Showing posts with label lynn hubbard. Show all posts
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Monday, November 11, 2019

Dancing with Sean


Dancing with Sean


This is apparently a great controversy in many people’s lives.

Sean Spicer is still on DWTS.



Dancing with the Stars is a competition. Producers invite so called “stars”, or people related to “stars”, or people who want to be stars, or people who once were stars and have fallen to a reality dance competition. In the spirit of the show, the PRODUCERS INVITE people on the show, who do not, dance to work with a PROFESSIONAL dancer and improve over time. Well, I know and love many Hollywood stars. And many have been in acting and dance classes while growing up. So, I would not consider them to be novices. But it is what it is.

Enter Sean Spicer.

Sean who? Sean is a well-known conservative that worked for the White House. Yes, for TRUMP. Sean was INVITED to be on the show and accepted the challenge. I am sure that Sean has watched DWTS and assumed that he would be competing against the other contestants.

He is not.


Sean is competing against his competitors, the judges, the announcers, and the whole dark Hollywood leftist collaboration. Dancing with the stars encourages the dancer’s fans to text and log in online to vote. So, we do. 

Unexpectedly, Sean has more fans than DWTS every IMAGINED. And they are butthurt that he keeps winning. Sean may not be polished and sophisticated, but he has SPIRIT and HEART and BALLS OF STEEL.

So, EVERY MONDAY we tune in watch Sean 
and yes, we ALWAYS VOTE.

You Can vote for Sean too! VOTE Between 8-9:00 est
Set a reminder on your clock! 😊
You can LEGALLY VOTE 10 times via text AND 10 times at ABC.com
Text Sean to 21523


Sunday, December 3, 2017

A Tribute to Ron "Pappy" Papaleoni

A Tribute to Ron "Pappy" Papaleoni

Everyone has been posting their memories of Pappy. It has taken me awhile to decide what to say. Words do not always come easily. I met Pappy when we were working on the Patriot Guard Rider (PGR) Video with Cindy Smith. He was a great organizer and motivator. We grew closer when we started the book PTSD No Apologies, a book that Pappy was a part of creating. We then worked together on George Woodruff's book, Just Before Taps. We spent hours hidden away in windowless rooms at the legion going through edits and discussing/arguing over comma’s. Of course the oxford comma is correct. Discussing Pappy’s death with George was one of the hardest things I have done.
I was greatly saddened about three years ago when Pappy invited me over for dinner. Pasta of course. He told me that he had received news from his Dr. that his lungs were greatly damaged and they only gave him about 4 years to live. Again, words escaped me. I hugged him and cried.
Pappy knew he was dying. And he was as productive as possible with what time he had. He accomplished much. He wrote a riveting story for the PTSD book, and I encouraged him to write his own book. But time had other plans. It slipped away, and so has he. I will miss his yearly phone calls to assure me that I made Santa’s list. Pappy explained that there was only one list, the nice one, not two which is a common misconception.
Life is short and we are not always given advance notice of how much time we have left. Love people while they are here. I love you too Pappy, and your story will go on forever.
Hugs, Lynn

This stuff only happens to the living (Excerpt from PTSD No Apologies)

Ron Papaleoni USN CPO Retired

Having grown up in an era where the term Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) never existed and those suffering with that yet to be named disorder were commonly referred to as having “shell shock” or “soldier’s heart”. Most folks (mostly military) were labeled as malingerers or cowards. Civilians having the same symptoms were “having an episode” or “nervous breakdown” or just plain crazy. It wasn’t until I retired from the military (1981), that the term PTSD became a part of our common language.
My early childhood was filled with getting beaten up at elementary school because I was fat and a “goody-two-shoes”. This is what led me to become the class clown. I didn’t get beaten as often and actually made some friends. The beatings weren’t exclusive to school. My dad was an alcoholic and sometimes would beat me with his belt due to, what he called a “smart ass remark”. He was a binge drinker and as such, these incidents were infrequent but memorable not the less. But it was enough for me to move out of the house at 16 and join the Navy at 17.
As we have learned, this documented disorder has been around going back to Egyptian times and mostly involves the military and war. However, as in my case, it is very likely to occur following ANY type of serious emotion trauma. My time in a “war zone” was brief and uneventful and yet during the three years that bracketed that event was the worst the war had to offer. In the mid 1960’s, I was serving a non-medical assignment at one of the largest military hospitals in the Far East.
I watched the daily patient count rise from just over a hundred, most of those being not combat related, to over 700 at the height of the Tet offensive. I witnessed wounds that were the worse man could inflict on another human being. Our doctors, nurses and corpsmen had to finish to work that began in the field of combat. Repairing severed limbs; doing plastic surgery; rearranging vital organs; performing physical therapy; dealing with both the physical and mental anguishes of war while some of those patients lay waiting in the passageways to be seen or waiting weeks for a bed.
As non-medical personal, we were obliged to perform “duties” of a non-medical nature such as ambulance driver; baggage room and customs (this meant going through a patients personal effects when they finally got around to send them). This that all of their personal belongings were sent to after their arrival. We had boxes filled with weapons; drugs; unauthorized souvenirs (like gold trinkets) and just plain weird crap like human scalps.
We were called upon to perform other duties like human tissue removal from the Operating Rooms. Not pleasant but necessary. If after the every six hour bed count, someone was missing, we had to secure all the exits and search for the missing patient.
Usually it was uneventful but sometime they were passed out in the head (bathroom) or sleeping in the wrong place or one time, under the hospital. Our hospital was elevated due to close proximity to the ocean. One evening while manning the “After Hours” desk, we had a report that one of our patients from the Psych ward was missing, we secured all the exits and began our search, and my team (per our SOP) had to search one of the four exterior quadrants.
We spotted our patient underneath the hospital about twenty feet in. As the senior ranking team member, it was determined that I needed to go in first to evaluated the situation. With four able-bodied Hospital Corpsman five feet behind, I crawled in and as I got closer, I observed that he was kneeling and looked like he was playing with marbles in his hand. A few long seconds later, he slumped over to the side and we discovered a single edge razor blade in one hand and his testicles in the other. Despite the massive amount of blood loss he survived. If we hadn’t found him, he would have become another victim of this war. During the mid-60s through mid-70s, I lost a number of friends; classmates and shipmates in the Vietnam Conflict.
Throughout my life there has been trauma. Motorcycle accidents, numerous surgical procedures to correct motorcycle injuries, dealing with our mother’s Alzheimer’s, my parents’ death, my 5 year old nephew dying while in heart surgery, my best friend’s debilitating fall of 50 feet, a bull goring my leg, my daughter losing her leg below the knee, an ex-wife’s death, a divorce, and losing a son to suicide when he was 17.
After my son’s death in 1982, my therapy involved drinking massive qualities of alcohol. Not only to ease the pain, but to deal with “What could I have done different?” It didn’t help. I spent most of his insurance money on things I didn’t need; couldn’t afford; to impress people I didn’t even like. It did however, put me into a different kind a trauma. The trauma of being an alcoholic, just like my father. I never beat anyone; only drank on occasion and never stopped at just one drink. Why? After a few years of sobriety and therapy, it seemed that the trigger for the “binge” was usually related to a significant event or trauma. My deceased son’s birthday, anniversaries of his death, any major event were I was expected to attend were some of the triggers. I would go out with a couple of buddies after work, have a few and when they went home to their families; I stayed and had a few more. This caused many encounters with law enforcement.
I’ve been sober from over 25 years. Still have MANY issues regarding family, anger, health, aging and visions of the past. After many years of packing those traumatic incidents in a box and hiding them in a closet, I’ve come to realize that is not the best thing for me to do. I know that in the past, counseling has helped, but I still resisted because……I still can’t find the answer to that. I try my best to stay busy, but lately health issues has interfered. I want to have patience, but struggle with anger.
I’m a work in progress, and as my mother would often say when there was a crisis, “This stuff only happens to the living.”

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Welcome Spring!

Welcome Spring


As a romance writer, I contemplate love a lot. It’s my job. 

In paper world it is easy to spot the hero. In real life not so much.

Everyone has a façade. Sometimes you have to dig down deep to find the real person inside. Sometimes they are even more beautiful, but sometimes they are blackened souls.

Every relationship is a risk. You risk losing a bit of yourself, or even your heart. Hearts are terrible sensitive things and are easily bruised or broken.

Too many people give up too much of themselves, and are left empty when it is over. Life is the eternal test with no right or wrong answer. It just is.

I am older and wiser than I used to be. I’m not as trusting, but I am trustworthy.

Relationships are not all about Love. They are about honesty, loyalty, companionship, passion, and fun. And should be a combination of such.

A good analogy is my dog. When I get home from work, my 50lb dog is ecstatic! She is so happy to see me. EVERY SINGLE DAY. That is the kind of relationship I want.

When a relationship is going south, you are not happy to see that person. They become an annoyance. And then dread. If you dread seeing your special someone it is time to move on. Seasons change and so do we.

People change. It is inevitable and not all relationships last. 

And your heart breaks. And you feel dead inside.

Like winter.

And like winter, coldness creeps in, and you lose hope. 

You doubt yourself. And everyone else.

But after winter comes spring. Spring is a time for change. To step out from the darkness and lift your face to the light. A warm breeze caresses your skin, and you realize that you are still alive.  






Sunday, January 11, 2015

Dog Ears

Dog Ears


No no no. 

Not puppies. I’m talking about books.

It’s the things that make librarians and teachers cringe.

But I can’t help myself. I’m a flapper.

After every section I read I turn down a corner to mark my place.

Yes, yes, I know it is detrimental to the book. But it is MY book. And I like to use it as a guide, to mark my spot and see how far I have come. A milestone (or timeline of sorts) of my journey through the pages.

Each flip marks a section in which I had to return to real life. Some crisis or another like sleep, work, etc. Those pesky things that ruin our reading.

I like to read with no distractions. Very difficult these days. But, I read when I can. And when I need to stop.

 I Flip.

Yes, yes of course I have bookmarks! I love bookmarks, I collect bookmarks. But bookmarks are fallible. A book cascading from a sleepy hand to the floor and bam! Your place is lost. And much fumbling and searching ensues.

With dog ears, you can simply find your last point and move forward. It cuts out the chance of peeking too far ahead and ruining everything!

Plus, bookmarks are glorious things! They come in all shapes and sizes and wondrous colors. 

Why would you want to hide them in a book? 


Friday, August 29, 2014

Man Vs. Chocolate, Your Choice

Men are like a box of chocolates

Chocolate is just confusing you're not quite sure what you are getting.




I've spent some time recently trying to contemplate the minds of man. I have decided that there is no sense to make of it. They say what they don’t mean, and do what they won’t say.


 It is enough to drive one mad! After much conversation with friends I have decided that like life, men are also like chocolate.

 You can’t judge them by their fancy wrapping, or flashy tag lines. Nope, the only way of is judge for yourself. 

Sure you can start by finding an an attractive package. However the inside may be bitter. Some are a bit nutty, which is fine if you like nuts. But most women like a combination, nuts and caramel perhaps? 

Chocolate comes in all sizes colors and flavors. And I love nuts, but pretty much anything covered in chocolate works for me. Some candies are wrapped up in a cup and you choose one thinking you will find your favorite. You take a bite, marshmallow cream. Not bad, but not what you were looking for. 

So you move onto the next one, and soon all the good ones are taken. The ones left have no discernible lumps or markings. Do you take a chance? You have been burned before. Your mouth waters, your stomach rumbles. Yes, one more chance. You select one and take a bite. 

Jelly filled. 

Yuck. 

Spit or swallow? 

Being the lady you are, you swallow it down, and toss the rest. 

Try another or give up? 

Who am I kidding? It’s CHOCOLATE. 

I’m sure there is a chocolate, nut, caramel, toffee, nougat, crispy, coconut filled one somewhere.


What is your favorite sweet? 





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Thursday, August 7, 2014

Cowboys, Sex, and Zombies

*NO NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT ANYONE. 

Cowboys, Sex, and Zombies

I just returned from the 31st Roy Rogers Festival in Portsmouth Ohio. I’m feeling a bit jet legged, even though we drove and it’s in the same time zone.

Traveling by car is rough especially when you’re stuck in the back seat next to a guitar and a B-Western look a like!


Cindy Smith, Poker Alice, Fuzzy Q Jones, Lynn Hubbard

However getting there is the half the fun! We stopped off for numerous photo and potty breaks. I picked up some souvenirs in Renfro Valley, KY. Fuzzy discovered what a corn cob was used for and I bought Frank some blue balls marbles.



I’ve been to many Western Festival’s but this was my first trip to visit Roy. The closer we got to Ohio the more, the real world slipped away behind us. Cindy even lost cell phone coverage the entire week.

Now some people don’t believe in Cowboy World. And I feel sorry for those that don’t. Cowboy World is a wondrous place where you can hang out with Tonto and the Lone Ranger. Get a hug from Gabby Hayes or Lash Larue.


Gabby Hayes

Now these names may not mean much to some, but to western fans, their hearts beat a little faster. I am still learning names and meeting new folks. 


Dan Haggerty

You never know WHO you will meet in Cowboy World. For instance GRIZZLY ADAMS, Dan Haggerty has a heart of pure gold, and collected for the Angel Flight Charity. He was joined by Russ McCubbins, a Hollywood staple, and Darby Hinton rumored to be the President of Texas (Texas Rising 2015).


Fuzzy, Steve the Ice Cream Man, Scott Haggard, Dustin Lowery, Cindy Smith, Jim Damron

Even just hanging out in our hotel we ran into Scott Haggard, Merle Haggard’s son! Scott was performing at the Ohio Opry House and was forced willingly came up to Frank’s room and sang a few songs. Cindy grabbed anyone with a cowboy hat to join us.


Frank Palas, The Concrete Cowboy

We took a break and snuck off to the cemetery with Cowboy Jim. No better place to find history. Jim showed us the resting place for Roy’s relatives, a somber experience that touched even the coldest of hearts.




At dinner one evening I sat with Jim, Don, Poker Alice and Jeremy Ambler. Jeremy is also an actor, he has played several zombies including the Popular “The Walking Dead" series. He kept us entertained with his zombie poses and details of his latest film. Child of God.



Jeremy Ambler

Child of God was adapted from a book and contains death and necrophilia. Not everyone was as enthused as I was. Perhaps because we were eating at the time? Poor Poker Alice will remember that conversation for the rest of her life. Having worked in medical for many years, blood, guts and gore does not bother me. Real or fake.

To say the least, I was very intrigued. As I am, about anything involving sex. That is my job after all. To transport people back in time, to the Old West. Mix in some history with brave women and strong men. Of course my books aren’t all about sex. They have romance, humor, shootin', killin', and justice! Something for everyone! In fact I did have a lot of cowboys buying copies this trip!
Russ McCubbin,  Jim Evans, Cindy Smith

The musical performances were wonderful. I really enjoyed how Cindy and Fuzzy stretched the truth abit about our trip to Texas. I mean, they did make it back alive right? And I’m sure with some therapy they will be able to move on.
Jon Patterson, Dodie Rogers, Jane Lilly

Dodie Rogers (Roy and Dale Rogers Daughter) and family were a pleasure as always. Her husband, Jon Patterson, kept us on track and entertained throughout the Festival. Jon and Jim Evans played well into the night, along with Cindy Smith and Greg Kish with his little guitar. It was a phenomenal night!

Jim Damron, Cindy Smith, Don Ellis (Photo By Eva Dodridge Robbins)

I also discovered my affinity for mudslides.


But alas, Cowboy World does not last forever. And as it slowly fades from my memory, I’m marking my calendar for next year!

Happy Trails!




Saturday, July 26, 2014

Searching for Treasure

Treasures




I had an hour to kill between meetings today so I decided to stop by our local flea market. It has been years since I have been to one!

This one is held every weekend and sells everything from tools to chickens. I was ambling down the rows of vendors, just fellow Americans selling their wares. I admit, I passed by most of the items without a glance.
I have no need for baby items, or hardware. Then I saw it! 

A book vendor! And it hit me, everything was important to someone. The items I thought were useless to me, at one time had some meaning and purpose in life to someone else. And they would again, brighten someone’s day. They just sat waiting for the right person to stroll by and take them home.

But Books are my life! I have always had a fondness for books. Being very ill when I was young, I spent many, many days lying around reading. I didn’t have the breath to do much more.

But through books I met my best friend, Trixie Belden. And every time I enter a bookstore I look for her. Of course I have the entire series and doubles and triples of some. But I still look. I would hate for Trixie to be left on a dusty shelf with strangers.

So I was rummaging through stacks of old children’s books. That’s what you gotta do, you can’t just LOOK. You have to dig to find treasure! So I moved books here and there, Lassie, the Hardy Boys, but no Trixie.

Although I was disappointed, I did come away with one treasure, The Rifleman. I didn’t even know they HAD books on the old western! I am off to cowboy world next week so I’ll take him with me.
I have always loved going to yard sales, thrift stores, and flea markets. You never know what you will find, but you need to slow down and take a look. Maybe you’ll run across an old friend who has been waiting for you.

For me, books have been an escape. They still are. But now, instead of reading about adventures, I create my own. Life is what we make of it. And if you aren’t happy, pick up a good book and escape. 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Rebel Writers



Writing is an all-consuming thing. When an idea comes to you, you have to let it out least it drive you mad.

I have recently dabbled in song writing, I look at a song as a tiny book. My “songs” are simple little things that seem to express what I can’t say.

I started a song writing group and am quite surprised how many of my author friends write songs as well!

It is never too late to try something new, step outside your box and LIVE. J

I shared a couple below and would love to hear your thoughts, or share your own songs!

If you wanna join Rebel Writers, all are welcome!

Summer Heat
©Lynn Hubbard

Dark room at night
It’s as hot as hell
No relief in sight
It’s like I’m under a spell

Your burning touch
Sets me on fire
My emotions are too much
To curb my desire

Matching your thrust
Pound for pound
I know I shouldn’t trust
But my heart is bound

But I have needs
That need filling
And you have greed
Deep in your soul

It might be wrong
This summer heat
But I am strong
And you will burn



Ice On The Bridge
© Lynn Hubbard

Winter is Coming
I can feel the cold
Seeping into my chest
I’m feeling so old

Many Years have passed
Since I have felt warmth
Our hearts have parted
Now I’m trapped in a storm

Ice on the Bridge
Spinning out of control
Life is passing fast
Should I stay or go?

Memories of my past
Keep my feet planted here
But my soul yearns for more
It is the future that I fear

Life is a wild ride
Set yourself free
No one can choose for you
Open your eyes and see

Nine toes out that door
 ©Lynn Hubbard

I thought we had it all
Our souls just clicked
But I'm not gonna fall 
For that same old trick 

Now all I've got is time
You may not be rich
But I don't give a dime
And I'm not a witch

Slammed doors can reopen
Broken hearts can mend
You think you have broke me?
Well Honey, I will bend.

I know I should just go
I have nine toes out that door
I just need one more step
Then it's never more

You're running out of time
It's your loss not mine
I have nine toes out that door
And now I'm gone!!



Tuesday, June 3, 2014

What Is Love?

What Is Love?

Love should make you happy, stronger, better. 


As a Romance Author, I ponder this frequently. As a woman I have doubts. 

I mean Love is supposed to be eternal right? Everlasting, but it doesn’t always. 

That is one reason I started writing, I was in a difficult relationship and I needed to control something. I wanted happiness. So I created it on paper. I wrote perfect relationships, one after another. I wanted a happy ending, at least for my characters, if not for myself. 

I finally moved on and began structuring my life so that there was no room for anyone else. I spent my days with my own family, traveling, seeking the next adventure. And I was happy and I thought I was complete. 

But I have realized that something is still missing. 

As humans we all crave affection, that simple hug from a friend or even a handshake from a stranger. Something that tethers us to reality and lets us know that we are still alive. 

There are different kinds of love, I love my kids unconditionally. They could never do anything to make me stop loving them. And they love me back, in their own grumpy ways. 

Other types of love are more difficult. Mystical maybe. Like a Unicorn. You want to believe in it, but you aren’t sure if it really exists or not.
 
But I am a writer, writers dream, and writers believe in all sorts of silly things. Like unicorns, time travel, vampires, Santa Claus, so why not Love?

I think people use the term love too loosely. And that has weakened it. Perhaps that is what confuses me.
 
Love is more than a word. It is a feeling, it is pure emotion. 

Love should not take away from who you are, but to build upon you, to enhance you.

When loving someone, you want the very best for them. You encourage them, and support them, no matter how crazy their dream is. It is their dream and not yours.

I am a big believer in fate. And that all of our trials and tribulations that we pass, build upon us and make us stronger. 

To me, Love is a living breathing thing. Once found it has be nurtured and cared for; least it may die. 

Love should make you happy, stronger, better. 

And if you are looking for LOVE, try Virginia. 


Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Results are in!

Thank you to all who entered!

The name of my new book is......

Captured By Love



I am off to work on the cover and finish writing! Should be out this fall!

You can still pick up a free copy of War of Hearts by following the instructions below.



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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Help Lynn Name her Next Romance Book!


I have been agonizing over a new name for my next Romance book. I have it narrowed down but I still cannot decide. 

So I am seeking your advice.

Book info: 
It is set during the CivilWar in 1864. Barrett is a Yankee, and Olivia is a Rebel. He escapes from prison and and she keeps him captive in her home.   


I would like to tie it into a war series. My last book was ‘War of Hearts’.

I have listed my selections below. 

Please vote for your favorite or suggest your own.
 
I will gift a free ebook copy of War of Hearts to everyone who comments or participates! 

I will announce the final name on the blog comments. 

Thank you for your help & Support!

+Lynn Hubbard 

+Lemon Press 



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