Mary J. McCoy-Dressel

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    • Memories #WordlessWednesday

      Posted at 6:49 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on July 10, 2019

      Posted in #WritersLife, Wordless Wednesday | 6 Comments | Tagged #AuthorLife, #WordlessWednesday, #WritersLife, Allegheny Mountains, family, Mary J McCoy-Dressel, memories, Pennsylvania
    • A Time For Remembering #MFRWauthor

      Posted at 8:48 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on January 12, 2018

      #MFRWauthor 52-Week Blog Challenge Blog Hop

      Week 2: My Earliest Memory

      This isn’t a good topic for me. My earliest clear memory was a sad episode involving two young lives—mine and my youngest and only living brother. It had a lasting effect on both of us. However, I didn’t know he remembered it until later years. This isn’t the early memory I’ll write about today.

      For this topic, today I’ll go with an earlier memory that happened before the one mentioned previously. For this memory, I have a blurred vision of being on a porch at about two years old. (according to pictures) My dad and favorite uncle were there. I see myself sitting on a high post above the railing around the porch. Maybe my dad held on to me, because after all, it was a post. I’m picturing my dad in a white t-shirt and my uncle in a button-up shirt.

       Mary J McCoy-Dressel, Western Romance, Week 2 Earlies Memory, Blog Hop Challenge

      I remember laughing, but I would if my dad and favorite uncle were there. My uncle Eddie was a funny man until the day he passed away. My cousin takes after him. I know I wanted down from the post. If my memory is correct, my uncle lifted me down. As a little girl, I always wanted to be around he and my dad when they were together.

      At the time, my older brother by nine years must’ve been around somewhere. He and I would’ve been the only kids in the family, not counting my other uncle “Up North” who had three kids by then. This is an uneventful and boring memory, but picturing myself laughing at such a young age, can’t be bad.

      It’s funny how every now and then flashes of a memory pop into our heads—some of which are triggered by scent. The smell of Chanel No 5 perfume reminds me of my maternal grandmother. The smell of asphalt reminds me of walking to school one day and seeing a dog lying on the ground near where men were laying asphalt. The dog had gotten into hot asphalt.  😦  Crayons remind me of both going to school and then working in school. In life, there are things we don’t want to remember but we do.

      Albeit, there are some things we don’t want to forget…but sadly, we do.

      I’m curious to learn about other early memories. You too? Come along and visit the Marketing for Romance Writers BLOG HOP website with links to the other participants.

      Y’all can share your memories below.

      I’m in the middle of revising and cutting half a book so I can add another book to it to make a new second edition. I’ll catch up with your blogs this week. I haven’t forgotten you.

       

      Photo credits: Pixabay (Except for the MFRW Blog Challenge Logo.)

      Posted in #AmWriting, #MFRWauthor, 52-week blog challenge | 14 Comments | Tagged #AmWriting, #MFRWauthor, 52 Week Challenge, A Time for Remembering, blog hop, Marketing for Romance Writers, mary j mccoy dressel, memories, My Earliest Memory
    • Greeting Card Overload Equals A Lifetime Of Memories

      Posted at 12:02 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on September 7, 2015

      Earlier, I had posted a blog about writing love letters. It reminded me of the greeting cards I’ve saved throughout the years. If I had love letters, trust me, they’d be saved.

      As I began cleaning out ‘stuff’ to move, I came across a box with greeting cards I’ve saved over the years. I compiled them all into a box, and wrote a note on the outside to my sons who will one day have to go through that box. (*Maybe) The cards represent the many people who have loved, or cared for me, for one reason or another.

      They go back as far as my early adult years—starting with wedding congratulations, high school graduation cards, and college graduation cards. (I graduated as an adult with children.)

      Also included are “welcome new baby cards,” homemade/purchased birthday cards, and wedding anniversary cards. Oh, of course I have a multitude of ❤ Valentine’s Day ❤ cards. I have many from my best friend—who is still my best friend. I have funny, sad, and photo cards. Of course, you can’t live a life without sympathy cards involved, too.

      This isn’t to say I’ve saved every single card I’ve ever received.

      One in particular stands out. A handmade card that came straight from someone I knew in prison. The card is absolutely gorgeous, and was created by an artist who made cards for inmates—an inmate himself.

      My goal has always been to make a large collage out of those cards that show me as a wife—an ex-wife once and a widow another time. Therefore, I have step-mom cards from my second marriage. Cards that show me as a mom, aunt, niece, sister, friend, teacher. Many are from people who have passed away.

      I told my youngest son if I made them into a collage, he could show it at my funeral instead of making a photo board. Of course, if they do make a photo board, I’d instruct them to add all my book covers. 🙂 That’s a big part of my life so I believe it would be necessary. Do you agree?

      Everyone can look at my sexy cowboys and maybe not be sad because I died. I might be off to cowboy Heaven for all I know.

      This collage is a visual in my head. It might be on a big poster board, or maybe something sturdier. I’d cut out the reason for the card, be it mom, wife, etc. Then, I’d cut out who the card was from and add it beside the title of the card. I’ve loved creating photo collages for a long time, so this would be easy and fun. After the collage was finished, it could be laminated so it’d last. Depending on how it was made, it could even go into a frame. I know there are sites online where you can do Scrapbooking. Maybe I could also do a collage online instead. It isn’t like I have time to scan all those cards, though.

      Why bother? The collage would be more important to me than anyone else, so after I was gone, they could trash it along with the funeral flowers if they chose.

      file000695143241My youngest son and his girlfriend recently helped me get my storage tubs and smaller items moved before my movers came for the heavy load. I showed my boy’s girlfriend the box of cards. Her reaction surprised me…

      Her grandmother had recently passed away and she told me that she and her family had to go through every card, letter, and pieces of old, saved mail, etc., and trash it all. “No one will want to go through that stuff,” she said. In reality, she’s right because as I said, the cards are more important to me. *Hmm, on some cold winter day, I’ll create the collage for myself. No harm in letting it hang on the wall for a time. If I get sick of looking at it, the Dumpster is right down at the end of my parking lot.

      What do you do with Greeting Cards?

      • Do you save all of your greeting cards?
      • Are you choosier about the ones you do save?
      • Do you save them at all?
      • For a long time?
      • A short time?

      Is it just me?

      My son says I’m weird. Does this make me “weird”?

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      Thanks for stopping by today. 🙂

      Moving Van Photo: http://morguefile.com/, Greeting Card #1 Photo credit: © Retro Clipart | Dreamstime.com, Greeting Card #2 Photo credit: © Vladimir Ovchinnikov | Dreamstime.com

      Posted in #AmWriting | 19 Comments | Tagged #AuthorsLife, christmas, collage, Contemporary Western Romance stories, cowboys, Easter, family, friends, greeting cards, Halloween, mary j mccoy dressel, memories, Romance, valentine's day
    • Memories, Books, and Numbers~ Not in That Order

      Posted at 4:57 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on June 26, 2015

      Somewhere in this blog post I’ll be writing something I’ve never written before. Bear with me—I’ll get there.

      In the meantime, I’ve been busy packing and organizing. Sounds easier than it really is. Yeah, either still or again. I’m all set now. Hard to believe I did all this while being sick. Sick in a weird way because there were/are times when I can go about working for a couple hours. Both of these facts are beginning to sound like old news. Still sick. Still packing. Life goes on.

      Of course, you all know I published a book through all this, too. I pat myself on the back for that. This book has been a challenge in many ways. Publishing it showed me no mercy, either, because it was a day I didn’t feel well.

       

       

       

      Back to packing.

      So many memories were found and old wounds opened. Some of the bad ones went into the shredder. Trust me, it’s possible. Some of the good memories will remain with me physically and in spirit forever. One thing that stood out and nearly brought tears to my eyes…okay, it did—was a poem I wrote to my “first love” and it covered every decade since we had met. This decade didn’t make it into the poem.

      100_2998Heartwarming memories came upon finding lots of greeting cards from special people. I saved so many cards from my kids. I’ve packed them all in a box. I even stuck some photos of them as kids in there, and some photos of myself. I’m not vain, but after all, when they go through this, I won’t be around. My boys had this picture taken before my oldest son moved to CA. I keep the picture of them as youngsters with it now. They are in reverse order in the small image.

      IMG_20150514_073316My two boys are one reason I started having photos taken of myself. At one time I didn’t. Do you? Once, I read an article about a wife/mother who neveIMG_20150514_073423r had her picture taken; therefore there were no photo memories for her family. This article was written by her husband. Maybe it was “Dear Abby.” So, I’m taking care of that. I even added some of when I was a kid. Some cards were from when they were born. Apparently, I’m a saver, and I have dragged them along with me through various moves. LOL Admittedly, I didn’t save all of them.

       

      When I get moved, I might go through some of the items and “organize” again. It’s easier to stack empty storage tubs. I’ll have a big storage/laundry room in my apartment, so there is room. It will get small real fast once moving these items into said storage room takes place.

      Next step in moving.

       

      morgueFile

      morgueFile

      Who will move me? I talked with two popular moving companies, but my son said he had planned on moving my stuff for me. My oldest son offered to travel from California to help. Looks like I’m set there too. Now, it’s a matter of waiting for the move-in date. Jeez, this is a lot of rambling about moving. Hope I didn’t lose anyone.

       

       

      About that first paragraph above…

       

      How do I put this without sounding like I’m tooting my own horn, but in reality, I am tooting my own horn. Remember, I said how challenging my current book was to write and publish? It was all worth it, for yesterday when I went to one of my book pages to tweet it, I saw this on the middle of the page. See that cute little red sign beneath Of the Cowboy’s Own Accord? That says Best Seller. For two days I hung out at #2 and hoped for the #1 spot, but didn’t think it would happen. Sorry, my phone camera sucks. I should have used my iPad.

       

      best seller pic 2

      In a rush, I tried to get my fingers to work and go to my book page then to the category page to see for myself. It has also been #1 in Hot New Releases in the same category.

      It still said #2, but changed almost immediately to #1 Best Seller. I was so happy I literally cried. Literally! Sure, it’s Amazon Best Seller in Contemporary Western Fiction, but all I see is #1 Best Seller and it was/is a big deal to me.

      Number #1 Best Seller is something I’ve never written before. All of my books have ranked in this category, and most are still there but to see this book in the number #1 spot warmed my heart more than I can even describe. Today it was still there, but now is knocked down to number #3. I’ve noticed it varies throughout the day as the page gets updated maybe hourly. I have a couple big promos coming up, so I can only hope to get back there. Either way, I am going to proudly say that Of the Cowboy’s Own Accord is a #1 Amazon Best Seller in Contemporary Western Fiction.

      Thanks for reading.

      Posted in #AmWriting, Of the Cowboy's Own Accord | 11 Comments | Tagged #AmWriting, Best Seller, Contemporary Western Fiction, cowboys, Double Dutch Ranch Series Love at First Sight, mary j mccoy dressel, memories, moving
    • Capture Your Moment

      Posted at 3:08 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on May 30, 2013
      Painted under an overpass alone the Kalamazoo River

      Painted under an overpass along the Kalamazoo River

      I’m a writer. Yes, we all know that, and most of you know I’m into photography, too. This is something I do for fun, not money. My heroine in the Bull Rider Series is a photographer. Not just by coincidence.  Her view finder is filled with a cowboy. Wish mine was. But, I digress.

      Equipment:

      My best camera is a DSLR Canon Rebel T3i. (Digital Single Lens Reflex) This is not my dream camera, but a camera I’m happy with for now. Prior to this I used a 35mm Canon Rebel film camera. I loved that camera so much. I have many lenses and filters, and other accessories. IMG_0536 2Thankfully, it all transferred over to my new Canon—my reason for purchasing the same kind of camera.

      Of course, the problem today is if you don’t use a digital camera, you’re stuck in the dark ages. You know that place—the place that existed when everyone put their pictures in real book albums, and not the Internet. Even when I used film, I kept a small digital with me.

      On my last trip to California—my small digital quit working. It worked on the plane.

      Somewhere between here and there.

      Somewhere between here and there.

      I took pictures out the window. Okay, I’m one of those people. I discovered this in the airport in San Francisco while waiting for a hopper to go farther north to where my son lives. Here I was on vacation and going to a beautiful place without a camera! Fortunately, my son had an extra one that was better than mine. Yay!

      When I returned home I went back to an old digital with hardly any special features, but at least I had a camera along with two memory cards, extra batteries, and a case.

      I have another new Canon now, a point and shoot. It has lots of options and is small enough to drop into my purse—a gift from my oldest son.

      Creativity:

      Being a creative person, I love creative photography—not only to snap a picture because it’s something to take a picture of—but to look for something different in an everyday occurrence. My advice to capture creative photos is to start looking at things in a different way.

      In an old life, I’d I walk along a river trail with my camera. There’s always something to see and so often I’d hit the shutter button. See an old fallen tree? Look close. I found one once… The way it had fallen against another tree, it looked like tree “A” was holding tree “B” in its limbs. (arms) See, that darn romance writer muse slips out all the time. Trees embracing! Kinky.

      Capture the Moment:

      A few years ago I took a photography class called “Capture the Moment.” It was one of the best classes I ever had! Field trips with this class was all kinds of fun and a great learning experience. The instructor taught us how to take pictures creatively. My instructor had an expensive DSLR—my dream camera—my goal.

      Kalamazoo River

      Along with creative photography, I like nature photography. That’s why the river trail was so awesome. Things along the river are always changing—trees fall, water rises, or goes down, and colors change. It can be dry and brown or pretty Kelly green. Yes, in this climate, there is also snow and ice. The river trail used to be my favorite place to take pictures at that time in my life. Then this happened. I’ve since moved.   ↓

      Kalamazoo River

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      Allegheny Mountains:

      Allegheny River & Mountains Tidioute, PA

      When I had a place in the Allegheny National Forest in Pennsylvania, I loved taking pictures of sunsets dropping below the mountains, the Allegheny River, or the path in the forest with crispy brown and/or yellow and red leaves, animal tracks, boulders that seemed to come out of nowhere, and blue sky through the canopy of trees.

      Even the black bear that visited the cabin against my wishes would have made a great photo. If only I had my camera the day I came across a big black bear while walking all alone. I wished to be able to document my death as his claws raked over me. Oh, back to the story—no attack. Whew, that was scary though. By the way, the Enchantment Series books take place there. (Out of Print)

      Memories:

      There’s nothing like looking back at photos and reliving the memories. At times I do take people pictures, and my main purpose for that is for memories or gifts. Especially photos of my kids who changed as fast as a heartbeat.

      Safe Keeping:

      Most of my photos are in my computer now, on flash drives and an external hard drive. On occasion, I will look through my photo albums. Yes, the ones you have to flip through page by page. Some are weathered and worn, but I’d never trade them. Sometimes, I’m quite proud of my photos. Other times, like when I just snap a picture without planning–well, I’m not so proud, but I still have the memory. I went through a lighthouse phase and photographed nearly all of the lights in my state. It was a blast.

      In the Blood:

      My picture taking started as a child. Maybe it was because my dad always took lots of pictures. He gave me my first camera when I was very young. I don’t know what the reason is for my love of photography, but I’m glad for it. Both of my boys are excellent photographers. I guess it must be in their blood.

      If you have a hobby that you love, find time to have fun with it, too. Nowadays, I need to practice what I preach, for my DSLR hasn’t been used for way too long.

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    • Special Events—Take Me Out to the Ballgame, Continued

      Posted at 7:55 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on April 23, 2012

      Throughout the next couple decades I got to do a lot while the Tigers played at Tiger Stadium and then Comerica Park. All these memories bring me pleasure and cause me to remember some other special happenings going on in my life at the time. These events aren’t in any particular order. There are two previous posts to go with this one.

      • Picnic in the Park Where I had a chance to meet the players after the game and picnic with them at the stadium. Yes, it cost extra, but it went to charity. I had my picture taken with the Head Coach at the time, Phil Garner, as well as many of the players. I don’t know if they still do this.
      • Sammy Sosa and the Cubs. The Tiger pitcher walked him his first up and got booed because everyone wanted to see Sammy hit. It was one of his best years.
      • Ernie Harwell I feel privileged to have met Ernie as he signed his book at Comerica Park. I actually sat on a picnic bench and had a chat with him, and asked if he’d pose for a picture. He obliged with a smile. Talking to him was like talking to a good friend. There’s no one like this great man. That day they were giving Ernie Harwell Bobble Heads to the first 5,000 fans. I’m proud to say I got there early. I also briefly met him at Tiger Stadium.
      • End of School The principal at the school I worked at took every student and staff member to Tiger Stadium before our school closed due to budget cuts. It’s a bittersweet memory.
      • Opening Day You know how it often snows on Opening day in Detroit? It’s true. The temperature on my one and only opening day game was 32 degrees with snowflakes. This was the year we had season tickets.
      • Tiger Den Seating Sometimes it’s fun to be bad. You have to have special tickets to sit here, because it’s not cheap. Not when your boyfriend worked as the server in that area. (Shh, don’t tell.) Yes, that section has their own wait staff.
      • Tiger Fest Another event where you can meet some of the Tigers and get autographs. This is held before the season begins. This is another event that I’m not sure they still have.
      • Picture Day You’re allowed to come early and take photos of all the players. I flirted with Alan Trammel, who was my favorite player in his day. No autographs allowed on this day, and they mean it. Alan told me he’d give me one before the game started. Didn’t happen because I couldn’t see him from my seat.

      These last three blog posts were inspired by Tiger Stadium in Detroit, turning 100. Then I posted it on my Facebook page and a comment got me to thinking about some of the special events I had attended between Tiger Stadium and Comerica Park so when I sat down to lay out a blog on the subject, it ended up being too long for one post.

      Now, how about those Detroit Red Wing memories? I have some,and a signed jersey to prove it. Not one signature, but the whole front and some of the back is covered. Ah, memories…

      Note: Since I’m only human, if you find an error, please let me know. Thanks.

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    • The End of the Story, Remember Red Writing Prompt

      Posted at 9:38 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on January 24, 2012

      Write on Edge: RemembeREDRemember Red Prompt from Write on Edge. This week is PERSONIFICATION. The dictionary defines personification as “the attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.”

      This week, tell a piece of your story from the point of view of an object who bore witness– 400 words or less. For  your own prompt and link up visit: Write on Edge, Remember Red.

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      Here I sit in the cold again. I’ve seen it all –cold, heat, sun, rain, and snow. But I don’t even care. You see, I’m just an old yard pump now. Oh, in my day they depended on me for water. Really, I’m that old. After the grandma sold the farm I went with her family to the next house and they only used me for my looks. The middle son, Ernie, took care of me after awhile because his mother thought I would look nice in his flower bed. She was right, for I looked grand. Ernie painted me blue. Nice! When he pained me yellow, I felt like a ray of sunshine all year long. I sat in his flower bed for a lot of years in two different homes. The family reminisced about grandma and the farm house when they sat in the lawn chairs looking at me standing there like a yard guard.

      Then came grandsons. They played with my handle, up and down till I thought that part of me would break. Boys will be boys. Ernie would toss small fireworks in my direction at least once a year. Being a hard piece of metal I guess they thought I could take it. Wrong!

      After awhile I didn’t see Ernie much. His kids were grown and the grandkids didn’t play with my handle anymore. One day a big black car pulled into his driveway and I never saw him again. His daughter, Mary, pulled me out of the ground and I landed in her yard right beside the garage. Often she’d sit on her porch and look at me. She cried sometimes. Without warning a few years later, I didn’t see her anymore, and I was pulled out of the ground and laid on my side for a long time. One day she appeared again and took me on a long ride. Lo and behold I was stuck in another yard. Mary had a gigantic dog at that house. Whew, I’m glad it was a female! Then Mary disappeared and something bad must have happened in the house because everything got moved out. What would become of me? Almost a year later she came back for me. Happy! I’m with Mary and somehow I know she is a part of Ernie, and I know that Ernie is a part of Grandma who started it all.

      ~~~

      Thanks for stopping by to read this. This is not the same writing I started out with. My first one was not the correct prompt for the correct day. If you notice some of the comments don’t match this topic, that’s why. Hope it’s not too confusing. The title is for the other piece I wrote, but it sort of fits. And yes, the photo is the same pump now painted white. I feel like it’s a part of me.

       

      UPDATE on this reblog. Yes, the old hand pump is still in my backyard and I see it from where I’m sitting right now. It’s surrounded with snow and kind of blends in, but I know it’s there and why.

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    • A Belated Christmas Surprise, SOC Sunday (Meme)

      Posted at 1:00 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on January 8, 2012

      First five minute brain dump of the year.

      SOCSunday2012My oldest son is always on time for everything, but this year he was way behind in buying Christmas presents for his brother and I. Not that we cared, but he sure did. Keep in mind they have to be shipped from California so he’s always early. This year, he fell short of time. He’s been running half marathons and training in his running for a full marathon. But, guess what? When the package did get here, he went overboard for his mommy. He sent my first Kindle Fire. (Now, I have two and an iPad.)

      I fell in love with it before bedtime and I still didn’t know much about it. It’s an amazing device. Everyone needs a tablet. The Kindle Fire is a tablet, whereas the other Kindles are readers. I can read, buy movies, music, apps, and surf the web, plus more. The 7 inch screen is just the right size for reading. Today I read while walking on the treadmill. Perfect distraction! I’m still learning things I can do with this thing. I love, love, love it.

      It’s so much fun to play with when you don’t want to turn on the laptop. Now I can save my laptop for my writing and add apps to the Fire. Thank you, Chris!

      This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

      • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
      • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
      • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
      • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
      • Link up your post below.
      • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

      Now…

      1. Grab the button

      (it’s over in the sidebar)

      2. Write your post.

      3. Link up here. All Things Fadra

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    • “Can’t Broke the Wagon Down,” said my dad.

      Posted at 12:45 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on June 19, 2011

      When I was a child, my dad never allowed me to say “can’t” or to believe I couldn’t do something. If I said, “I can’t do it” he would remind me I can do anything I choose to do. I guess he was right, but it made me angry. I’m not even sure what it means. Maybe it means “can’t” is a burden and carries a heavy load.

      My first book was dedicated to him. He never got to see it published, but he knew I had written a complete novel. As a kid, every summer when I was out of school, he made me write daily. It didn’t matter what it was, but I had to sit down and write something. (My brother too.) It didn’t stop at writing though, for he also made me do math problems. Yuck. I don’t like math to this day. Could it be my dad had a small glimpse into the future, knowing one day I’d be a writer? Did he somehow know that I’d always write through the summer, and now when I’m out of work, I write novels instead of short little writings?

      My dad didn’t like when I thought I couldn’t do something and he spent a lot of time trying to make me realize I could. In fact, he must have said it so much that I caught myself saying it to a student when I worked. I sure got a strange look from him. I explained to the student that he could do anything he chose to do. Dad would be proud!

      Little things through life bring back different memories of Dad. Some weren’t good. Of course, we butted heads in my teen years. I know dad wanted me to do more, and had expected more from me instead of running out with my boyfriend, or getting behind the wheel of my first car and drive, drive, drive.  One day he took a part out of my car before he went to work so it wouldn’t start. It was a punishment. When he came home from work I asked him to put the rotor back in my car. He was surprised I knew what part he had removed. He hid a smile. But again, he’s the one who had taught me to figure things out and believe I could do whatever I chose to do. Well, that day I chose to find out what part he had removed. He put it back . . . a week later.

      Maybe it was his teaching that gave me the attitude that I can be strong when I have to be, and I can do what I think I can’t do. My strength has been proven over and over. When dad got sick I never thought I could take care of him the way I did. My brother helped, I’m not trying to cut him out of this. He was strong through it too. I never thought I could load a syringe with medicine and inject it into him per Hospice directions. I never thought I could sit on the floor beside his bed as his breathing came to an end. And in the very end, I never thought I could lay my head on his chest and listen to his last heart beat. Thanks to him and his preaching to me when I was a child, I’ve been able to do a lot more than I ever thought I would. I’ve learned not to give up on things I believe in, and not to say can’t, because “can’t” breaks wagons down.

      Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you.

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    • Almost Good-Bye to Another Year

      Posted at 9:46 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on December 29, 2010


      Wednesday, December 29th 2010. Three days from now it will be a new year. Where did 2010 go? Can you think of a special moment in 2010? Something you will never forget? I hope it isn’t something sad. If it is, I’m sorry for causing you to think of sadness. Sometimes it seems like a year flies by and other times it feels like it was the longest year ever. Has your year gone by quickly, or has it dragged on forever?

      I have mixed emotions about this past year. Big changes happened in my two-thousand ten.  For one, my job changed. I’m in the same job but the job description is different. I like it much better. My stress level changed for the worse in the past 52 weeks. There were times I thought I would crack. The previous change brought on another change. I moved away from the stress related factors. Life is better now. Some parts of it anyway.

      A lot of other changes went on, both good and bad. Did I reach any of my goals for this year? Since I didn’t make a list of them, I have no way of knowing. I did write two more books. I didn’t finish the one I wanted to finish though. Seems there are pros and cons for most of my year. Maybe that’s normal for everyone; after all it’s 365 days, we’re bound to have pros and cons. Did you reach any of your goals or resolutions?

      I’ll be back in 2011 to talk about goals and resolutions. But, for now it’s still this year. Honestly, with those mixed emotions I have one thing to say to you, year 2010– We’ll never meet again . . .

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