It’s All In The Mind—Literally


Hand-painted Christmas Carol music box; one of my favorite decorations.

Christmas-time still makes me happy. And I wonder about that—because I’m definitely old enough to have outgrown it. But I never have. I hum Christmas songs as I go about putting up the tree. I love the red, green and gold colors of the season and when the weather snaps and crackles with cold, uh-huh even better.

I write this because one afternoon as I handled an ornament that had seen better days, it struck me as absurd that a combination of colors, glass balls, song lyrics and winter in the air should excite my mind and cause me to hum happily.

Does that mean I believe in Santa Claus? I won’t answer on grounds that I may be committed. 🙂 Do I hope Santa will bring gifts on that magical morning?

I have more ‘gifts’ than I can keep dusted and give thanks over already—no gifts please, Santa. And it’s not like I grew up in a home where Christmas was a big gift-giving affair. My siblings and I were all happy and thought it was a good Christmas when we got our customary apple, orange, a hand-full of walnuts and several pieces of hard ribbon candy—all in one of Dad’s socks—wow, that was fun! I’ve always believed giving truly is as much fun as getting.

Three days before the big day I had better things to be doing, but I was suddenly very curious by my childlike enjoyment of Christmas. So, I made a cup of tea and settled into my comfy chair to give this phenomenon deeper thought.

A short doze, and a second cup of tea later, I reached a conclusion: Christmas is a state of mind—just like happiness is. I mean really, logically, colors of red, green and gold, song lyrics of home and hearth and frosty weather happen on days other than just December 25, and without the ‘Christmas’ reaction. It’s all in the mind.

Each year, come December, childhood memories that lie buried eleven months out of the year, rise to the surface bringing the same excitement and fun as when I was six, ten, twelve … and I’m carried back to childhood … back to Christmas.

This gave me an idea for an experiment. I’m leaving all my Christmas decorations up through tax time. Maybe it’ll help me keep a happy state of mind as I empty my bank account in ‘giving’. I’ll let you know. 🙂

I hope you had a great Christmas! And keep God uppermost in your thoughts and plans for the 2017!

Until next time, signing off with hugs. 🙂 🙂 🙂


Who first said, “You’re only as happy as you decide to be?” Was it Abe Lincoln, Henry Ford or that ‘Will something’ person who did rope tricks and never met a man he didn’t like?  It sounds like something either of them would have said. And they most likely got the thought from even farther back—the world is round, and Mom used to say, ‘What goes around, comes around.’ She was right. It does. I wore an outfit to my book signing last night that was thirty years old—and it got compliments!

On to the subject of happiness; if it is a choice, how do we go about choosing? In spite of hearing all my life that things wouldn’t make me happy, and I feel guilty even  saying this—they do. Things do make me happy. I like things. It’s a different kind of happiness than I get from loving people and being loved by people. But my things do create a form of happiness. The pottery mug I drink coffee from and the dainty china cup for my tea, they feel good in my hands … the painting I brought home from Poland makes me smile …. I love it! But is that happiness?

Bear with me—I’ve given this thought.

When I finished my first novel and held it in my hands, it made me happy. The second novel did the same, and as I near the end of my third novel, I’m happy and having fun in the hours I spend at my keyboard creating lives for my characters … why wouldn’t it be fun? They ( my characters ) have a great love for each other,  enormous wealth, and beauty along with the perfect small town to live in—hey, this is fiction, and a short break from reality is what fiction is all about, isn’t it? My characters are good people, but sometimes they experience selfishness and other undesirable traits. I suppose most writers pull from their own life experiences in small ways without thinking about it. I never do! Uh-huh.

Deep into my third book, I often have to remind the main characters ( Lauren, Jackson and Brooke ) in the Valley Ridge series, that thankfulness and gratitude are their basic character beliefs. I know, I gave them those beliefs. When they forget and jump the track, problems arise, unhappiness enters. My thought is when we choose thankfulness and gratitude, the opposite from problems and unhappiness happens and happiness has a chance.

So, when the people I love and appreciate sacrifice a Friday evening at the end of a long week, going out into the cold to support me and my efforts, and buying a book that may be the farthest thing from what they’d ever read, I’m thankful, grateful—and happy. I’m filled With a happiness I could never get from the best of things. Possessions may bring joy and comfort, but never touch the heart  the way love and friendship does.  Can we  really choose happiness? Uh-huh, I think so. Oh, and the Will I mentioned earlier was Rogers, Will Rogers—a seemingly happy man. Give thought to what makes you happy. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

A great big humble thank you to everyone who came to the book signing! It was hosted by The Friends of the Library ( Nicki Powell and Alice Cochran ). The three authors were, Melrose Ayres, Denise Balog and myself—thank you again, you fill us with thanksgiving and gratitude! 🙂 To Ruth Allen and Bonnie King for helping with setting up and sales—many thanks, girl friends!  🙂

Keep God in your plans and in your heart! Until next time, MaryJ with  🙂 and hugs!

P.S.  I had to share:  As I looked back over this post, I caught a typo. Where I said my thirty-year old outfit had received compliments—I had spelled complaints! I had a good laugh and was instantly grateful I caught that. ( complaints could have easily been the correct word!  🙂

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Me and my sister – Ruth Allen


Authors: Mary, Melrose Ayres, and Denise Balog


Bonnie King and me


Shara, Ruthy, Vickie and me – a fun time!




Getting the drawing

As I worked from this image on my iPad, a small still life I had set up and photographed awhile back, my mind wandered as always when I paint. I put down strokes, I wiped off strokes, working in my push/pull method of getting the drawing to the degree I wanted.

How easily I wiped away the strokes that didn’t work out. 

Would that it was as easy in life to wipe away the marks when I mess up. Yes, if once I realized my error, just swipe—and I could start over. How wonderful that would be.


Coming along…

I continued working on the painting and the thought stayed with me most of the morning. I was glad it did, because as I made progress on the canvas, I began to realize, I do wipe away my mistakes and poor choices. I do start over. It may not be as easy as wiping paint off of a canvas, but when I  pause, take a step backward, re-evaluate choices and decisions, I have the choice of starting  over.

And I have a great instruction book and the greatest instructor to help me when I need to backup and start again.  And He’s always at my side.fullsizerender_3

Painting is fun, but it can be a slow, tedious process—as it is for me. I can’t for the life of me figure out why I enjoy it so much.:-)  When this little canvas is finished, I hope to have a nice, balanced still life I can be happy with. img_1110


Hmm, kinda the same wish I have for my life. The painting needs more work and when it’s finished, I’ll post it and see what you think.

I’ve learned that in painting as well as living, things can get messy and off track along the way. 🙂img_1113 But, it can all be cleaned up!

Have a great day, thanks for spending time with me!  Keep God in your plans. 

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AUTUMN… what’s in a season?

The middle of September brings the first  whisper of change in the air, and days later a hint of gold begins spreading across the valley. The smell carried on the breeze voluntarily lifts my face ( like a hound dog on a moonlit night ). I know that scent; it’s one I can’t identify with words.

But my soul needs no words—it’s just Fall. Fall arrives softly, easing out the hot days of summer and staying just long enough to usher in the wonders of winter.

I wait all year for the brief flash of color, the smell of nature changing, and the raucous caws of the black crows celebrating gathering time of the peanuts and pecans. Fall is my time of the year. The change in the air renews me. It makes me want to drag on my boots and walk in the woods and explore  old barns like the one in the photo.

dsc_8045-version-2 I wonder at the stories these tumble-down structures could tell, and I try to picture when it was brand new.  I imagine the pride of the new owner…


In the photo below, the old bent tree used to have a rope swing that my children idled away happy hours on. The barn-shed, in the far back of the photo, heard its share of laughter and play during those summer visits to Me-Maw’s house. If old buildings could talk, this one could probably tell of serious conversations about crops and whispered secrets…

Do you have a favorite season of the year that speaks to you more than the others? Do you wonder why? I wonder about it every fall, but I can never put into words the way it makes me feel. I simply take pleasure in autumn’s short visit, and I give thanks that I was here to  greet her.

Till next time, Keep God in your plans, and enjoy the season! It’s Mary signing off in 🙂 🙂


Uh-huh . . . I say

Country life is good, and so’s finding the perfect Oklahoma watermelon!


I drove twelve miles to church this morning. I was almost there before a big white, ‘good ol’ boy’ pickup roared past me. The driver nodded and flicked  his thumb in the air. On friendly country roads, that’s saying, “Have a good’un ma-am.”

I moved to my current home from one of the fastest growing counties in Texas. That’s Weatherford, Tex., just outside  the  bustling city of Fort Worth, where the traffic is horrendous. But Fort Worth and Weatherford remain two of my favorite places. I have many friends in the area and it’s always fun to go back and spend time with them. I like to shop the Fort Worth stores and visit the city when it’s all decked out for Christmas, and everything that’s not moving gets a Christmas light on it.

That’s good, but… 

Here in the country I may see as many as six or seven cars/trucks on my way to and from church. But any more than that and I start talking to myself,  “What’s with all this traffic? “What’s going on? Where’s all these people coming from…?”

That’s when I smile and remember the city. In my neighborhood, a dozen cars constitutes a traffic jam… I  may exaggerate a little, but everything is relative…

Uh-huh, good is easy to get used to. 🙂

Keep God in your schedule, it’s a good thing to do! 🙂   MaryJ signing off with a 🙂

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Welcome July, happy 4th!

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And good ole’ July gives us an extra couple of days of sunshine and heat to celebrate. 🙂

I took pictures of the front patio and yard this morning while the grass is still green and the flowers still bloom—for they won’t last much longer as we head into the dead-dog-days of summer.

Have I said before how swiftly time seems to pass? That’s because I’m constantly reminded of the fact. So I bite my tongue and hold back the words—I’m ready for fall. I know better than, you know, wish my time away.

But I love fall and look forward to it—especially in 100 + weather! So I do yard work in the cool of the morning, then I’m free the rest of the day to settle into my comfy chair in the blessing of air-conditioned comfort to work on book three of the Valley Ridge series—and wait out the fleeting days of summer.

Book 1, Trespassing On His Heart and Book 2, Love’s Tender Heart are available. (Amazon )Free Book- LTH 5-21-16

How do you deal with the long hot days of summer? 🙂

Blessings on you, keep cool and keep God in your plans!

Until next time—Mary signing off with 🙂 🙂 🙂


Something new . . .

Finally, finally and finally!

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Love’s Tender Heart is available!

Free! ( link below )

When I set out to do something, it always takes longer than I plan for. This is my second novel and you’d think I’d know by now, but alas, not so. This second book proved it again.

In  two, two-year writing courses and numerous short stories, I’ve learned a couple of things about the craft of writing. But too, I’ve learned several personal things along the way.

Truths I’ve learned while writing:

  • To enjoy the journey.
  • Professional editing makes publishing way less painful!  ( RedAdept Editing, with manuscript evaluation by Mary Rosenblum )
  • With my writing schedule, family, friends and church still come first. I occasionally have to remind myself of that when I’m snuggled in my ‘writing chair’ lost in the story…
  • Time is precious. As the old saying goes, better make hay while the sun shines.

Love’s Tender Heart is FREE two days—May 21 and 22.

Download a copy—I hope you enjoy the read, and may I remind you how important Amazon reviews are to the author?  Pure gold … Thank you! 🙂

Until next time, keep your heart tender, study God’s word.

Mary 🙂

FEBRUARY . . . a time of change?


January is the time of year one normally thinks of change, but for me it’s the month after. I don’t claim to be normal.

Don’t you love the promise of a green spring peeking through the brown winter grass in the photo?:-)

By the time February skids in, I’ve had time to accept that another year is behind me, I’ve paid my taxes, and I’m ready to stop lamenting how swiftly time is passing. Here in Oklahoma the wind has already started blowing. Whatever happened to March being ‘the windy’ month? On the winds of February come allergies, battered Walmart bags and in my case, a fresh crop of weed seeds blown from the big pasture across from me.

But all is not bad—I have things to be happy about. I finished the second book in my VALLEY RIDGE ROMANCE series. Book number one, TRESPASSING ON HIS HEART is available here. The second book, LOVES TENDER HEART  will soon be available on Amazon. In the second book many changes occur in the lives of Lauren and Jackson Montgomery—can you guess what some of them are?

I learned a hard lesson on editing your own writing with my first book. This time around I sent my manuscript off for editing by people who do that as their line of work. 🙂

I just got my line edited manuscript back from RED ADEPT EDITING. And as my sister told someone, “She’s jumping-on-the-bed-happy with her edit.” Even though the pages are as red as the flag at a bull fight, I’m happy. Most of the suggested changes are minor, easy fixes that I’ll do and resubmit for the finishing polish, readying it for you, my readers.

The editor who was assigned to me is Angela McRae. After a phone consultation, part of the editing package I’d chosen, I felt as if I’d been to an extensive writers workshop. A business person myself for many years, I recognize good customer service when I receive it. In business I was a stickler for customer service above and beyond the expected. And that is the kind of service I have received from Red Adept Editing—and Angela McRae.

Many thanks to my friend, mystery writer, Danielle L. Davis, who recommended this great editing service.

Thanks to all who follow, read and otherwise share their time with me—time, the most precious gift we have to offer. 🙂

Keep God first in your plans—until next time, signing off with a 🙂









I know , I know. New beginning is redundant . . . but I like the way it reads, just bear with me.

I remember reading the futuristic sci-fi mysteries ( I read everything I could lay my hands on ) that belonged to my big brother Kenneth ( he was an avid reader ). And the year the story took place would be 2000 something. The date alone, 2000, made for scary fiction back then.

In 1957 talking about the year 2000 was something my young brain couldn’t even grasp. Wow, that was way into the future.

But here I sit, enjoying my habitual morning coffee, on the first day of the new year, 2016. And I feel like I’ve been catapulted from 1957 into 2016. It seems like  it happened that quickly!

On the first day of each new year, as a rule, in a melancholy mood, I sift through events and happenings of the year that’s just flown past. I experience pretty much the same emotions each year and in much the same order—they are as follows:

  • Wonder and awe at the swiftness of time.
  • A bittersweet sadness for times past.
  • The creeping in of yet unspoken goals.
  • A spark of excitement for what the new year may bring.

The last on my list, that spark of excitement, is the one I’m thankful for. I’m indeed grateful that I still get excited for the year ahead—whatever it might bring!

My wish for you, friends, family and readers, is that you, too, get excited for the year ahead. Set goals. Expect success and good results. Know that if—no, not if, but when things sometimes go wrong, you don’t  buckle under—you buckle up and push harder, or redirect—whichever is needed to keep you on track with your goals. From my home to yours, I wish you much success and good fortune in 2016!

Happy New Year!

Keep God first in your goals and plans, He’s on your side. Until next time—signing off with a :-), Mare