Big Book News!!

jan26First there was a baby.

And a whole lot of uncertainty.

Time passed.  The baby grew and healed.  So did her mom.

Then came a book.

And a whole lot of uncertainty.

A publisher… No publisher.

An agent… No agent.

Then another agent brimming with love and enthusiasm for the baby, I mean book.

And now a Publisher.

And certainty.

How do I know?

I knew when I read the publisher’s mission statement

I knew when I learned the publisher moved their offices out of Manhattan to a small town in the Catskills.  A small town five miles down the road from the farm where my husband grew up.  Five miles from where his parents still live!

“Should we ask my dad to send someone over from the farm to snowplow for them?”  Lee asked.

I knew when the publisher agreed to rush production and have the book ready by May, this May of 2012, for the conference where I’m speaking.

And I knew when I saw the gorgeous cover design.

So please join me in welcoming Hatherleigh Press (an imprint of Random House) to the Preemie Team.

And thank you for your continued support and belief in the book.  What a journey this has been.

Please share this good news, visit the Preemie Facebook Fan Page and ask all your friends to do the same!  Look out world, here we come!

Spiritual Practice

On December 10th, 2011, I completed my training as a Reiki Master.

Before leaving class, our teacher, the queen of Reiki, Libby Barnett encouraged us to choose a practice and put it into action for the following 21 days.

“Let’s see,” Libby said.  “21 days would bring us to…”

“December 31st,” I called out.

“What a way to complete this year and begin the next!” Libby said.

I was inspired.  I looked around the room at my classmates.  They were busy writing down ideas.  I wanted to come up with something spectacular.  But what?

For the next 21 days I will…. Nothing.

My mind was blank.

The harder I tried to think of something, the blanker my mind became.

There was really only one image that kept coming to mind.


Meg.  My big English Mastiff.

Hi Meg.  Now go away.  I’m trying to think of some amazing daily practice I can do for the next 21 days.


Meg again.

Come on.  Just show me something.



Is that it?

Walk Meg?

Every day for 21 days?  I already do.

What’s that?  Begin every day walking Meg?

That’s it? Really?

When we broke into smaller groups to practice Reiki and share our 21 day intention, I was almost too embarrassed to say mine out loud.

“For the next 21 days I will….” my group mates all said, filling in the blank with some wonderful, better-the-world idea.

My turn.

“For the next 21 days I will begin each day… walking my dog,” I mumbled.  One woman smiled.  I think she was trying not to laugh.

The next morning I woke late.  I rolled over in bed and flipped on NPR’s weekend edition.  Scott Simon’s soothing voice filled the room.  A hot cup of coffee, a few books and magazines and my Sunday morning routine would be complete.

Meg stood up and shook.  She walked over and put her enormous head on top of the white bed sheet.

One scratch of her ear and I remembered.

“Oh, no.  Not Sunday morning.  I’ll start tomorrow.”

Meg tilted her head.

Grrrrr.  (That was me, not Meg.)

I pulled off the down comforter.  Downstairs, I grabbed my long, thick coat from the closet and buttoned it up, right over my PJs.  Not bothering with socks, I slipped my feet straight into my boots.

Meg was dancing with excitement.

I was shivering with cold.

We went out the back door.  I followed Meg up the back hill.

The cold morning air actually felt good.  I breathed in a hearty gulp.


The trees in the morning light were quite beautiful.

I’d never noticed the delicate vines growing along the base of some of the pines.

And the moss covering the top of the hill was a bright green masterpiece.

I lifted my head, looking to the sky.  Sun poured through the clouds, the blue sky brighter than I’d ever seen.


“Glory be to God,” I shouted and then laughed out loud.  I’d never said anything like that in my life.  But I meant it.  Glory be to God.  I’m alive, standing on top of this hill with Meg and so much beauty surrounding me, I couldn’t help but shout out with joy.

I sat down on a large rock and Meg came to sit by my side.

“Thanks, girl,” I said to her.  “This is something.”

We sat for a few minutes more and then went back down the hill.

And so it has been.

Every day.

Long past the recommended 21.

How could I not?

And I wonder, is it me, or has the sky grown more beautiful?

Or maybe, I just needed to start looking up.





Guest Post: The Pig and Me author, Lindsay Frucci

How about we start out the new year with a Book Giveaway?

I’m really excited to introduce you to my friend and fellow writer, Lindsay Frucci.

Lindsay is the author of The Pig and Me, in which she chronicles the journey of creating a low-fat browmie mix that would ultimately pull her family out of financial crisis.

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“When a personal bankruptcy robbed my family of financial security, I decided the way back to marital and family bliss was to start a business that would make gobs of money. Out of the mantra “there must be something I can do”€ and a passion for fat-laden, fudgy brownies that made it hard to zip my jeans, an idea was born: healthy brownies for the masses. In a leap of faith borne on the wings of innocence and naivete, I founded No Pudge! Foods, Inc., and began an unexpected whopper of a roller coaster ride.”

And what a roller-coaster ride it is!

Lindsay’s book is an inspiring page-turner that I know you’ll love!

I’m so certain, I’m giving away two free copies!!!

Just leave a comment by January 15th!  Winners will be chosen by and notified via email.

Lindsay was so tired of hearing “You can’t” and decided to do something about it, how about you?

For more info and to read an excerpt, check out Lindsay’s website

Happy New Year!