desert together with several stray dogs roaming on the street.  Aunt Shirley’s frail hands were folded in her lap.  She fidgeted, knowing it was our last visit, for this trip at least.  When would I be coming back?  That’s what she was thinking, as I read her silent senior mind. My visits were one of the things that she most looked forward to.

It’s hard for me to leave, harder still for her to see me go.  At 88 years old, she gets lonely. She is loved where she lives it is true, but for her, it is nearly the same every day.  She can no longer see well enough to read her dear books or to be independent. She is unable to drive her fanciful convertible car, or even to simply walk her beloved dog, Bunky.  Yet she is not one to ever complain.  She’s lived a good life.  She lives it still.

We stopped at a restaurant she most frequents named, J.B’s.  It has a Senior menu that offers a little of everything. Aunt Shirley is very frail, and as usual, wasn’t very hungry.  I mulled over the menu for a minute.  Ordering for her was a challenge as I was forever trying to fatten her up.  A nice waitress came by with a smile on her face and a pony tail in her hair with a big blue bow.  She brought us water and coffee with cream.  “Ahhhh!” There on the menu was the perfect picture of an item for someone not hungry, yet one that needed calories.  A malted milkshake!  “We’ll share it, please,” I said to the nice girl, the one with the big blue bow in her hair.  “I’d like it extra thick, made with hot fudge and malted milk powder if you have it.”  She smiled at me, glancing at Aunt Shirley while writing on her green tablet with a red colored pen.

Soon the waitress came back with a tall clear fountain glass. It was spilling over the brim, dripping with scoops of chocolate ice cream, chocolate-colored milk, and hot fudge.  She brought an extra matching glass, two striped straws wrapped in paper, and extra long silver spoons that clinked against the glasses.  I started to pour half of the drink into Aunt Shirley’s glass before beginning to laugh.  One clear glass was nearly full with the delicious confection while the other was still rising to the top!  How could it be? It seemed to be never ending!!!

I examined my fountain glass like a science experiment, stirring it up with an extra long spoon.  Was I missing something?  Was it a bottomless glass?  I peered at my Aunt to see her expression.  She pondered me, her eyes wide with wonder, her pink lips parting in a smile.  We laughed. Was this a joke or something?  Then we gave up.  We drank our milkshakes, held hands, lived and loved.  Our perfect ending to the perfect visit.

It was The Magic Glass.