Come home safe is my way of saying that home will always be their safe place to land. Published by Grown and Flown and picked up by Between Us Parents.
You’ve been practicing the “let go” since they were born even though you can’t remember how or when.
God prepares us for letting go of our children, the day they’re placed in our arms.
Thrilled and still shaking a bit after The TODAY show site featured my blog post about my daughter's empathetic journey. Excited they accepted me as an contributor, and grateful they featured my piece on their Community page, then Today Parents followed by the main TODAY.com feed (twice). So far the post has scored over 2,000 reactions, 275 comments, and 600 shares. Read the complete story here:
Thank you TODAY Parents for featuring my piece on Surprise Grief during the Holidays. Honored to be picked up again.
Sometimes We Don’t Realize We’re Doing Too Much Until it All Comes Crashing Down.
One of my essays is featured on Her View from Home. What an honor!
Who comes to mind when you hear the name Alex? Taylor Swift or Taylor Lautner? What about the name Carson? Cameron? Morgan or Reese? What about names like Peyton? Dylan, Riley or Jordan? Are they unisex names or names that you think are predominately female? Do you think of Drew Barrymoreor Drew Brees? Blake Shelton or Blake Lively? Consider this: Blake Lively named her daughter, James
Our family four-pack is a happy bunch. We laugh early and often. We are a cheerful and jovial people. We sometimes get asked “What makes your family different? You seem to get along with your teenagers when so many parents struggle to connect with theirs. What’s your secret?”
Last summer, my sisters began planning the first ever vacation with just the three of us sans husbands and kids. It was to be an exciting sister adventure — leaving our worries and cares behind and traveling to the Bahamas in February for what my middle sister coined #SistersCruise2019
Parents and teenagers debate many issues but technology and social media usage is one of the hottest, hot buttons I’ve discussed with my parenting friends. The time spent on phones, tablets and computers is overloaded with conflict and many differences of opinions.
Girls often get a bad rap for being cruel and having a mean girls attitude, but from what I can see, sometimes what teen girls say about themselves is worse than what they say about each other.
So proud to have been selected to contribute to Chattanooga Moms Blog.
I'm excited to share my stories with this amazing group of women.
Read my first blog post here:
Searching for an addition to your summer reading list? Check out my latest review for The Southern Lit Alliance on Mary Alice Monroe's The Summer Guests.
You don't you have a green thumb to enjoy this memoir. Here's my latest book review for Southern Lit Alliance .
Here's your favorite Southern summer read from New York Times best selling author Karen White. Check out my review of Dreams of Falling for Southern Lit Alliance.
I'm honored to share my latest book review for the Southern Lit Alliance.
George Singleton's book "Calloustown" displays his unique storytelling ability with a collection of comedic tales that weave through life in this small fictitious South Carolina town.
Read the full review here:
I'm thrilled to announce my first book review for distinguished Southern Lit Alliance.
It is such an honor to blog for them and what an absolute thrill to write a review of Jamie Quatro's novel Fire Sermon.
Presenter at Ya-Hoo Fest 9/29/18
"I'd love to share my love of writing with your business passion."
Participating in November's National Novel Writing Month encouraged me to start the novel I was destined to write. Here is a sneak peek.
....As the storm moved inland, the winds were tempered but the rains were relentless. The Hurricane girls, skipped up the coastline, then drifted further inland, swinging their buckets of rain. The winds changed their course and pushed their journey beyond the reach of where hurricanes before them had ever gone. Their path defying the latitude and longitude odds and carried them through South Carolina’s midsection, and crossed state lines into the most western edge of the North Carolina’s mountains. Their unceasing power strong enough to carry them 300 miles away from the coast and settle in for days of soaking rains.
The mountains wept, then cried, then flooded it’s people and towns it loved. The strength of the hills were weakened from the pounding rain. Rocks loosened into mud and slid off the mountains. Quiet, peaceful bubbling streams became hostile roaring lions chewing river banks and ripping homes away from their foundation. The Appalachian mountain worked so hard to maintain her dignity. Gripping its massive trees and holding back its rivers. The mountains clung to the farmland topsoil as it loosened and washed away the crops. She couldn’t shield her people from this misfortune because the Hurricane girls were wicked and unforgiving. The youthful, reckless storm, wreaked havoc on the proud mountain matriarch and her beloved children.
Some of my favorite pieces of work were those when my heart was in an uncomfortable place and it was burst open from unexpected events.
Here are a few of those.
The Bird and The Prayer
... My car prayer with God was going through the same mid-level obstacle course that I could run in the dark, blindfolded. I knew every step well enough that I wasn't challenging my spirituality. I'm climbing the same walls, elbowing my way underneath the wires, and hammering my legs like pistons to make it through the tires. I convince myself that I'm a Christian Athlete but when the course is the same, absolutely no strength comes from the conditioning.
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Name in Lights
...She looked down and said, "So I prayed to Jesus when I was just a girl to put my name in lights. I could've been praying for my dad not to be an alcoholic and take my Buffalo Nickels away from me. I was so sad that day, but I figured he needed them nickels more than I did cause that's why Jesus let me have 'em for just a little while. You know that's why on this earth you only have things a little while. But praise Jesus, He never forgets a prayer even the ones you don't know your heart prayed without telling your brain...
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2019 is going to be a big year for me. The wheels of creativity and writing are rolling at smooth pace and I intend to keep moving in a positive direction. I have several conferences to attend, book clubs to keep me sharp, recently joined writing groups, and new NaNoWriMo friends encouraging one another to write another chapter.
Eleanor knew she was meant to be a writer since one distinct and peculiar moment on her elementary school playground. Although the event was compelling and provided transcendent communication between her spirit and the Divine, it would be nearly 30 years later before Eleanor believed that moment was authentic.
Eleanor lives in gorgeous and vibrant Chattanooga, Tennessee, but loves calling North Carolina home. Greensboro was her whole world for 21 years. After working at several radio and television stations, she graduated from High Point University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Media & Communications. She moved to Chattanooga, and out of hundreds of applicants, she was given the opportunity to create the first-ever promotions department at heritage radio station, WDEF-FM. In less than two years, Jefferson-Pilot Communications powerhouse WSTR-FM asked her to join them as Executive Assistant to the VP of Programming.
After six years in Atlanta, marriage and family life carried her back to Tennessee. She loves being a mom, and considers that her greatest honor and responsibility, but needed work outside the home that coordinated with the kids’ schedules. In that search, she accidentally discovered that her number-loving left brain can generate income too! She landed a job at a CPA firm and worked there for seven years until breaking off on her own, and now works as an independent bookkeeper for several companies.
But the relentless ache of not honoring her love of writing drove a wedge of discomfort into her psyche. It reminded her of that fateful autumn day on the school playground. In October 2017, she decided to feign courage and launch her writing career at EleanorHoward.com --as well as revealing the personal blog she kept anonymous for years at FranticFinch.com.
Eleanor enjoys reading, traveling, antiquing, and attending concerts and book signings and lectures by ANY author.
Eleanor writes with everything she feels. She records what she sees, but not a one dimensional view, she creates work that makes the reader feel like they are in the pages, completely immersed in the paragraphs.
Readers of Eleanor's writing often describe her work as convincing. They can feel the chill of an autumn breeze, smell the fragrance of a character's cologne or count the wrinkles around a man's eyes.
She writes a scene without bogging the reader with unnecessary words. Her prose is informal, fresh and easy to read. All of her conversational sections are familiar, relaxed and believable.
Her work is best matched with lifestyle magazine articles, newsletters of current events and upcoming projects, website tweaking and long form pieces. She's also available for freelance writing jobs as well as speaker/ presenter engagements.