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Top Ranked Book Idea for 13 Weeks

Voters loved my book idea for 13 consecutive weeks on SOOP!

Something or Other Publishing is a publishing company that I accidentally looked into further and further down the rabbit hole one day. That is the same day I submitted my book idea “Mandy & Mia” to their website. I am so excited because their publishing model is author-driven, and I have the desire to publish my debut novel before I’m 40. I’ve done some campaigning to get votes, but the #WritingCommunity on Twitter and #bookstagrammers on Instagram is where majority of my votes have been coming from. The writing support system on social media is real and I try to reciprocate the support to everyone who shows it to me. #communityovercompetition

I submitted my book idea to SOOP on March 25, 2021

I have received 383 total votes as of July 15, 2021

I have 617 VOTES to go!



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Ranked no. 10 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for June 5, 2021

I never ranked the same number twice in 13 weeks
My author intuition calls this lucky.


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A Road to Finding Mom Friends

There are many different friendships out there. Some people have a lot of friends, some people have few friends, and some people have zero friends. I fall in the category of “few friends” so in my adult life I have thought that’s why I am close with the friends that I do have. But, the friends that I have today, as a working mom in metro-Detroit, are not friends that I have had my whole life…the road to finding mom friends started a very long time ago.

My first best friend was because our houses were kitty-corner from each other. Our parents both moved into their homes on Wyllys Street at the same time in the Summer of 1985. Kathy and I were both born that summer, we went through school together, and we were in the same social group through most of K-12.

After graduation, we parted ways and went to different colleges. Making friends in college was my next milestone to encounter. That takes me back to Central Michigan University in 2006, when I listened to Nelly Furtado and The Ying Yang Twins. I was single and the college mingle, so I never intended to make new friends…but the friends I did make had a lot to do with my overall college experience. I don’t remember the guy I danced with at the club, I remember the girl who drove me home from the club and we stopped to get fast food on the way.

To be honest about my college education, I didn’t meet these friends at the club, we met in class. The few friends I did meet were very close and stayed as close as we could years after graduation, but distance still parted us. Patty is now living her dream in Cali and Shannon is living her dream in Northern MI.

After college I met my husband, Randy. Fast-forward thirteen years to today: Randy and I are married with two beautiful daughters. Before the girls, it was just the two of us, so he was really in the place of a best friend for me.

It’s cliché to say I married my best friend because that isn’t true. It was my mistake ever thinking someone “From Mars” could be my best friend, haha! But really, married with young children I feel like a momma wolf tending to her cubs while daddy wolf is out hunting all day.

As momma wolf, it is part of survival to have a close friend. I need someone to talk to, I need someone to watch my cubs, I need someone to have playdates with regularly, so it makes sense to have a bff who lives close to home.

It’s not easy to make mom friends. Where do you meet other moms? How do you connect with them? I was introduced to other moms through my daughter’s school, it was on the first day of three year preschool when the teacher said, “look next to you because the people beside you will be like family.” I laughed this off at first, but she was right. It wasn’t until four year preschool ended that my relationship with another preschool mom really took off.

Coincidentally, our kids sat next to each other on the first day, and as moms we were standing there next to each other. We did not know that our friendship would grow one day, just like the teacher predicted. We should’ve followed our kid’s examples and became best friends that very first day.

But, I will reiterate, it’s not easy to make mom friends. Most families have boundaries, and all families are different. When you make friends with another mom, you also befriend and gain trust from their family. Making a mom friend doesn’t happen quickly.

Sam and I didn’t know how much we’d vibe as friends until our mommy paths crossed over and over again. We weren’t in each other’s college classes and we definitely didn’t grow up living across the street from each other, but the friends we have both endured up to this point have made us who we are today. The different lives we have both lived up to today have helped us find common ground as mothers.

I encourage you not to look too far for a friend, because you are already close to them.



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Davey’s Birth Story

This is my second child’s birth story.

Ever since the beginning she has been compared to her older sister. Before she was born, we already knew it was not going to be a natural birth, like her older sister, but a c-section. Davey was very comfortable in a (breached) seated position, so we scheduled a c-section five days before her due date.

It started happening the weekend before her scheduled delivery, but I lost the ability to lift my left leg. It seemed like she was sitting just right, on my nerves. Randy would help me walk around the house, up and down the stairs when needed, and when he wheeled me into the hospital in a wheelchair, the doctor said, “last time I saw you, you were walking.” 

Which was true. So as the nurses were hooking me up to IV’s and taking my vitals, the doctor explained how my nerves are a risk and we should not take the chance with an epidural c-section, where I would stay awake and Randy would be present. Instead, they will put me under general anesthesia and deliver the baby in a surgical room, where Randy will not be present.

Our so-called birth plan was turned upside down. I had no vision of what a delivery like that would be. I never thought that I would be “put under anesthesia” for a delivery. And, Randy cannot be there? He was so excited to be present, and see my intestines, but also be there for the birth of the baby, just like he was for her older sister.

I went through a wave of emotions and tears, all while they continued to prep me for surgery. I had to be alright with this new birth plan. I had to be ok that I was not getting an epidural, and I had to be understanding that Randy would not be there.

I remember saying goodbye to Randy in the hallway, and wheeling through surgery doors to a very cold, clean room. A nurse was hovering above my head and talking to me as she counted down to the time for anesthesia. Then…

Davey Juliette was born on January 16, 2019 at 11:49am, weighing 7lbs 12 oz and measuring 21 inches.

When I woke up, I heard crying and slowly thought, “that must be my baby.” I was handed Davey, and I held onto her tightly. The tense feeling of pain in my abdomen was constant. Every muscle connected to my core was tight. As they wheeled me out, Randy was in the hallway, and we returned back to our hospital room. The nurses were getting me set up and I kept trying to tell Randy, “I feel tense” but I couldn’t get words out. “This is intense?” he asked me.

Frustration and pain were starting to set in, until they got the pain medication started. Our parents and oldest daughter were all patiently in the waiting room, but we weren’t allowed to have visitors come in yet because they wouldn’t be able to hold the baby.  I was instructed to keep holding her.

I knew that my Dad was in the waiting room, and he had to get on the road for work. I felt very strongly about wanting to see him, so they allowed him in. Having his calming presence and beaming love right there with baby Davey and I was the reassurance I needed. Holding my Dad’s hand that day is one of my stronger memories, and even though he wasn’t able to hold his granddaughter, he truly held his daughter in that moment.

The pain medication carried me through the hospital stay, so I remember who visited me but I don’t remember much about the conversation. Pretty quickly after Davey was born, the nerve issues with my leg went away, so everything happened as it was meant to.

Davey’s birth story seemed to happen not according to plan, but it was all Davey’s plan. Today I can say it’s truly Davey’s way or no-way as she is about to turn two years old in a few days. 

I’ve put off writing her birth story because compared to her older sister, I didn’t think there was much to actually write about. But bringing the memories to life that I do have, is still just as important because this is only the beginning of baby Davey’s story.

Read her older sister’s birth story HERE.


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The Sunflower Journals

As I grew sunflowers…
I learned lessons,
I grew in patience and gratitude.
These are my 2020 Sunflower Journal entries.

The broken sunflower.

Snapped, or something.
In an instant—gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
And it won’t grow back,
so I’m forced to say goodbye.

The sunflower sisters.

Growing together,
in the same soil.
Under the same sun,
they look over each other
always and forever.
This love story is true—
sisters won’t stray
from their roots.

The Older One

She grew taller, faster.
She always loomed over you,
and then she bloomed first.

Continue reading “The Sunflower Journals”
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Poetry Submissions

I was inspired when I saw a writing contest on Instagram hosted by @thewritingkingdom

The criteria for the poetry category was: write a poem about grief, loss, or/and sadness. I definitely have a few of those in my writing collection, so it was a blast to pull them out and bring them to life again for the contest! I submitted multiple pieces, and one of them WON!

Endless Hole

Down the hole
is where I lost my soul.

I was looking for my life,
when I lost my soul.

Enchanted by my hate,
he watched me lose my soul.

Friendsunk

Those girls
are two peas in a pod,
smiling and hugging like
they will be sisters forever.
Unaware their friendship
is the Titanic
minutes before it hits
an iceberg.

Their conversation turns gruesome
becoming snarls of a wild lion
protecting its dinner. Like the
countdown to a new year,
their friendship is over and
viewed by onlookers who stare
like kids watching fireworks.

Their friendship becomes
a sunken ship,
only creating ripples of water
when they pass in the halls.
Their companionship forgotten,
just like the one-hit wonder
who sang Achy Breaky Heart.


Drum roll, please…I’m excited about THIS ONE winning, because it’s a poem I’m using in my novel! [One of my MC‘s is a teenage girl who loves to write, and to help me find her voice I pulled out some of my own teenage poetry from 2001-2003.] Sometimes the words you wrote long ago will still be the words you use today.

Thrown into the hole
with no bottom,
I grasp for leverage between my sobs of failure.
There is no way for me to survive,
but only fall with the tears forever.
The hole continues to pull me faster,
I see my future never changing,
never being successful.
I only continue to cry because there is nothing I can do.

Until, I met you.
Until, you changed the hole into a sea of comfort.
I no longer fall down this dark, damp hole
because your strong hands pulled me up.
I can see bright rays of sunshine,
your eyes staring at me with assurance
that my future is no longer non-existent.
You saved me.

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My Favorite Young Adult Novels

Growing up, I always had a story that I was getting lost in. I would tote around the John Grisham book I was reading between classes when I was in high school, and when I was in elementary school I looked forward to the 4th grade reading day where we would sit in bean bag chairs and eat snacks while we read any book…for hours! As I read all those fiction books, my young mind filled with new words and ideas—I felt that I could be the one to write a story like that because, alongside reading I enjoyed writing just as much.

While my #shelfie today doesn’t include a thick John Grisham novel, it includes a wide selection of books that I have kept throughout the years. A lot of the books, are ones I read in my childhood and young adult years. The books stacked to the left are by Roald Dahl. I collected as many of his books that I could when I was growing up—and I read them all. Most importantly, I kept them all to read with my children one day.

Out of my entire stack of Dahl books, my favorite is The Witches.

The Witches by Roald Dahl

Some of the ideas in the story are so out-of-this mind, but Roald Dahl does a great job telling a story with vivid characters. The Witches was adapted into a movie in 1990, and I think it’s an awesome movie that doesn’t stray too far from the book!

The next book in my #shelfie is Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume. This was my absolute favorite book growing up, I probably read it a hundred times. My second daughter’s name is Davey, which is coincidentally the lead female character’s name. Tiger Eyes is about Davey’s journey navigating an uprooted life following the traumatic death of her father.

I encourage you to first read the 1981 book and second watch the 2012 movie that was directed by Judy Blume’s son, Lawrence Blume.

As you scroll through the rest of my #shelfie I’d like to point out a few more from my collection:

Stepping on the Cracks by Mary Downing Hahn
This was one of the first historical fiction young adult novels that I read, and I fell in love with reading stories in the past…

Bachelor Nation by Amy Kaufman
This television show is my guilty pleasure, so I have the inside on the show now…

Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul Journal
My friends and I journaled in here as teens, so it’s fun to look back on as a memoir…

Bull Run by Paul Fleischman
My dad read this story to me as a girl, he’s a Civil War buff so you see some history books hidden on my shelf...

A Glimpse by Jenni Fisher My self-published poetry book, sorry not available on Amazon

What does your #shelfie look like today? What books have you kept from childhood and would you still read them today? Follow me on Instagram and share your #shelfie I’d love to see your books!

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SAHM who blogs | Complete Collection

Here is a complete collection of blog posts from SAHM who blogs, archived back to 2016. As I’ve grown, the things I’m passionate about have come and gone but writing has always been there. Taking the time to write was something I neglected before I became a mom, but as I was trying to find my path as a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) the opportunity to blog about things became very appealing. The more mommy blogs that I read, the more inspiration I got to write my own.

My main goal was to inspire moms, of any age, with recipes, crafts and mommy memories from my own stay at home motherhood. I remember putting a lot of time and thought into my blog, and I spent countless hours educating myself and maintaining the website and all the social media accounts…the least I can do, today, is archive it in a way that can be remembered for many more years, and I would love to share it with you!

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My First Baby

Every mother has a birth story. This is mine. (Published 2016 as SAHM who blogs.) It was 5 days after my due date.  My husband and I arrived at the hospital a little before 6 pm and went straight to the birthing center to check in. We were actually pre-checked in, so they were expecting us and… Continue reading My First Baby

1 Week of Shredded Chicken Recipes

Two days before Charlotte’s due date, my mom came down to visit…so we prepped food for my freezer.  We made some casseroles, but it’s also when she showed me how to prep shredded chicken.  She shared that she makes shredded chicken every couple of months to freeze for recipes.  It’s super easy, just put 8-10 chicken breasts… Continue reading 1 Week of Shredded Chicken Recipes


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Time Sensitive

After you have children, the topic of time comes up a lot. “You blink and they’ll be in college,” is very common to hear in the grocery store checkout lane. I hear people say, “the time goes by so fast” as I watch them look at my child and I see their eyes go back to a time when their own child was that age.

I hear you, and it makes me feel very sensitive about time.

I started reading The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom while I was on vacation. Even though this book is a fable, I connected with it in a way that made me think about time differently:

“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on the wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”

Being on vacation and reading about time, forced me to consciously think more about living in the moment. The time on vacation was ticking down, and the moments were slipping away. I tried to put the book down and take as many photos as I could, to capture those moments in the present time.

Reflection about Time

Well, my vacation is over now, so I have time sensitive thoughts like: “it went by so fast.” Time surrounds me, and these timely thoughts are now seeping into my every day. “Please make it yesterday,” rings out to me from the book as I am trying to finish reading it post-vacation. I wish I could go back on vacation, a day before today, any day before today.

“We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes we forget what we have.”

We all yearn for something to change about time: speed up, slow down, change, stop…this list could go on for a long time. As a full time mom who is employed part time, I fear that there is not enough time in the day. Time flies, and there is simply not enough time to get everything done on top of surviving the day with kids. Seriously, time waits for no one.

Not Enough Time to Finish this Book!

But I persevered and finished the fable: about a man who measured the days and the nights – before the word Time was ever spoken. This man loved his wife dearly, but he left her when she was deathly ill so he could beg at the highest tower for the days and nights to stop. It was, in that moment, he became Father Time and the concept of Time was born. He was cast away to live for thousands of years in a lonely, isolated cave; surrounded by tears that came from people on Earth begging for time – crying about time.

Father Time (FT) was given an opportunity to be freed from his immortality in this cursed cave. He was called to Earth to save two very different people: a young teenage girl considering suicide, pleading for time to “Make it Stop.” The other was an old man with a critical illness who is pleading for “Another Lifetime.” These two are brought together, by FT, the second before they choose their final fate.

The two were confused about why they were brought together. It was as if time had frozen for that second. FT would use that second to show them the future. How both of their final fate decisions would impact the ones they love.

FT realizes the blessing he was given. Even though he felt sadness for those thousands of years, he had a greater purpose that came to fruition in that second: to help these two very different humans come together because “in their normal lives, they never would have met.”

When that second in time unfreezes, what will the fateful two decide to do? And what happened to Father Time? Let’s just say, his ending brought tears to my eyes. I really don’t want to give the answers (but just encourage you to read the book!)

If you had all the time in the World – what would you do with it? If you had only one second – what would you choose?

Would you get everything done that you have dreamed about doing for so long? Or would you just waste it away? Whatever it may be, the time is yours. It’s ticking everywhere. Make of it what you can – don’t yearn for time to change.


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A Letter to My Daughter About Christmas Stress

As prime Christmas stress-time seems to be approaching, I am reminding myself of the advice I would share with my daughter when she is an adult. It’s helpful writing this out so that it will help me get through it, just as it’s important to share these words with her one day.

Dear Charlotte,

Christmas is a very magical time of year! You get to sing Christmas carols, eat yummy foods, bake Christmas cookies, and share this magical time with your family. But, there are also hard times you have to go through this time of year. Sad things can happen, or we may not be able to celebrate with someone in the family because they are no longer with us, or someone in the family may make you feel sad by something they say to you.

My mom always tells me that she wishes her wealth of knowledge that comes from going through life can just be passed along instantly to her children because it would make those hard and sad times easier to get through. With all my heart, I wish those exact same things from me to you…but you still have your own life to experience these things, so I have my own words of wisdom to pass along to you.

When you have your own family, you will be pulled in many different directions on what to do around Christmastime. Since you spent your childhood with Mommy and Daddy’s families, now that you are an adult you will start spending Christmastime with your children, your significant other’s family, and your own family…which will seem like a lot! Of course your dad and I hope to see you lots around the holidays, but you simply need to coordinate what is comfortable for your family. Don’t do too much.

It is harder to get through this time of year if sad things weigh you down, so you need to focus on what makes you happy. Right now, you make me happy. You are such a happy, healthy, beautiful little girl! Watching you laugh at Daddy when he puts on a Santa hat is the moment I want to live in this holiday season; leaving all past year stresses and sadness behind.

I wish that for many years we have wonderful Christmastimes together…full of laughter, baking cookies, sharing traditions, and so much more. 

I love you very much,
Mommy

Originally published on Her View From Home