My December Newsletter provides a gift to you.
In my November Newsletter I hope the Christmas letter will come back into style in order for us to hear from family and friends near and far that they are okay through all of the restrictions to keep us safe until the majority of the world population can be vaccinated against the COVID-19 virus.
These letters are like a message in a bottle, they usually declare successes of family or losses throughout the year. I have a few friends who carried on with the tradition, while I had fallen off. In fact, usually my cards arrived long after the holiday season or perhaps not at all. This year I am going to be different. I will begin earlier and walk to the post office outlet so that Adam, the postal employee, can drop the cards in his sorting containers ready for the Canada Post truck driver to pick them up and deliver to the main post office building for sorting and shipping. If you don’t hear from me, know we are well and coping in spirit.
On this Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, I have much to be thankful for.
Click on the link above and read an article written by Ashley Martin in the QC which is a supplement of the LeaderPost.com/QC A Leader-Post Publication, printed and distributed on October 08, 2020.
The last line that missed the scanner, is “just a slow burn.”
The title is: Author Offers Sweet Stories. Annette Bower writes non-traditional romance novels
I was pleased and honoured to be contacted by Ashley Martin and asked if she could write an article about me. Of course, I said yes. We were going to meet in a socially distanced space but decided to have a phone conversation instead. She has quoted me in several places.
Someone suggested that I scan the article and put it on my blog to provide opportunities to those who do not receive the paper to read it.
Today, I went to Staples and did just that.
Thank you for reading about me and my writing journey.
Picture inside of me on my Townie Bike by Brandon Harder.
Picture above and picture on the front of the article by Sherry Shamblin
Anyone need a hug?
One question was? Are these your granddaughters? The answer is no. This is a stock photo my newsletter guru found. But they look so happy. The day will return when we can hug again, until then we need to remember these feelings.
When my children were young I used to hug them to fill up my hug well. My well is getting pretty dry. I can hug my husband and I’m one of the lucky ones to have someone in my household who will hold me and I can hold him back.
I write about hugs in Ponytails and Promises. During my life and my research I have come to realize that not everyone wants to have a stranger or even a friend or colleague cross over into their intimate space.
I’ve often thought of people who live alone and might be skin starved for touch. I believe that is why woman may go to the hair stylist often and join communities that do shake hands a lot, or at least used to before the pandemic.
I enjoy writing because it give me the opportunity to research about so very many different things.
“Extra. Extra. Read all about it.” It was a call years ago before many households had radios and TVs were available. Newspaper publishers printed extra editions when exciting news-breaking events happened, and the men and boys sold those copies on corners.
It sounds like a simpler time, a perhaps more romantic time. Still, it was also a rough time for the newspaper boys, who were usually homeless and, according to research, had to purchase their papers before they sold them and could not afford any unsold copies.
Today, it takes permission and planning for a newsletter to reach inboxes. I thank you for those who have signed up and who open and read my news.
You can sign up on my home page, read from a link on my author Facebook page or simply click through here.