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I am an avid reader, animal lover, devourer of guacamole, storyteller and the author of An Unexpected Obsession, A Dose of Reality, Witch Way, A Coven by Christmas, Love Spells, Summer Solstice (coming soon), Flirting With Death, Flirting With Murder and the rest of the upcoming Assassins Anonymous series. I attended Arizona State University (go Sun Devils!) and make my home in the Valley of the Sun with my husband and three pampered pets. I like to discuss everything funny, sexy, sassy and absurd. But mostly I like to talk about books... and shoes... and outrageously expensive purses... and Chanel sunglasses ...oooh, and anything sparkly... or fluffy! So, come on in and let's chat!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day- A Little Known Fact About The Author of An Unexpected Obsession and A Dose of Reality

Mother's Day is always bittersweet for me.

As a child I had a very clear idea in my head of what I wanted out of life: I was going to become a doctor, known throughout the universe as "Doctor, Doctor." I had no interest in getting married (product of divorce and all that. Besides, boys are yucky when you're five). And I was never having kids.

Fast-forward to modern times and I find myself an author, married to a wonderful man... and still no children. The childless aspect turned out to be a wicked twist of fate though. You see, I wanted to be a doctor because when I was young I was bitten on the abdomen by a Brown Recluse spider. Living in Oregon, where the Brown Recluse is rare (or was at the time), it took a while to diagnose the spreading, pulpy mass that was growing under my skin as venom. I spent six months in the hospital. Doctors made me feel better and therefore, I was going to be a doctor too.

A few years later, I was rushed to the emergency room with what was assumed to be a ruptured appendix. Surgeons opened me up and found a healthy appendix that had poison pustules attached (from the spider bite years before). One had burst, causing a massive infection. My healthy appendix, along with the bad stuff, was removed and I was once again a happy, healthy little girl.

I married at twenty-eight, and by that time my husband and I were definitely exxcited about the prospect of raising a family together. Fun times. Until we realized it wasn't working. Off to another doctor, this one a fertility specialist who performed all the standard tests and concluded we were both happy and healthy adults who might need a little boost.

Drugs. Not the illegal kinds that make you feel good, good, good. The hormonal kind that make you fat and cranky and basically a person nobody wants to be around. Still no baby.

More in-depth tests were performed and, oh, wait... we see something. The doctor gave me a strange look and asked if I'd ever had VD! What? I'd never even had a yeast infection (sorry boys, we are talking about the female reproductive system though). My entire medical history was pulled and the doctor noticed the anomoly with my appendectomy.

Diagnosis: a tiny spider had effectively ended any chance of my having a family of my own without major - and expensive - intervention. The ruptured pustule and resulting infection had caused damage to my fallopian tube and while one was healthy, the corresponding ovary didn't produce those neccessary little eggs to create a little bundle of joy. Crap.

Go into debt or accept our fate? We've been married for nearly a decade and talk rarely strays into the realm of what-if's anymore. So, Mother's day is bittersweet for me, but my hubby always tries to make me feel better by celebrating the holiday for what it represents in our lives... I'm a great kitty-mommy.

Our "babies" have become a fluffy chocolate persian who is entirely ornamental and a stray that adopted us and has become the family snuggle-bug. This isn't a sad day for me or my husband. He still coaches peewee football and I am a second mother to my bff's little girl. The world still turns and we have a lot of time to be best-friends instead of roommates with a child to raise, as many of our closest friends have become.

I suppose it's a tradeoff. We get to spoil ourselves and I have tons of free time to write, but you might notice a recurring theme in my books... in my happy endings, children are always a big part of the equation. I try not to envy the baby bumps I see and only go a little ballistic when I see a pregnant teen smoking a cigarette. I suppose this is a reminder for those harried mother's out there to be thankful for the hellions Mother Nature blessed you with.

Happy Mother's Day!

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