where have I been

        It certainly has been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. Hubby and I went on vacation the first part of June, so I’ve been busy working on posts to my other blog, "The Dino Chronicles”, sharing all the adventures – and misadventures – we had in the Dakotas. 

I’ve been to South Dakota multiple times since I was a kid. You know, the whole Black Hills / Badlands / Mount Rushmore gig. Dad was especially preoccupied with Crazy Horse. I never saw any progress on it from the time I was six until I was in my twenties. There finally is much progress. 

I never remember spending much time in North Dakota. Hubby and I drove out that way and thought the landscape along the freeway was much more interesting than in South Dakota. 

But I needed to make this short. I have a vendor sale for my books today and have to get ready. 

I also want to get back to work on my next book—the first in the RASA series. Hopefully, you’ve read “Prior to Now” and have been looking forward to reading the first book, where we meet the team and learn how they come together. I’ve just had so much going on, though! I hope to get back to it next week.

Wish me luck with that and today's sale. Send me any encouragement you can. And as always, reviews of my books on Amazon.com are always appreciated. 

Have a safe and happy Fourth. Chris 

This is at the Chapel of the Hills in Rapid City. I love this picture of myself, just because I love my ballerina foot. Before I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to be a ballerina.

Meet Sarah and Visit her Basement

I haven’t posted anything here for a month, and I haven’t shared any excerpts from any of my books in an even longer time. So here is one from chapter 8 of my latest novel, “Prior to Now”.

Sarah had finished unpacking and organizing her possessions in the cozy house. She'd even put a few nails in the blank walls to hang some paintings she had purchased in her various travels. The only place left in her new home for her to put her mark was the basement.

She'd only been down the rickety stairs a few times. She didn't need to store anything there, and her washing machine and dryer fit nicely in the laundry room off the kitchen. There was still plenty of afternoon sun streaming through the windows of the ground floor, so maybe the basement wouldn't be too creepy.

She brought along a flashlight just in case.

The bare bulb at the bottom of the steps illuminated enough of the damp room that she felt a little bit silly carrying the flashlight. No such thing as being too prepared, she thought to herself, shining the light into several of the corners.

The basement consisted of a single room, the furnace residing just past the bottom of the stairs. A set of wood shelves lined one wall. A sump pump sat watch in a sump pit, waiting for unwelcome water to seep through the cement blocks.

Otherwise, the room was bare except for a squadron of cobwebs hanging from the low ceilings. There are advantages to being short, Sarah quipped to herself.

She walked over to the set of shelves, wondering if she would discover anything interesting to give her clues about the home's past. Each of the twelve wooden shelves was empty, revealing no clues to their past. Sarah imagined glass pint jars filled with homemade preserves, canned pickles, apples, and other sorts of produce occupying the space.

She ran her hand lightly over one of the wooden boards at shoulder height. She was wary of slivers, but her hand returned to her unscathed. And empty, except for dust.

She sighed. No hidden treasures.

She shone her flashlight beam along the wall just to be certain. Something with the cement blocks didn't look right. It almost looked as if a section of the wall was newer.

She couldn't tell for sure as the shelves were nearly two feet wide, keeping her from getting a good look at the wall behind them. She walked the perimeter of the room, shining her light on the walls.

She discovered the same discrepancy in the cement blocks directly across from the suspicious area behind the shelving. A section of wall three feet wide and four feet tall had been replaced. The floor afforded her no information. She guessed that the cement floor had been poured sometime after the rest of the house had been built, perhaps when the drain tile and sump pump had been installed.

Well, I guess there's nothing else intriguing about my simple home, she thought to herself.

She flicked off her flashlight and headed back upstairs.

Is there newer cement blocks in Sarah’s basement? And why? Will she find out or does it really matter?

These and many more questions will be answered in “Prior to Now”. If you haven’t read it yet, I hope you do soon. And when you are finished with it, please leave a comment on Amazon.com, Good Reads, or any place else you frequent on the internet.

If you still need to buy a signed copy from me, I will be at the Food Truck-a-Palooza in Merrill, Wisconsin, this Saturday from 11 am to 7 pm. Even if you don’t need a book, I hope you swing by to see me if you are in the area.

Have a good weekend, Chris

where I'm off to now

As you may recall, I attended my first sale of the year last weekend. It was a success, but I was pretty tired at the end of it as it was a two-day event.

And where am I off to now? I’m heading to Neenah, Wisconsin, for the Wisconsin Society of Medical Assistants annual conference. I’ll be attending a luncheon today for the past state presidents (hard to believe, but, yes, I was a state president in 2004. Wow! Twenty years ago!)

Hopefully the weather is nice over there this afternoon as I want to explore a state park. It’s time I get out and take some pictures and hike some new trails.

Then Saturday, I will be a vendor at the conference, peddling my books and bags. 

Hope I don’t have flashbacks to last year. I attended the same conference last year as a vendor and threw my back out hauling my books to my table. The rest is history, as I am still in some sort of pain every day. I’m hoping that returning to the scene of the crime (even though it’s at a different hotel) will suddenly cure me.

 What do you think? A resounding “nice try, Chris.”  

Wish me luck anyway. Have a good weekend, Chris

My Latest Three Books

Tomorrow is the big day—my first vendor event of 2024. And what exactly will I be selling? Well, silly, my books, of course. In case you've forgotten or haven't kept track, here are the most recent ones.  

My newest book is "Bones and Stones and Pain, Oh My." Part memoir and part devotional, it is forty days of entries dealing with various pains—both physical and emotional—that I have had over the years.

Forty days of devotions all about pain does not sound like a cheery book to read. But the idea is to give you the strength and hope to get through those bad days and to turn your pain over to God. You might be disappointed when He doesn't take your agony away, but He is always there and will answer your prayers in His way and His time.

I published two more memoirs in 2023.

"Holding All the Aces: Memoir of my sister and best friend" is the story of my sister's battle with cancer. Sprinkled throughout the book are memories from our childhood and her amazing – and sometimes prophetic – words of wisdom.

Also last year, I published "Chronicles of Chris Coping with the COVID-19Crisis: How one woman survived three years of working in health care during thepandemic." The title rather explains it all.

My other six books have been around for a few years, but you can always still pick up a copy.

Oh, and one last thing—please remember to write a review on Amazon of any of my books you've read. I'd really appreciate it.

(And I don't know why the font randomly changes. Maybe you didn't notice, but it drives me nuts!)

Come Find Me in the Next Two Months

“Well, Chris,” I tell myself, “It’s time to start gearing up. You have a busy two months.”

To which Self looks at me and says, “Just one more old episode of Reba.”

This is my upcoming schedule of places I will be selling my books and the bags I’ve sewn to carry them in.

            April 13, 9 am to 4 pm and April 14, 10 am to 3 pm – Tomahawk Home, Sport, and Travel Show at the Tomahawk School Complex in Tomahawk, Wisconsin.

            April 20, 7:30 am to 4 pm – Wisconsin Society of Medical Assistants Conference at the Bridgewood Resort in Neenah, Wisconsin.

            May 11, 10 am to 3 pm – Creative Spring Showcase at the St. John’s Event Center in Two Rivers, Wisconsin.  

            May 18, 11 am to 7 pm – Food Truck-A-Palooza at the Merrill Festival Grounds, Merrill, Wisconsin.

On Friday’s post, I will share information on the books I’ll have available, but for now here are some of my bags. If you are anywhere near any of these places, I would love to see you.

A Little Truth about God

          Cecil chuckled. “Sometimes it’s harder to do God’s work than anyone realizes.” He scrubbed a little bit on one of the pans he was washing. “What about you? You said you used to go to church, but not anymore. Why is that?”

Teresa shrugged. “I guess I just got busy. I also think that I got tired of all the rules that they gave us in church. I didn’t see the point.”

“If you want rules, try being a monk, or in your case, I suppose, a nun.” He turned the pan over in his hands, guessing that it would have to just be clean enough. “We have rules for everything—what time we get up, when we go to bed, when and how we pray, what we wear.” He lifted his brown tunic a few inches off the ground with both of his hands. “But I do believe that all those rules are to keep us close to God. I think each person needs to figure out what he needs to do to stay close to God.” (From the novel “The Truth Beyond the River”)

I can’t remember exactly what our pastor said during his sermon at this week’s Lenten service, but it reminded me of the lines above.

Sometimes we make Christianity way more complicated than it needs to be. That works for some people, but in general, most people want to keep it simple.

How simple is Christianity? Believe in the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Know that God the Father is always there for you, that the Son died on the cross to take away your sins, and that the Holy Spirit will help you to keep your faith. Love God above all else and love others as you love yourself.  

For it is by God's grace that you have been saved through faith. It is not the result of your own efforts, but God's gift, so that no one can boast about it. (Ephesians 2:8-9, Good News Translation)

I started this blog years ago to keep track of my writing goals. Seeing as those goals have gone by the wayside, I’m mostly using this blog to unashamedly promote my books. I published “The Truth Beyond the River” several years ago, and it is still available on Amazon.com. Click this link or you can always message me for a signed copy. Chris

Introducing . . .

 

 As you read here just over a week ago, my latest books have arrived. I’m looking forward to my next vendor sale where I can push all my books off on my town’s people, but that isn’t until mid-April. You can get your own copy from Amazon or from me directly. Just shoot me a message.

In the meantime, I see that I never even shared the introduction from the book, even though I’ve told you the premise. Forty days’ worth of pain. How fun could that be?

On April Fool’s Day of 2023, I threw out my back toting a suitcase full of books to a sale. I didn’t think much of it. My back had been “going out” off and on for 37 years. It would be all better within three to four weeks, with heat, rest, and the right sort of stretches, and maybe the chiropractor if my back was stubborn.

            This time was different. Ten weeks later, the pain was still there. Most mornings, it was a struggle to get out of bed. I couldn’t bend or walk normally. Nothing in my toolbox was working, and neither was the chiropractor or the variety of meds my primary care provider provided. Physical therapy gave me a few good days, but that pain kept returning. 

            I blogged about it and then started reading blog posts I’d written over the past thirteen years when I was dealing with various other pain. Yes, lots of back pain, but also migraine headaches, a broken leg, bone spurs in my heel, bursitis in my hip, a frozen shoulder, and the worst one up until now – kidney stones.

            There was also the emotional pain of losing my mother and the mental pain from that COVID-19 pandemic, which I wrote about in an entirely different book.

            How did I get through all of that pain? Yes, my family and friends were immensely supportive, and my medical community gave me everything it could. But at the end of the day, or at one a.m. when I thought I was losing my mind, and I got up to write, God is the One who got me through.

            Forty days of devotions all about pain does not sound like a cheery book to read. But the idea is to give you the strength and hope to get through those bad days and to turn your pain over to God. You might be disappointed when He doesn’t take your agony away, but He is always there and will answer your prayers in His way and His time.

 And if nothing else, you’ll want to read the book to see how many times my weird sense of humor sprung up, even without narcotics in my system.

Click here to order your copy on Amazon.