Thanksgiving

I can't believe it but Thanksgiving is almost here. I would be lying if I said the holiday will be easy this year. It will be different without my mom present and in a way I am grateful that I will be away. There's something about palm trees and basking in the sun to make one forget their sorrows. I have so much to be thankful for, it's hard to mourn. I am not one for self-pity, never was and can't bring myself to go there now.

I am constantly reminded of the gifts both my parents gave me that carry me forward today. Yes, I will always miss them but when I reflect on my childhood, we had some classic Thanksgiving dinners. My large Italian family would gather around our diningroom table and I felt so happy yet so small surrounded by so many "large" personalities. My family tends to be loud, talking over each other to make their point. Our parties are boisterious affairs filled with much laughter.

I and my siblings will all be apart this year and though we had a family celebration last weekend, we will only be together in spirit on Thanksgiving Day, talking to one another on the phone across the miles.

That will just have to do.

In the Midst of Book II- Blood Kiss (Working Title)

Christian has come to quite the realization about his true parentage. Not to give too much away, but the person whose genes he carries is not the man who raised him after his mother died of small pox in 1745. It is only now, in the twenty-first century that he discovers who his real father is and how their destiny's have been intertwined since he was a child in Meudon, France.

He also learns something startling about the love of his life, Josette Delacore, a mortal whom he left behind and who died by the guillotine in 1790. Sometimes the past refuses to remain as such and when confronted with it centuries later, it may make you feel blessed, or perhaps you feel as though you have gone mad.

Either way, there's no turning back from the pain and the people you left there.