I know it's a cliche saying, but what is it with kids today? My 12-year-old daughter is not even a teen yet, and ... well, I'll let you read the conversation from about a month ago ...
Driving her home from school, she is chattering away on her cell phone. Not an uncommon occurrence, in fact it's fairly typical. The nice thing is she doesn't (yet) feel the need to hide what she is talking about.
"You want to walk down the hall with him, right? Well then, run into him on the way to class, and then ask him a question that it will take him some time to answer. Boom, you are walking to class with him."
This perks my interest. Now I'm focused on what she is saying.
"No. No, you absolutely do not hug him first. You let HIM hug YOU first."
Just now I'm pulling into the driveway. I hear, "Ok, I gotta go. See ya later."
I park the car and just sit there for a moment, trying to figure out how to ask about this overheard conversation. I decide to be casual, and refer to a movie we had seen together recently.
"Do you have any idea how much you sounded like Hitch just then?" She laughs. Then I ask the question I'm sort of dreading. "How do you know so much about dating anyway?"
She shrugs. "I know a lot of people who date. And I watch a lot of romantic comedies." She gets out of the car to head into the house, and I am left counting the days until I am doomed as a father.
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A few weeks later I hear her talking to the friend to whom she had given the advice. I know they are talking about some guy. After the friend leaves, she tells me it's the guy her friend is "going with".
"Well, is it the same guy you gave her the advice about?"
"Oh, of course it is." She smiles and bends over her laptop to finish her homework.
When did she get so grown up?
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog II Week 4: L. S. Broomfield
Better late than never, this week in the final installment of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog II, I'm very happy to be hosting L. S. Broomfield, who is sharing one of her favorite excerpts from her current work in progress ...
I’ve chosen this specific excerpt and this specific work in progress because it evokes a strong emotion in myself and hopefully to those who read it. It’s a topic that’s rarely broached in our daily lives but it is very real subject that plagued many people. The title Behind the Mask speaks for itself because no matter who we are, we all have things hidden.
Blog: http://www.lsbroomfield.blogspot.ca/
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Twitter: @LBroomfield1977
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I’ve chosen this specific excerpt and this specific work in progress because it evokes a strong emotion in myself and hopefully to those who read it. It’s a topic that’s rarely broached in our daily lives but it is very real subject that plagued many people. The title Behind the Mask speaks for itself because no matter who we are, we all have things hidden.
“Are you listening to
what I’m telling you Ella?” The soft voice of Dr. Peyton questioned.
Immediately her eyes
shifted from the bookcase to him and then downcast to the file in his hands, a
soft blush heated against her cheeks, “I-I-um, well, sorry. I didn’t quite hear
what you said.”
“Must we do this each
visit, Ella? You sit there and look around my office and pretend you’re
listening when we both know you are not. Don’t you think we could try, just
this once, you listening and even sharing what is bothering you?” He hoped.
Her lips scrunched
together as she pursed them left to right. She shrugged, looking away and
towards the window.
“What do you want me to
say?” Suddenly, her chest felt tight, throat felt dry. “Do you want me to sit
here and whine about all that was wrong in my life? I don’t want to be one of
those people that seek pity and attention...I just want to be normal.” Her jaw
clenched, eyes blinked rapidly though no tears pooled. She had mastered these
emotions years ago and learned quickly that no one wanted to see a young girl
cry. Tears made adults uncomfortable, especially the ones that wanted to fix
everything or pretend everything was okay when everything was wrong.
In the corner of her
eye, his leg crossed over the other and she froze for a second. Slowly, her
breath blew from between her barely parted lips as the ice in her body began to
thaw.
“I want you to tell me
what’s in your heart. Be honest with me but do you know what I want more than
anything to happen during these sessions? Do you?” Ella shrugged slowly, her
eyes drifting back to him, “I want you to feel safe. I want you to be honest
with you.”
“I don’t think I know
how to be honest with myself anymore. I don’t know if I can be honest with you,
either. I don’t even know why I’m here. I should go.”
She rose from the
couch, the brown, stiff leather beneath her groaning in protest at the
movement. Ella fully intended to leave, her fingers ghosting over the cool
leather as she walked behind the couch and towards the door.
“Stop Ella.” Dr. Peyton
dropped the file to the coffee table and leaned forward, “That’s good you’ve told
me that. Please...stay. Just for a little while longer. No one is forcing you
to be here. You are doing this on your own and that in itself is commendable.”
He noticed she made no movement towards the door. They were making progress
today. Slow baby steps he reminded himself. “Why do you believe you cannot be
honest with yourself?”
Ella nibbled her lip,
sucking the soft flesh between her teeth. Her voice grew quiet, soft. “I’ve
lied for so long about so much that a lie feels better than the reality.” The
feeling of tears burned hot in her nose. “No one, doc, wants to hear my
honesty. Not even my mom.” She made her way back to the couch, sitting to the
edge.
“Hiding something that
hurts us can be far more detrimental than releasing a truth that will hurt. It
isn’t healthy to squelch your pain.”
She remembered the look
of disappointment in her mother’s eyes the day she found out her dirty secret.
The stone cold words of her mother that forever taunted her. She promised
herself that very day she would never tell her brother Jason; she just couldn’t
bear to see disgust or tolerated pity in his eyes.
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Twitter: @LBroomfield1977
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Available in Kindle format on Amazon.com or direct from XOXO Publishing in electronic format ... Evernight: Romance in a World of Darkness VOLUME 2 from Allison Cassatta ...
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog II Week 3: Sherrie Henry
This week's guest is the most awesome Sherrie Henry, who is spending this week talking about her goals for 2013 ... please enjoy her musings ...
Question for Week 3:
What is one of
your goals for the 2013 writing year that you have and why is it important to
you? Is this goal a new one or one you are carrying over from 2012 or a
previous year?
My major writing goal for 2013 is to gain larger exposure
and increase my fan base. I had never thought about becoming a professional
writer before, but after the success of my first three short stories and the
overwhelming feedback I’ve gotten from my first novel (hopefully to be
published soon), I’m actually thinking I might have a talent that can, if not
support me, at least help pay the bills while being extremely enjoyable to do.
I had never thought about becoming an author until
encouraged by Allison Cassatta, who, unknown to me, showed one of my short stories
to a publisher who wanted it. That was about eighteen months ago and since then
I have found myself immersed in the writing world. Three short stories
published, my first novella in the editing process, my first novel out for
submission and yet another novella out for submission as well. My goal is to
continue to write, cultivate my fan base, tell my stories that have for too
long been trapped in my mind. Two thousand thirteen is going to be my year, my
year to shine. This will be my first year I focus almost entirely on writing as
time and the real world permit.
I know I have great stories within me; some are guilty
pleasures, some come with a message, but all are (I hope) entertaining and
page-turning. I would like to top myself; increasing the complexities of my
stories, adding intricate sub-plots to the main storyline. I want to perfect my
craft, become the author I know I can be. Maybe I have the next great American
novel in me.
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