Friday, October 31, 2014

A Halloween Post - Aliens, Zombies, and the Book of Revelation

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Sanctuary is another winner from the pen of Pauline Creeden. With aliens, zombies, the apocalypse, and faith all rolled together in a masterfully written read, you can't go wrong with this book, even if you are like me, a not-so sci-fi fan.

Jennie Ransom, a sophomore in college has been told by her parents that she can't go back to school this year, due to alien spacecrafts hovering all over the country. Jennie's reaction to the news of having to go to the community college instead is that of an immature teenager. She whines, she complains - but as she loves her parents, she does obey them. When the doors of the spacecrafts finally open, I know that she's glad that she listened to them.

Jennie's mother, who was outside in the garden at the time (despite the below normal temperatures and the impeded amount of sunlight since the aliens came), was viciously attacked by the aliens (someone at the tv station called them Shisa) - lion/dog-like creatures that were extremely fast. Taken to the hospital by her husband, Jennie and her young brother Mickey, stayed at home and waited, barring doors and windows from the creatures. Jennie, terrified and knowing that she was now responsible not only for herself, but for Mickey, she turns toward the Bible, and the faith that she was raised in. Jennie was on her way to maturity, however forced it was.

Making their way to the church where Pastor Crawford and his wife were was a treacherous journey. Her father, Jack, had himself been bitten by this time. Out of food, watching those who had been infected by the Shisas turn into zombie-like creatures who also wanted to bite others, Jennie raced to the sanctuary. Once there, the decision had been made to get to Fort Monroe via the church bus. There were many survivors at the church with more pouring in daily. It was there that she met Brad and later his brother, Hugh, who she had known as a biology teacher at her former high school. Her brother Mickey was more discerning than Jennie was when it came to goodness and integrity. She was momentarily blinded by beauty and charm. This was the first hint of a romance for Jennie in this story.

Pauline Creeden shows what true faith looks like - not faith in yourself, a preacher, or a denomination, but faith in the Word of God - the Holy Bible. This plays a pivotal role in Jennie's survival. It also may provoke one to take a look into their own faith, and exactly what they believe.

If you want to know what happened next, you must get the book. No matter the price, it is a wonderful read that you won't want to put down. It is easily one of the best books that I have read this year.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Having A Blast With "Chronicles of Steele: Raven"!

Having A Blast With "Chronicles of Steele:  Raven"!

I love books - books of all genres, but most of all I love discovering authors that I can place on my own "favorites" list.  I have found a winner in Pauline Creeden.
I have read non-fiction books by this author, and thought they were well-written but there was no immediate "click" - that is until I read Chronicles of Steele:  Raven.  
This steampunk fantasy book has just been released - today - as a complete book.  I read this originally in a four episode format, and it was one of those "read at one sitting" tales.

Well-written and well-edited, this book is about Raven, a Reaper.  Contacted by the sickly heir to the throne, Raven was charged with the protection of Darius, the youngest of the Duke's sons, who the Duke wanted dead.  Darius was tormented by seizures (generally brought on by fear and stress), which cause explosions when he was near any mechanical horses, automatons, artificial limbs, etc.  There was a slight possibility of a cure - at least that was the rumor - but it would mean contacting the Wood Witch, who was as out of favor with the Duke as Reapers were.
 As a Reaper, Raven's mantra was that for every person reaped, another soul must be redeemed.  Following this belief to the letter kept Raven from settling down with her childhood love, something that she desperately wanted.  Danger and adventure followed Raven and Darius throughout their journey and avoiding the Duke's guards  was something that she must do in order to complete her mission.
Was Raven successful?  Did she even the score enough to marry her sweetheart, or was she too late?  Was Darius saved from the man who wanted to destroy his own son?  Why did he hate Darius so much?  Buy the book and find out!  This is a book for any age - appropriate language for both children and adults and the romance that's woven is sweet.

As today is the release of the book with an event (, and so close to Halloween, I decided to have some fun and dress the part of a reaper.  With knives, poisons, and a gun, I am set!  My headlamp has night vision, so as not to alert the enemy.  One is never too old for fantasy!     

My copy of Chronicles of Steele:  Raven on my Kindle
Poisons at the ready!

Well armed with a dagger and gun

Grabbing for knife, with dagger in hand

Mission accomplished!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

An Inconvenient Truth

I was first diagnosed with fibromyalgia after being rear-ended while stopped in traffic.  My Honda CRV was basically totaled.  Although I tried to return to work as a medical records clerk, I was unable to do so.  I had experienced many of the "peripheral" problems associated with fibro over the years - plantar faciitis, migraines, TMJ, etc., but it was after that October 2006 collision that I finally learned the truth.
It is an inconvenient truth that I will live with the rest of my life.  Although I am a believer in the healing power of God, I also believe that sometimes we must bear the burdens of our illnesses.  I know that - through the power of prayer and a relationship with Jesus - I can endure this, and that unless He changes His mind, I will HAVE to endure this.

Nevertheless, it is a powerful burden to live with.  Most people don't understand the extreme exhaustion, the unending pain, and the horrific "flares" that come with this disease.  Many think that we are lazy, self-centered, unsociable, drug seekers and hypochondriacs.  This could not be farther from the truth. We learn to take each hour, each day, as it comes.  We eventually learn not to make plans or promises, because we don't know how bad the pain and exhaustion will be on any given day. There is a wonderful story called:  The Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino that is very appropriate.   I would suggest that everyone read this if interested in learning about friends and loved ones who suffer from fibro.

It is difficult to do what we really want to do when there's so much that must be done - things that many people take for granted.  How difficult is it to sweep, wash dishes, or cook a meal?  For many of us, just doing these few things will wipe us out for the day.  With the pain and the exhaustion often comes "fibro fog". Sometimes people with fibro can't concentrate enough to read, forget how to spell or speak in coherent sentences.  Often we forget words.  When it happens the first time, it's terrifying.  Eventually we learn the triggers - stress, overwork, and increased pain levels.

I love writing poems.  I enjoy reading books and reviewing them. I started blogging in an attempt to get back to writing - poetry, reviews, experiences - anything. However, I've realized that I must pick and choose what I want and need to do on any given day. Feeling guilty about not getting everything accomplished is no longer an option for me. That only makes things worse.  

If you have fibro, ease up on yourself.  Push yourself of course, but at the same time, cut yourself some slack. You can still do it.  It may take you much longer, but don't give up. If you don't have fibromyalgia, learn about it.  There is no known cure, but it can be managed somewhat.  Read the Spoon Theory and think about each of your daily "spoons", then maybe you can understand.

Friday, August 29, 2014

There Is A Time For Everything 

A time to cook, a time to clean
A time to sit, a time to lean
A time for playing with the dog
A time to sleep like a forest's log
A time to read that newest book
A time to sweep in every nook
A time to hear, a time to talk
A time for slow mountainous walk
A time for joy in each sunrise
A time for tears - no prying eyes
A time to stare up at the stars
A time to heal from all the scars
A time to question everything
A time to accept what life brings
A time to spew out all those words
A time for those thoughts to be heard
A time to sew, a time to craft
A time to rewrite that first draft
A time to cuddle and hold hands
A time alone, this I demand
A time of worship and of praise
A time of prayer throughout each day
A time to reflect and review
A time to wipe the slate anew
A time to regret and release
A time to forgive and have peace
A time to dream, a time to dance
A time for recovery, perchance
A time for each season of life
A time to let go of all strife
A time to grasp each day with glee
A time to savor all I see

For I am not promised another day
No, I'm not promised another day...

copyright Linda Whitehead Humbert 8/29/2014

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Snippets For Today

It has been months since I left the last poem on this blog.  I guess that at the time I began posting, I didn't realize that I'd bitten off more than I could chew.  I have always had a difficult time balancing every aspect of my life, and it's sort of been an "all or nothing" thing with me.  I had to back away until I got some perspective and more understanding about exactly what I want in life.  Not that I've had a great "ah-ha" experience, but I do have a little more insight.  You would think that a 50+ year old would have it together, but I have learned that being grounded is something that even some 70 year-olds are still struggling with.

Although I've shared verses with you in the past, I've not told you much about who I am.  Starting today, and with each new post, I will begin telling you a little about myself and sharing more poems as I feel led.

Even though I remember playing either alone or with my friends, I mostly remember having my nose stuck in one book or another.  As a child of the 60's with death and war splattered across the TV screen and newspapers, Civil Rights marches and political assassinations, the Manson family made the biggest impact.  I read and watched everything that I could about them (and yes, I was reading newspapers and magazines at a pretty young age), almost to the point of obsession, okay - I was obsessed.  From these senseless murders, my fascination with serial killers and all things evil began.

I was a voracious reader (I still am at times when health permits, but that's for another blog).  I read biographies, history, all sorts of fiction (no erotica and I'm not really that fond of sci-fi) and non-fiction, but my lifelong quest of trying to understand evil had begun before the age of ten.  Because of this, I've probably read more books on crime and  psychology than any other genre. I have come to the conclusion that no matter how much I read, how many well made documentaries that I watch, I will never fully understand it. I believe that there's a capacity for evil inside each of us, and we all have a choice.  I realize that that's a somewhat simplistic view, but that is what it boils down to -

Saturday, April 26, 2014

A Heart Wasted

This fragile heart withholds itself -
It never completely surrenders.
The icy fear of rejection
And searing pain is what hinders.

What once was always expanding,
Has become hardened and scarred.
Those abusive years took it's toll -
That perfect beauty now marred.

It didn't happen overnight -
Took half my life to do it.
I wish I could go back in time,
Change my beliefs and redo it.

But choices made can't be undone,
Nor lies I once believed as truth.
The mold has set, the die is cast,
Can only chalk it up to youth.

copyright Linda Whitehead Humbert 4/26/2014

Thursday, April 24, 2014


Blissfully soaking
In the warmth of the sun -
Light breeze is stirring,
The day has begun.

On porch with coffee,
My notebook and pen,
A new day's dawning -
Let the fun begin!

Morning time's savored -
Thank God for each day.
Can hurry later,
First take time to pray.

Inner peace is gained
By quiet solitude
And prayers to heaven -
That's what sees me through.

Yearning for quiet
To ponder and plan - 
If I don't have this,
Day gets out of hand.

Filled with thankfulness -
I know that I'm blessed.
Now time to work -
God handles the rest.

copyright Linda Whitehead Humbert 4/24/2014