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Thursday, September 10, 2020

What if time travel were possible?

If time travel was actually possible, where would you go? In previous years, I would have wanted to travel back a century or so to meet a phenomenal historical character. Maybe a famous artist, writer, singer or an inventor. 

These days, I miss my mom and dad so much, I'd love to go back to when I was a kid. My older brothers and sisters had all grown up and moved away, leaving just me to rattle around the house on my own. On weekends, my parents would pack boiled eggs, bologna sandwiches and sodas in the cooler. They'd gather up their fishing gear and bait. Then, off we'd go in Dad's pickup to one of the three reservoirs located in Curt Gowdy State Park, west of Cheyenne.

Crystal Reservoir, Granite Reservoir or North Crow. All  seemed equally appealing to my folks, and I was just along for the ride. 

We'd leave early in the morning because that was the best time for fish to bite. A pre-teen, I was pretty squeamish about baiting my own hook, so Dad would squish a worm on the end of my hook, cast my fishing line far out into the rippling water (I could never toss it very far) and leave me to my own devices. 

I got bored almost right away. But I loved looking around at the watery blue depths nestled within carved brown banks. Scrubby bushes surrounded the lake and a rare covered picnic table dotted the mounded hills. The air was crisp and the wind blew most of the time, leaving my cheeks chapped and my lips dry.

Mom and Dad had their favorite fishing holes and they'd take their gear down to some muddy spot, sink their line, sit on a metal campstool and wait. I admired their patience, but I never quite understood it.

Me, I didn't have any particular places I liked to fish. But when I got a nibble on my line, I'd call out to my parents and one or the other or both would come running so they could help me reel in my catch. We'd have lunch around noon, then at some point, Dad would gut those fish, clean them, and throw the dripping entrails out toward the shore where seagulls (yes, we have seagulls in Wyoming) would devour the icky mess.

We didn't talk much on those fishing forays, but I remember one of my parents occasionally parting with some precious words of wisdom. What those were, I can't say because they have been lost to the mists of time. I know I felt, safe, comfortable and well loved. That's really all that mattered. 

 After a day at the lake and a cooler stocked with trout, we'd head back home. The next morning, I'd wake up to the aroma of frying fish and hash browns that my mom would make in her giant cast iron pan. Mom or Dad would carefully debone the fish, lifting the thin spine out of the juicy meat with a fork. Man, I was so spoiled!

Years have passed since those days, and I've never tasted fish so good.

So, if the possibility to time travel really existed, I'd go back to be with Mom and Dad on one of those lazy fishing afternoons.  

Where would you go and who would you like to meet if time travel were possible?

Monday, July 27, 2020

Memory Makers, a new release by author Debbie De Louise

Hello everyone and welcome to Wyoming Whispers! I changed the blog's name so that I wouldn't have trouble posting on Facebook. Why the previous name wouldn't work, I have no idea!

Anyway, take it away Debbie!

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This book will also be printed in Hardcover and be produced in audio
Twenty-five years ago, Lauren Phelps and her sister Patty were kidnapped from their backyard on Long Island. Lauren escaped her captor, but Patty was killed.

Ever since, Lauren has suffered from nightmares of the “Shadow Man.” Trying to recall his face and avenge her sister’s murder, Lauren, now a kidnapping investigator, enrolls in a clinical trial for a new memory drug.

At the offices of Memory Makers in California, she receives the injections of the Memory Makers' serum, and begins to experience flashbacks of repressed memories. Along with the flashbacks, she receives threats from an anonymous source that point back to her childhood trauma.

Soon, Lauren becomes involved with a fellow trial participant who seeks to recall his own traumatic past. But can Lauren discover the identity of the “Shadow Man” before history repeats itself?


I leaned back, closed my eyes against the blaring lights of the jail cell-sized room and tried to answer Dr. Murray’s questions about that summer day twenty-five years ago. Concentrating on the images that flickered in my mind, I saw my five-year-old sister and me in a sandbox, a faceless man entering our backyard gate. 

 “Don't think too hard, Lauren. Let the memories come.” The doctor's voice persisted, a mantra in my head. 

I struggled to summon up the rest of the scene.  “Patty and I are in our sandbox and there’s a man, but . . . I’m sorry, Dr. Murray. I can’t see his face.” I opened my eyes. My heart was pounding, the same reaction I had each night after my dreams of the “Shadow Man” that had haunted me since childhood.

About the Author

Debbie De Louise is an award-winning author and a reference librarian at a public library on Long Island. She is a member of Sisters-in-Crime, International Thriller Writers, the Long Island Authors Group, and the Cat Writers' Association. She has a BA in English and an MLS in Library Science from Long Island University.

Her novels include the four books of the Cobble Cove cozy mystery series: A Stone’s Throw, Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Written in Stone, and Love on the Rocks. Debbie has also written a romantic comedy novella, When Jack Trumps Ace; a paranormal romance, Cloudy Rainbow; and two standalone mysteries, Reason to Die and Sea Scope. She lives on Long Island with her husband, Anthony; daughter, Holly; and three cats, Stripey, Harry, and Hermione.

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Friday, July 10, 2020

Embarrassing moments and find fun places to see in your state

A bee gets a sweet treat in my yard.

Despite our present circumstances and worries about COVID-19, I still enjoy being outside and enjoying nature. I also like capturing cell phone photos of wild things and beautiful landscapes.

Yesterday, I found myself talking to an insect. “Come here beautiful butterfly and let Cindy take your picture,” I said as I walked outside after work. A couple of people noticed me following around the yellow-winged creature. Oh, well. What could I say?
Have you ever been caught doing something strange? What did you say?

Meanwhile, I've been enjoying a newsletter, which I've added the link for below, for the last couple of years, "Only In Your State," with information about lovely places to visit. Each state is represented and I signed up for Wyoming. It is fun to look at.

Maybe you'll enjoy learning about unique spots in your state, too.

Thursday, March 26, 2020

California Dreamin' and a Vietnam Era Romance

Welcome to K.C. Sprayberry this morning, who will share some highlights of her new book, California Dreamin', with us. Thank you for stopping by!

“We are fighting a war with no front lines, since the enemy hides among the people,
 in the jungles and mountains, and uses covertly border areas of neutral countries. 
One cannot measure our progress by lines on a map.”
—General William C. Westmoreland.

Vietnam–the name of a country that still evokes strong emotions even forty-seven years after our troops left that region. For far too many people, the memories of their time there are as fresh today as they were when they were fighting in those jungles. Back home, families not only had to contend with the horrific images on nightly news reports, but also the hatred generated by the anti-war protestors.
Tish says goodbye to her long-time boyfriend, Steve, hoping and praying she will see him when his thirteen months in country are over. When she’s told he’s MIA, status unknown, her world shatters. But she never gives up on him, and always believes they will one day reunite…

Excerpt from California Dreamin':

Dear Steve, I can’t say this out loud. If I do, I might start crying, and I don’t want your last sight of me for the next thirteen months to be of tears. I also don’t want you to go, but I understand that you must. Keep your head down, darling. Love you always and forever, Tish.

We don’t speak for most of the ride. I can’t help myself. My birthday is coming up soon but I don’t feel happy to be turning eighteen. Instead, I’m ready to cry for the rest of my life, or the thirteen months my guy, Steve Mason, is in Vietnam.

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About K.C. Sprayberry

“I have a secret… a very special secret. Perhaps you’ve heard this one before… from the time I was a child, I wanted to write stories for people to read.” K.C. Sprayberry

Former California native, K.C. Sprayberry, traveled the U.S. and Europe before finally settling in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. She’s been married to her soulmate for more than a quarter of a century and they enjoy spoiling their grandchildren along with many other activities.

Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times and drives her to grab notebook and pen to jot down her ideas. Those close to her swear nothing or no one is safe if she’s smiling gently in a corner and watching those in the same room interact. Her observations have often given her ideas for her next story, set not only in the South but wherever the characters demand they settle.

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Thursday, March 5, 2020

The Purge

The purge!

I'm not talking about that movie or the TV show. I'm talking about cleaning up your space. I'm no Marie Kondo or Martha Stewart, but I've been trying to clear years of unused stuff from my cupboards, my closets and my life.

I don't care whether it sparks joy, like Kondo believes. I care whether I use it, whether I wear it, and whether it looks good in my home.

My sister Shauna and I also abide by the rule of Swedish Death Cleaning. With that concept, you pare down what you own so when we're no longer here, children, spouses or caregivers don't have to sort through all the junk. 

I feel lighter and tighter. Now if I could just get my body to feel the same!

Do you ever go through a purge phase? Does it make you feel better?

Friday, February 14, 2020

Dreaming of spring

Tired of the ice and snow? Have a look at a summer photo of this bee enjoying the bounty of nature. I'm ready for some warm weather! I'm dreaming of beaches, sunshine and flip flops.

How about you?

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Old dogs, new books

I got a new dog for Christmas!

Well, she's a new old dog, really. Morgan is my son Jordon's pup and she's come to stay at my house before, so she knows her way around. A boxer, she has the funniest expressions! She's 12 and has a pretty saucy and sweet personality.

Morgan, AKA "The Morganator"

Ewok, my little 14 year old poodle Shih Tzu mix isn't terribly thrilled, but they have been sisters before and they get along well.

Also, I've got a new book out! Solstice Publishing released my third title in the Wysteria Hedge Haven witch sisters saga, "Witch Tease."

It's a fun, romantic adventure about Elizabeth "Lizzie" Rose, the oldest of the seven sisters. She and her former flame, Kincaid McAllister, need to send a swarm of Scottish banshees packing in order to save her clan.

It just so happens that Kincaid is also part wulver, and when the need arises, he can transform into a wolf. At many points during their travels in the Faery Realm, his ability comes in handy. Yes, this is a fantasy romance, but sometimes isn't it great fun to set aside the realities of life and allow some magic into our worlds?

Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy reading my work.