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| My dad |
Hello and welcome to the Focused on Story blog! I am so glad you are here today.
This week is my father's birthday. Dad would be 104 years old. He's been gone for 45 years, but I still miss him.
My memoir, Arranging a Dream: A Memoir, is about our life-changing year when my husband, my one-year-old daughter and I moved from family and friends and the security of two paychecks to West Michigan to become owners of a flower shop and greenhouses. In March of that year, 1976, my dad passed away. His passing turned my world sideways. Not only life-changing but also life-challenging. Dads and daughters have a special bond, and we certainly did.
I did not think I could move on from that horrible grief and despair that comes with losing a loved one. Those who have lost their family and friends to COVID come to mind as I write this. Believe me, you will conquer the grief and leave it behind, but the love and memories of your loved one will remain forever.
This excerpt from the memoir recounts how I shook off the sadness and found the strength to move on.
Here is an excerpt from that chapter, My Dad.
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| Arranging a Dream: A Memoir |
Arranging a Dream: A Memoir, Excerpt Chapter 16, My Dad
After we returned to Fremont, I went through the motions as a wife, mom, and shopkeeper, but I was in a daze. I was still in shock as I worked through the grieving process. Because we were newcomers to Fremont, we weren’t close to anyone. Ted and I only had each other for support, binding us closer together.
At the craziest times, I would find myself bursting into tears standing in the grocery store aisle, working at the design table or fixing lunch for Sara. Often, I would go to the phone to call Dad to share something about my day, only to realize he would never be on the other end of the phone again.
Anger filled my life. Anger with God for not saving Dad. With my dad for leaving us. He didn’t even have the chance to come up to Michigan to see our new place or learn about our floral business or play with Sara.
He was gone.
Forever.
A month later, I was in the kitchen sipping coffee and finding it difficult to make myself get going. Instead, I wallowed in my sorrow. I heard Sara singing in her crib in her room off the kitchen. The refrain of one of her self-composed songs filled with gibberish carried through to the kitchen as her voice sang louder and louder with every note. I heard her stand up, so I snuck over to the doorway and peeked in. She was hanging onto the rail of her crib, dancing. When she spotted me watching her, she thrust her arms up in the air and yelled, “Mom, mom, mom” and flashed that dazzling smile. My heart filled with joy knowing, in her own one-year-old style, she was celebrating the morning and anticipating a new day ahead.
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| Our daughter, Sara |
Looking into her happy blue eyes, I realized I had to move on, if not for my sake, at least for Sara and Ted. I decided I would make it through one year without Dad; and then I’d be okay.
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The best way to keep my dad’s memory alive and to honor him is to remember all he had instilled in me while growing up and to practice those lessons. He always pointed out the beautiful things surrounding us in nature like a wide-open prairie sunset, the glitter of the sun on a spider web, and the way the leaves on the trees flipped over before a storm.
He never gossiped about anyone or badmouthed a person. He never swore, well, except the time when my brother’s class ring was not correct, and the shopkeeper would not do anything to make it right.
A sense of mischief popped out in his odd sense of humor. He’d go for coffee at Turner’s, the local greasy spoon located on Route 66, where they called him Digger. He carried a measuring tape in his pocket to measure up anyone who gave him a hard time, being sure he would order the right sized casket for the jokester. He cared about people and appreciated the simple things in life. I wanted to be just like him as a business person, friend, and parent. But most of all, I wanted to teach Sara the same lessons by example.
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| Virtual Book Tour 2020-21 |
The Virtual Book Tour Continues: I visited with multi-genre author and generous supporter of authors, Janet Lane Walters, over the weekend. Click her name below to stop over at her blog, The Eclectic Writer.
Upcoming stops are scheduled with Helen Henderson, Ellen Jacobson and Pat Garcia. I'll have their links next week so you can pop-over and visit!
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| Arranging a Dream: A Memoir Virtual Book Tour Click on the highlighted names to visit my hosts' sites. C ya' there!! |
In December: Sandra Cox Tips on Flower Arranging
Nan Sanders Pokerwinski Interview by an award-winning memoirist
BWL Publishing Insiders Blog About writing
Joylene Nowell Butler Spotlight
Arizona Authors Association Blog Writing fiction and non-fiction
In January: Diane Bator Interview by multi-genre author
Don Levin Interview by mystery author
IWSG Alex Thanks for the shout out!
Coming up in January
11 Natalie Aguirre Followers News
14 Marsha West
VIDEO:
Just for fun, I'm adding the video of opening the box filled with my memoir. This is the first peek at seeing the paperback. This makes my heart go pitter-patter as I slice open the box. What a moment.
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| JQ Rose, author |
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| Happy New Year 2021 from J.Q. Rose! Hello and welcome to the last post in 2020. And aren't we all glad to see 2020 in the rearview mirror. (I didn't come up with that but some clever person on Facebook did.) That is exactly how I feel. Although I must admit, 2020 had some high points. My husband, Ted, and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. Not exactly the party we had planned, but in a way, better. We only had family, so it wasn't a huge crowd, and a cook out, no fancy-schmansy get-together to worry about putting together. We played yard games and visited on the back deck and ate and ate and ate. Our daughter, Sara, and her hubby celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary with us, so we had 2 cakes. Our wedding, June 1970 The other high point was the completion and release of my "heart-work," Arranging a Dream: A Memoir. Originally scheduled for a June release, my publisher, Jude, realized how the COVID pandemic interrupted our lives and scattered our brains. She told authors with releases in 2020 that if they needed time to re-schedule to a later date, she would do that. So the launch date was changed to January 1, 2021. That fun day is coming up this Friday. Can you believe it?? With the pre-order available nowadays, you can order the eBook at the special pre-order price of $2.99, good through December 31, 2020. The paperback is available now and readers are already sending me their reviews. That is another high point. You can download the eBook from your favorite online bookseller. Pre-order Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/arranging-a-dream Pre-order Nook BN.com https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/arranging-a-dream-jq-rose/1138258568?ean=2940164728984 Pre-order SW https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1054054 Pre-order amazon page
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08NDZNYQJ Paperback at amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Arranging-Dream-J-Q-Rose/dp/0228615542/ |
Another high point this year is meeting you and having you as a supporter of my books.
Thank you so much for being here with me on this blog and newsletter.
You are special to me.
Looking forward to more good times and great reading and writing in 2021.
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| Mysteries on Sale Now at Smashwords! |
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| Gwen Slade, Bounty Hunter by Sandra Cox Western |
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| Thunder Tree by Sandra Cox |
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| Gwen Slade Bounty Hunter by Sandra Cox |
A huge thank you to J.Q. Rose, my honorary cousin, for letting me visit today and talk about my new release GWEN SLADE, BOUNTY HUNTER.
First, a little Old West trivia.
VESTS. They were more than just a fashion
statement.
Cowboys inevitably wore vests. Their shirts had one pocket at best and they couldn’t get to their pants pockets when they were in the saddle. The vests had good deep pockets—usually at least four—and held their smokes, snuff, pocketknives, tally books and other cowboy necessities. They added an extra layer of warmth in cool weather. In summer, they just left them unbuttoned. Besides being practical, the cowboys considered them stylish.
GWEN SLADE, BOUNTY HUNTER BACK OF THE BOOK:
Bounty hunter Gwen Slade always gets her man. Until she
meets charming outlaw Jordie Kidd.
After Jordie saves her family, she finds she can’t in
good conscience turn him in, even if he is worth a thousand dollars dead or
alive. Instead, she sets her sights on the meanest, most-wanted gang in Kansas.
Gwen always works alone until she goes after the gang then finds herself
partnering with an unlikely source.
This time around, not only her life, but her heart is on
the line.
SHORT EXCERPT:
Jordie Kidd’s long-legged Appaloosa ate up
the miles as it galloped farther and farther from Dodge City and Gwen Slade.
Once again Lady Luck taunted him. When the bounty hunter came galloping into
the yard and reined that palomino of hers into a rearing halt inches from his
nose, the sun silhouetting her like an avenging angel, he’d felt a punch right
to the belly. He still had that picture imprinted on his mind.
Of course, he’d heard of her. Who hadn’t?
Especially someone with his face on a wanted poster. What he hadn’t heard…she
had blue-black hair that resembled a sheath of silk, blue eyes like a pretty
lake he’d seen once and skin that just begged to be touched.
He enjoyed women and, Lord bless them, they gave every appearance of enjoying him. They came in all shapes and colors, always entertained and never bored. But he’d never had a reaction to one quite like this. He had a feeling that no matter how much distance he put between them he wouldn’t be leaving Gwen Slade behind. Just his luck, he’d fall for the best bounty hunter in the business.
Click here to order GWEN SLADE, BOUNTY HUNTER at amazon.
ABOUT SANDRA COX:
Sandra is a vegetarian, animal lover and avid gardener. She lives with her husband, their dog and cats in sunny North Carolina.
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| Sandra Cox, author |
Her stories consist of all
things western and more.
She can be found at http://www.sandracoxwriter.com. If you’d like to stay abreast of what’s
going on in her world and any new releases you can send a note in her comment form while you are there. Or simply sign up on the follow by email request form. Her Twitter
handle is: Sandra_Cox and her Amazon page is http://tinyurl.com/SandraAtAmz
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| Arranging a Dream: A Memoir Winter Virtual Book Tour |
I am so looking forward to the tour and visiting with these wonderful hosts. I hope you will come along and enter at each stop where a lucky commenter will be drawn to win a copy of the memoir! Watch for updates and addresses.
You can read about arranging flowers now at my first stop at Sandra Cox's blog, Sandra's Place. Click Sandra Cox to take you there.
Click here to come on over to Nan's blog, Heartwood, to see how I answer her questions about comparing the creation of fiction novels vs nonfiction stories and how to spark memories when writing a memoir. A lucky commenter will win a free eBook of Arranging a Dream: A Memoir.
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| Santa JQ and an unknown elf |
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Thank you for stopping by today.

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| Arranging a Dream: A Memoir by J.Q. Rose |
In
1975, budding entrepreneurs Ted and Janet purchase a floral shop and
greenhouses where they plan to grow their dream. Leaving friends and family
behind in Illinois and losing the security of two paychecks, they transplant
themselves, their one-year-old daughter, and all their belongings to Fremont,
Michigan, where they know no one.
Will the retiring business owners nurture Ted and Janet as they struggle to develop a blooming business, or will they desert the young couple to wither and die in their new environment?
Most of all, can Ted and Janet grow together as they cultivate a loving marriage, juggle parenting with work, and root a thriving business?
Follow this couple’s inspiring story, filled with the joy and triumphs and the obstacles and failures experienced as they travel along the turbulent path of turning dreams into reality.
I walked to class from the hotel on an
early September morning satisfied I knew where I was going because Ted and I
had surveyed the area and found the building before he left for home the night
before. I felt like a grown-up striding alone on the sidewalk among the crowd
of folks racing toward their destinations. Traffic buzzed past me accompanied
by a cacophony of squealing brakes, horns beeping, tooting, blaring and loud
voices yelling. My eyes searched for the bright blue sky only partially seen
through the tall buildings and pulled my jacket together to help keep the cool
wind out.
My hand covered my stomach to calm the
frenzied bees kicked up by my excitement as well as anxiety about the first day
of lessons and meeting people taking the class. Without hesitation, I opened
the glass door and stepped into a room filled with the smell of aged wood and
floral fragrances. Ten thick, dark, wooden tables, waist-high, in two rows seated
two students at each one. I pulled out the barstool type chair and sat down
next to another student. We exchanged hellos and floral experiences. She was
from the Chicago area and worked in a shop. The idea she could help me with
understanding all the new lessons flitted through my mind. I hated to admit to
her I had no experience.
Containers filled with florist’s tools such
as scissors and wire cutters streamed down the middle of the table. A variety
of colorful flowers sat on the floor in front of the class in five-gallon
buckets. Their mixed fragrances tickled my nose. The carnations, roses,
colorful daisies, and fall colored mums which I learned were called poms. Other
flowers sat in buckets on tables, but I had no clue to their names. The
smugness fell from my shoulders. I had so much to learn and only weeks to do it
all.
Right on time, an older man, casually
dressed in slacks and plaid shirt that tugged a bit over his tummy strolled in
with his assistant who was a lanky young man. The noisy conversations silenced,
and the class members riveted their eyes on him, waiting to discover what was
ahead for them.
The teacher, Asa, introduced himself and
David, the assistant. He gave us his award-winning resume in the flower
business injecting some funny stories with his experiences. David, although he
looked young, had worked quite a few jobs in designing flowers and won floral
design contests at shows.
“How many of you are working in a flower
shop?” Asa asked. I was surprised to see about half of the students raise their
hands. I breathed a sigh of relief that others were as green as me.
He said, “Good. That means you can practice
on other people’s customers. Get the experience before you open your own shop.”
My stomach twisted into a knot. I never thought that I would be “practicing” on
customers, but I knew after only three weeks of design school, I certainly
wouldn’t be confident in my design skills. I would have to rely on Hattie to
instruct me in everything, not only design, but also ordering supplies,
bookkeeping, and customer service. I prayed she would hang in there with me to
at least help me get my feet wet on her
customers whom I hoped to keep as mine.
The first lesson was how to use a knife to
make a flower arrangement. I checked in the florist tools containers for band-aids
and bandaging materials. I wanted to be prepared to staunch the bleeding
because cutting up potatoes usually resulted in a sliced finger for me.
“Hold the knife like this.” He held it in
the palm of his hand and up in the air so we could see. “Always keep your knife
sharp.” I winced at the thought of how sharp that blade must be.
David gave each student a cranberry,
red-handled pocketknife. I tugged on the blade to pull it out of the handle. It
didn’t come out of the sheath. Everyone else had theirs out. I gathered up my
courage and pulled on that blade and it released, gleaming under the overhead
lights. I dared not run my finger along the sharp edge.
“When you cut the stem, your knife should
be sharp enough to cut at an angle to slice through the stem. Do not bend the
stem over the knife and cut because the bending will block the stem’s ability
to draw up water.” He made it look so easy to cut through that carnation stem.
One student bravely raised her hand. “Can
we use shears to cut the flowers?” Asa’s eyes darkened. “Not if you want your
flowers to take up water and last for your customer.”
I dreaded using the knife, but there was no
way to avoid it for the next three weeks. Chewing my lip, I made the first
slice through the stem of the carnation provided by David. The knife sailed
through like the stem was gelatin. I tried again and again and each time it was
easier. I soon learned to keep it in my hand at all times. A professional
designer never puts the knife on the counter to place a flower in the
arrangement because it wastes time. Pretty soon that knife felt like an
extension of my hand.
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| Arranging a Dream: A Memoir Winter Virtual Book Tour |
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Nan Sanders Pokerwinski coming up on Wednesday |
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JANUARY |
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Don Levin |
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IWSG Alex |
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Helena Fairfax |
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Natalie Aguirre Followers News |
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Marsha West |
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Jacqui Murray Review |
I am so looking forward to the tour and visiting with these wonderful hosts. I hope you will come along and enter at each stop where a lucky commenter will be drawn to win a copy of the memoir! Watch for updates and addresses. You can read about arranging flowers now at my first stop at Sandra Cox's blog, Sandra's place. Click Sandra Cox to take you there.
PS--While I'm visiting Nan next Wednesday, Sandra Cox will be here with her new Western novel in the Gwen Slade series. Please stop in, say hi and discover why cowboys wore vests.
Arranging a Dream is on pre-order at your favorite online booksellers. The paperback book is available now in time for Christmas gift-giving to flower and garden lovers and dreamers.
Click here to order your print book of Arranging a Dream: A Memoir.
Leave a comment below and you may be the lucky commenter to win the drawing for a digital copy of Arranging a Dream! The deadline to enter is Sunday, December 12 at 9 pm ET. Good luck!!
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