Monday, December 29, 2014

Funeral For Ms. Woods

Virda's funeral was today. She was the first person in Texas to be truly nice to me and I was blessed to know her. Virda worked in the Dunworth household for about 60 years and nothing ever slowed her down.

In that time, her house burned down, her husband and grandson preceded her to heaven. Yet even in the midst of sorrow she held her head high and was truly an inspiration to us all!

Virda worked every day until she was 92 years old. She left us at 94... really let that sink in. How much did she see and inspire in her day? If nothing else she inspired me to keep trying. She was a true friend, and for that I am truly grateful.

That's my side of it,


Friday, December 26, 2014

New kid's show! Episode 2... White Rabbit reads a story by Lewis Carroll... also many other stories will be on in the future.

Guess what I got for Christmas? A wedding ring, finally! GORGEOUS!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

We will

have another kids show out before New Years. I'll post the link here. However I'll be making them as I can, not on a schedule. There are still more books to be released that will need my attention. Also, with the recent deaths there's a lot to deal with. So stay tuned! (Also I feel another novel coming on... hmm!)

That's my side of it,

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Letter from the Editor

“I shout into the void in hopes that someone can hear me, and when I realize they can’t, I write.”
I have been writing since I was very young and have progressively become more and more tuned to my muses within. I write everything from fantasy to historical fiction to thrillers, and am currently working on a romance novel.
English is not my first language, but it is my favorite. I strive for utter perfection, and after years of creative writing classes, I have come to the conclusion that words are flawless, even if you put them together the wrong way. This realization led me to be an editor, to work with the writers out there in the world saying the things I never could, so that their words could flow from them without concern. I am the defender of their words, the one who protects and nurtures them, until they are raised up into that idea of perfection that first inspired me.
I have stories of my own to share, words of my own to be read, but those, too, I will defend.

“I may not agree with what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Our new show!

Think I got the malware out now! Merry Christmas!


or something. See the blog at our Cheshire Grin Publishing FB page until we get this straightened out.

Catch our kids show though:


Friday, December 19, 2014

NEW Book

And a kid's you-tube show will be joining it in 2015!

New Editor

starting after Christmas. And many other surprises in 2015!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

We are going soon to buy an artificial Christmas tree that lights up by itself. I want the huge and bushy one that looks like a real tree. You know the kind.... the one you take a good four hours to assemble and then ask your family, “Dude do you think these screws were important?” You know the kind that you stuff back in the too tiny box and then stand around and debate what to do with the other 500 branches that won't fit. You know... the kind with all the instructions written in German. You know that kind? That's what I want!

I want traditional ornaments too! Comprende? Those hugely expensive and over priced ornaments and decorations that you spend another four hours of your life getting on there just right... and then the dog knocks the whole #$%^ thing over? Yes! A tree all decorated in shiny glassy ornament that you deliberately choose in Hanukkah colors simply to confuse your guests! I want that!!!!

I want a traditional Christmas... you know the kind? The kind where you have enough lights in your yard to make a runway for a lear jet? The kind where you buy Christmas lights for the roof and then realize you have to go back to the #@$% Walmart to buy a ladder? You know the kind of Christmas when you go to put up the lights and after 20 attempts and 5 spills off the wobbly Walmart ladder you realize the outside outlet didn't work? The kind where by July your lights are still up because hey... Christmas will get back here eventually! That's the kind of Christmas I want.

Plus I want about a zillion gifts for the grandbaby. You understand me? I want to fist fight other people for toys that he will out grow in 2 months. You see? Those kinds of presents... the kind you sit up all night trying to assemble only to find that it needs batteries and has a million stickers that still need to be put on? Yeah man tradition! There's nothing in the world that compares to the work you put in and the money you spend just to see the grandkids playing with the boxes! I NEED that!

I want that gorgeous feeling on Christmas morn when my kid opens her 58 presents and then utters the 3 words that change every mother's life. Those three sacred words... “Is that ALL?”

I want to wade for days through bags of discarded wrapping paper. And wonder why it ever occurred to Nanna to crochet me an orange and baby puke green bikini. I want to cook and bake for weeks on end only to have my relatives criticize every last homemade cookie and candy! I want that so much!

I also want every detail because I want a train under my tree for the kids. I want that certain one. I want that highly over-priced, last one in stock have to put it on lay-away or sell the kid in order to afford it. You know the one I'm talking about? I want the one that takes almost 3 hours to assemble. There is not one moment like the Chiristmasy moment when you find out it only runs backwards! That's a real Christmas.

And the very best part? When at the end of the night you sit quiet, engorged and you look at that tree. And you think about when you had nothing. When you were practically homeless and just starting a family together. When you lived in the slums and your first Christmas tree together looked more like a deformed version of the burning bush with very few decorations. And you remember the dollar store slices of ham that had to serve as the Christmas feast. You remember those dollar store presents that you could barely afford and how very much they meant... especially when he looked at you softly and said, “Everything's perfect.” When you finally remember that you went through all of this to celebrate the story of the struggle, and keep that fire alive in your heart because God how you love this little family. And then you softly say, “Happy Birthday God.” I really, REALLY want that!

That's my side of it,

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Oh Christmas Blog, Oh Christmas Blog

Things I don't get:
1. If Jesus was Jewish then why do we serve ham on Easter and Christmas?

2. If you send someone many happy returns, do you owe postage?

3. If your muffin top gets too big during the holiday feast is it then considered a loaf of bread?

4. When people say Merry X-mas are they promoting algebra or bad spelling?

5. Doesn't global warming sort of make snowmen endangered?

6. How do they get the Christmas Wreaths to grow in a circle like that?

7. Was Rudolf secretly part of a covert government experiment?

8. If this blog got too much holiday cheer would it become an egg blog?

9. If I gave the Ghost of Christmas past a Christmas present would it create a paradox?

10. If cake is awesome and fruit is nummy why when we mix them do we get something that tastes that bad?

That's my side of it,
Merry Christmas

Thursday, December 11, 2014


has locked me out again. I refuse to send them my bills and ID, because they aren't the govt. They are only a social. To follow my blog go to
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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Another Cancelation

We were planning a big unveil for the Schnoozles book complete with a reading at Broadway. I was really hyped up. Sadly with 2 deaths and 2 estates to be sorted, add to that just plain sadness... maybe next Christmas okay?

Look on the bright side. In 2015 we are unveiling a home-school textbook and that actually we might create something amazing for. Sarah has sort of gone down another road and it's all up to me now. I am happy for her and more than over-whelmed. I will figure this all out guys... but it's going to take so much time and effort, which I am very short of with all that's going on. So be patient, we'll all get there... together.

Stay tuned, my witty Christmas post is on the way when I can find it.

That's my side of it,

Monday, December 8, 2014

Another Death

My Daddy Jim passed this morning. He'll be having Christmas with his mom, his son Jimmy. Lorena, Pappaw, Randy, Daddy D and Jesus. Who throws a better party than that? 
We'd like to thank everyone for their prayers during this difficult time. God Bless!

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Friday, December 5, 2014

Gone for the weekend

Tyler's coming! I have art projects and cookiebaking stuff!!! OH BOY!

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Good News and Bad

Okay so the bad news is that my biological father is dying. Can't even talk about that because it hurts.

My father-in-law has passed also, God rest him. Christmas looks very grim at the moment.

HOWEVER I do have good news... 10 years ago I sucessfully kicked cancer's ass... no reoccurance! The doc just called actually. On that note... ladies PLEASE always get those terribly uncomfortable exams. Once cancer shows on us it is normally too late. Beleive me when I say failure to be regularly tested can kill.

My friend Ms. Bonnie was the sunshine of my life. She caught a cold before she went back to the 911 funeral. When she returned one week later her cold was so bad she couldn't breathe and an ambulance was called. She died a week later from ovarian cancer. I was utterly destroyed.

My own experience was that I had an undiagnosed illness so chronic I spent 2 years in bed. Docs couldn't find anything, put me on anti-depresants. One day Vicki said, "You haven't had a pap in three years, so before you come back for your next appt, you will have one,"

They found what they called, "pre-cancerous lesions." So I decided on a hysterectomy as it runs in my family. I was terrified of surgery and asked the nurse scheduling if I could have 2 weeks before surgey to psyche myself up. She said, "I don't know what they told you. You don't have one week left!" So 2 days later I was in surgery.

I got my form of cancer from a virus known as HPV, when I was younger I was raped and recieved the lovely door prize of cancer, I was called, "unclean." A rumour started that I never bathed in that area... a second punishment. My consolation? The fucker that did it probably died and ergo is no longer stalking women in Hialeah.

That having been said, kids, DO NOT EVER assume that unprotected sex won't kill you! Be safe not sorry. Also get tested regulaurly. In addition if you keep up with current events... there IS a vaccine for HPV. Get it. Don't go through suffering that you can prevent! Call your GYN today!

That's my side of it,

PS. I know it's not appropo to be such an open book. Thing is I've never heard of an unread book saving lives either.