You know what it feels like when you’ve neglected a commitment for so long that…

This is a favourite  postcard* I purchased fifteen years ago on my first trip to Portugal. I call it “woman waiting.”

What or who is she waiting for?

Is she waiting for the letter I haven’t written? For a visit, I promised but haven’t made the time to commit an hour? For her child that hasn’t come home in a very long time.

I wrote this short story with thoughts of longing and desperation.

They used to have pictures on milk carton

by Annette Bower©

Today, I’m at the cenotaph until the sun sets or my toes freeze.

“Please look at my picture, maybe you’ve seen my son. My boy.”  Women stop when I beg. If they shake their heads too quickly, I can’t grab their coat sleeves. They might call the police again. Who would be afraid of your mother? My face is all wrinkles and I’m thinner than I used to be.

When they ask about you, I tell them that you weren’t a beggar, you were an entertainer. When people liked what they heard they slipped coins into your case. I tell them that you knew when you were pitied. I tell them that you played your guitar over by those trees during the summer before you went away.

It’s sunny today, but the wind is cold enough to bite the tail off a dog. I should have worn more than two pairs of pants. I got new gloves, the kind where my fingers stick out until I flip up the cover. The coat from the shelter is warm but if I bundle up too much those passing by won’t look at me.

“Sir, sir, excuse me. Please look at my picture. Have you seen him? He’s changed. He’s older. I need to find him.”

Every day this man walks by me, with his head down and never looks at me. I know you’re not like him. You’d stop and speak with an old woman.

There’s this nice young woman who brings me a coffee and doughnut every working day. She gave me these gloves. One day she took one of your pictures and when she came back she’d made a dozen copies. I was so happy, I cried. They blow away if I forget to put them under a stone. Sometimes some of the young kids in the park tease me and I leave in a hurry, then I miss seeing her. When I find you, I’ll introduce you to her. She’d make a fine daughter-in-law.

Remember how we used to enjoy the cathedral bells calling the faithful to worship. Some days if I close my eyes, I can feel your little hand curled in my palm. We would run up the steps and then side by side we were coloured by the sunbeams through the stained glass windows. And when the organist played and the choir sang, you asked me if this is heaven.

Since you’ve been gone, I tried showing some of the ladies in the congregation your picture, the bishop suggested I leave. They parishioners were uncomfortable.

I’ll turn eighty-five in a few days, son. I wish you’d write or come home. I had to move. I left our address and a copy of your picture with the new owner so if you drop by she’ll recognize you. I’ve put your books on the shelf and your t-shirts are in the closet.

One day, I’ll call to a man and he’ll stop, look, and say, “That’s me…Mom?”

for joining me on my blog today.

Published: “They Used to Put Pictures on Milk Cartons.” the Society March 2010: 8

*postcard: foto: N. Kustos art & concept: G.A. Wittich




Drop in at Chapters, Regina on Feb. 11, 2017 and say “hello.”

I’m looking forward to having copies of Fearless Destiny for sale at Chapters and Woman of Substance and Moving On, too.

Chapters/Indigo was considerate to offer me the opportunity to sign close to Valentine’s Day. I look forward to seeing many friends and new customers during this time.

Wishing all of you moments of togetherness during this month of

My Goddess Fish Book Review Stops #5 and #6 and the winners

Today is the last day. It’s over.


The Reading Addict E.L.F. 3.5 stars.

“There are lots of nice elements in this contemporary romance that provides a thought-provoking look at the obstacles faced by those with physical handicaps.”


Romantic Fanatic: by Brave One

“This was such a great romance,  there were parts of this story that I didn’t see coming. At the start I didn’t think this is where the story was going to go.”

a 5* review


Thank you everyone who dropped in on the hosts websites, shared a Facebook Post, tweeted, pinned etc.

Good luck in the draw. I will post the winners as soon as Goddess Fish lets me know who the winners are.

Celebrating the winners

The winner of the participant prize for a gift certificate to Amazon or B/N is Susan M.

The winner of the host prize for a gift certificate to Amazon or B/N is Romantic Fanatic.

Both prizes have been claimed.

Thank you again everyone who supported me in so very many ways.

I’m at a virtual party all weekend

It’s a Party and you’re all welcome


One well placed ‘No’ changed Tiffany’s life. When Will is in her life she finds a way.

Fearless Destiny is all dressed up and tempting readers with pictures and tidbits of information.

A New Year calls for a new life

Don’t drive by stalled cars on the highway. You never know who needs you.

“Tiff, did you see the demonstration against the mine and the boom?”

Women with substance discussed Woman of Substance

Woman of Substance appeared in all her glory projecting her trailer for all to see.

Woman of Substance by me, Annette Bower and not Barbara Taylor Bradford


Moving On hasn’t shown up yet. She’s waiting for tomorrow and she’ll be there in all of her glory.

Time for this writer to slip under the covers.

Good morning, here is the link to my post this morning. I learned that food doesn’t play as big a role in my novels as it does for some authors who love sharing recipes.

What do we serve for snacks during the morning of a party?

And why do you write sweet, dear Annette?

I love this book trailer for my novel Moving On

The cover for Fearless Destiny is designed to invite you on a road trip

When your parents tell you they’ve finished your book.

We came and now it is time to leave. Thank you all for joining us at this New Year’s party.