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jonesbToday we honor one of my best friends, Brian Jones…he is a righteous beast. This man dedicates 24/7- 365 to ending MS. He doesn’t have MS, he has a strong body and strong mind to work for those who do suffer from MS. I’m proud to call this man friend and lucky he is part of my circle in life. Please consider a donation to help his fight…he’s raised twelve thousand just this year up to now, his goal is 20K!! If you can even drop $5, it all pushes for a cure. Please see today’s message from the one and only–Brian Jones

Dear Friends and Family,

Multiple sclerosis is a chronic, unpredictable disease of the central nervous system, which is made up of the brain, spinal cord and optic nerves. It is thought to be an immune-mediated disorder, in which the immune system incorrectly attacks healthy tissue in the central nervous system.

In 30 days I will be riding in my 10th Bike MS to raise awareness of this disease and it’s affects millions of people, and to raise money to help fund research for new treatments and and a cure. I am asking for your help in this important cause because of eight amazing women I know who live with MS every day.

Please consider a tax-deductible donation that will benefit the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. Click on the link below to visit my personal page for information on how to donate.

On behalf of Diane, Lisa Frey, Angie, Leah, Patti, Lisa Warner, Beth, Sandi and myself, thank you for your continuing support.

God bless,


STOP disease progression, RESTORE what’s been lost, and END MS forever.

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Lookee!!! So Happy, It’s My First Writing Award!


To get this award is a huge honor. It’s not about prestige or ego, it’s a validation. My writing touched someone, and I was recognized for it. I’m both humbled and flattered. I love my writing life, I really do.

Thank you to all my supporters, you mean more than the world.

hugs and Happy Valentine’s Day!


A First! Nominated at PRG!!!!! Whoo Hoo


2014 PRG_Reviewer's_Choice_nominee

Amazing honor! This series is near and dear to my heart. I’m so happy I’m reaching readers wiht the same feeling.

part of the 5* review “This was by far my favorite book in the series. Although it ended with a cliffhanger, something I totally hate, I still couldn’t give it less stars. The story was compelling and the characters were amazing. Caleb and Owen are more brothers than friends and are always there for each other. Caleb and Kalista are both in their first boyfriend, girlfriend relationship. Owen and Pearl are two people who share the same type of pasts and who are beginning to care for each other, but there is a lot more to come, and there are a lot more questions to be answered.

Although this is a YA series I enjoyed it and this book left me wanting more.”

see complete review here:

thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!

New Review So Awesome! Happy Monday

Great Christmas Read…take you away from the craziness…

Full of mystery Pearl hitchhiked into Owen’s life. He saw the timid girl underneath the toughness and felt love where Morgan left a broken heart. However, they both had difficult pasts, filled with dangerous secrets, including murder. Could they trust their pasts would stay buried?

A supposed monster attacked people in the quiet area of Caddo Lake. When the creature finally killed, it demanded attention. An inquisitive local reached out to the Critter Getters for help cracking the myth. How was Pearl connected to this creature of the black lagoon? Did she control the vengeance roiling beneath the murky waters? Would she be accused of another homicide?

When Owen is hurt, Pearl is a prime suspect, but could she really control lightning, as well as the strange creature of the lake? All gets more complicated when Morgan shows up, professing love and demanding answers. Will Owen ever remember what happened?

Quote from review- “Allee Mae has gotten a little more serious here and has still kept her tale fresh, filled with mystery and loaded with shocking surprises. Book three seems to show a new side to Allee Mae that promises to be quite possibly her best! I feel like I am watching these young adults mature and come of age through some pretty tough trials as their pasts are revealed in more depth. One thing for sure, I was definitely taken out of my world and once again, was firmly planted in theirs.”

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Yeah, If I had a dollar….

I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost three years.

Thank you for listening, periodically, I will have a new installment chronicling my journey-

I stopped and thought about the number of doctors I’ve seen since January 2013. As close as I can get to the numbers include:
3 Rheumatologists, 1 cardiologist, 1 vascular doc, 1 Ob/GYN, 3 neurologists, 1 oncologist, 1 gastroenterologist, 1 immunologist/allergy doc, 1 hematologist, one pain management doc, 3 orthopedists, one spine specialist, and three ER visits. I’ve given at least 200 vials of blood, taken 100 xrays, 3 CT scans, 1 MRI, and several urine tests.
I’m in a serious relationship with BC/BS.
I will say, and I almost hesitate to go out loud with it, but, I think I might be on the right track. Finally.
You see, other than all the problems I have, I’m a healthy woman. I’ve gained 30 pounds in 3 years, and I’ve had friends recommend supplements, workout plans, diets, etc. My blood pressure is getting higher, probably a result of weight gain and lack of cardio. However, I’m chronically ill inside the body of a healthy woman.
Thank goodness for the long health kick and exercise regimen I was on up until a few years ago. I only believe I’m as healthy now as I am because I geared my body up for battle. At the time, I thought I was training for triathlons and runs, but, it’s been much more important than that. I was training for everything I’m going through now and what I will go through in the future.
So, I’m changing the name of these installments, I haven’t found the perfect name yet. I’m pondering.
Today, I’m nervously awaiting the results of my colonoscopy/endoscopy from last Friday. My GI doc removed 2 polyps, biopsied the linear furrows/white specks in my esophagus, biopsied the inflammation in my stomach. Four biopsies, one impatient patient. I have a hiatal hernia, but, we are waiting on any treatment recommendations for the results. By my next post, hopefully, I’ll have something to report.
Until then…I’m plodding on.

Book Three Look At ME – BOOM!

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Frayed faded curtains blew in the cooled night air. She remembered her room, but she could not get relaxed. Something told her danger was coming. She couldn’t speak.
As a child, Pearl slept with the window open. She felt the flies and mosquitoes that came in through the window with no screen. But, she also had the cheerful lightning bugs bouncing around the darkness when they visited. Further, she welcomed any stifling swamp breeze in the hot, stuffy room. Pearl coughed from her asthma in the heavy, humid air. Her momma yelled, “Stop your hacking, I can’t afford no fancy medicine.” Pearl contained as much as she could, smothering the noise into her flattened well-worn pillow. Her lungs and ribs became sore from struggling to stop herself.
Pearl learned to keep her ails to herself. If she was so sick she couldn’t stand the thought of school, she pretended to go, instead walking to the woods to sleep away her pain. It took all her strength some days to make it the distance to the closest refuge. Occasionally, her momma had aspirin in the house and Pearl snuck a few to keep hidden in her dresser drawer. As long as Pearl didn’t ask her mom for much, they got along just fine. The horribly deviated life became Pearl’s personal challenge to defeat. She awaited the day when she wasn’t so small and helpless and could not only defend, but take care of herself in every way.
She finally calmed the hacking and allowed her little body to relax one limb, one joint, one muscle at a time. Relief flooded her when she heard no more noises coming from behind the thin walls. Pearl might be spared this particular evening. The quiet might mean her mother’s party had broken up early.
However, inevitably, sadly, horrifyingly, the door to her room opened and a shadowy figure appeared. No reprieve and nowhere to go, trapped like an animal, Pearl pulled the covers up to her nose. He stumbled across the room before finally settling on the edge of her bed with a wallop. He lost his balance, falling backward against her legs, covered only with a thin worn sheet. As he clumsily removed his shoes he finally spoke, “Yore momma said I could sleep in here. Yours is the only bed left.”
Pearl’s stomach quaked. She pushed as close as she could against the wall the bed butted up against. She looked for the lightning bugs that took her away from the nightmares. She watched them rebound, flying across the room in erratic patterns. She imagined being one of them. Pain overtook her small frame and wormed into the core of her emotions. She cried hot, silent tears in the small bed he invaded, taking her innocence. She looked desperately for lightning bugs, but couldn’t find any. All she saw was blackness. The atmosphere smelled like stale booze—and it felt like calloused hands—and the desperation burned with a searing permanence into her midsection.
She finally screamed.