How I Remember Grandma

My grandma is so amazing; I love to just look at her. I can practically memorize her features; each time I close my eyes I take in a little bit more of her. The color of her skin is as creamy and pale as the coconut sherbet at Baskin Robbins. Her dark, graying full head of hair is happiest fresh from the salon, rolled and teased to perfection. Her pick and a tall can of Aqua-Net hairspray is always close by. She smells of Este Lauder perfume and often has a fresh dusting of powder a little too visible on her chin. Most evenings she sports a dress covering similar to an apron, but this one goes over her head, ties on both sides and has a deep pocket in the front. At some point in time it was bright turquoise. Her shoes are typically chosen for comfort and resemble matronly, hospital-issue Easy Spirit loafers.

The quality I love most about my grandma is her busy spirit. Convincing that woman to sit down would quite possibly be the Eighth Wonder of the World. She jets and darts from chore to task never missing a beat.

Although my Granny (praying angel in the Saving Savannah Series) remains in hospice out of state, she continues to be my light and my inspiration. Her deep devotion to the Lord continues to shine through each memory as I continue to put pen to paper . . . in her honor.

I love you always~

Grandma...can you hear me?

Grandma...can you hear me?

This coming weekend is the San Diego Christian Writers Conference. For writers, it's the big hoo-rah, the Big Kahuna, the moment we've all been working towards. Our bi-monthly critique group met last night and everyone was in "conference-mode". We are all teeming with anticipation and wonder.
My book, Saving Savannah is a shocking tale that is written for God's glory and honor even if it has a crazy way of getting there. I really don't know too many of us that have slipped on a banana peel or fell off a turnip truck and found God. For me it was a process, and a journey. It wasn't always pretty but it was MINE!
My co-character in my book Saving Savannah is the only reason I am here today. She's Savannah's Grandmother, who kept her (me) alive by her constant prayers. Now it's my turn to pray for her journey. My Grandmother is 93 years old and lives in hospice out of state. I used to call her every week and shout and tell her hello and how much I love her. She can't hear anymore, even when you scream. She can't see either, hasn't been able to for a very long time.
I feel pretty helpless most days and can't begin to understand why Jesus won't let her go home and hang out in Heaven where she belongs. Grandma if you can hear me, I just want you to know how much you influenced my life. I want to tell you that I love you and couldn't have written this book without you.  Grandma, If you can hear me, I just want to say thank you, thank you for Saving Savannah