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And of course, we can’t forget the awesome Run Devil Run covers (and can I just say I behaved like a mature adult and didn’t giggle like an idiot when I met my cover models? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it)
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It’s a forgone conclusion that anyone asked what they are thankful for will say their family, friends, job, etc. I will not run the risk of sounding redundant here. Instead, I am thinking outside the box and providing a thoughtful and meaningful response.
I am thankful for the Superstition Mountains of Arizona.
What? No, I have not fallen off my rocker just yet. The Superstition Mountains can be seen from most everywhere I live. I turn down a street to go to the library, and there they are, standing majestically in the distance. You should know I go to the library a lot. When I first moved to Gilbert, Arizona, I knew no one and the library became a second home for me. Besides the books providing comfort and a burgeoning inspiration to write, as I sit by the floor to ceiling windows of the library, I can see those towering mountains in all their beauty. They whispered to me one day, “You have a story to tell. Go write it.” And I listened. TRINITY, A Brethren Novel, was born. Now I wonder if I should sacrifice my first born novel to the mountain. No, I think I’ll present it to the world instead.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the state of public education and public opinion.
I’ve been an educator for over twenty years now, and never in my career has public opinion towards teachers been so negative. So negative, in fact, that state governments are systematically dismantling a structure that I’ve depended upon to provide for my family. Laws have been passed by legislators in Arizona to address the “deadwood” in public education that is creating a ripple effect through the entire system, and a new poverty class is born– the educator. Since moving to Arizona and securing a position here, I have not had a raise, health insurance
has risen, and the security I once had in terms of tenure is now gone. Now I don’t want to hear from all the business people out there tell me there is no job security in the “real world”.
Let me say this. I have been trained well to educate your children to be productive, viable citizens. I would think society would want to secure our jobs given the amount of education and training many of us have been through. I counsel your children when they come to me about serious family and friendship issues. I am with your children more than many of you are with your children on a daily basis. I directly influence the future of our society by being the best role model possible for your children, so they may be inspired to make goals, reach for the stars and grab them. I do this because it is my calling, it is my career. But that doesn’t mean my services should be freely given. I, too, have a family that I must provide for. From my vantage point, if you value your children, you must value education, pay educators a decent wage, and treat us like human beings, not slaves. When my own children have to be on reduced lunch, it is a crime. When I can’t afford to live where I teach, it is a crime. When I’m expected to do more and more without being paid for it, it is a crime. I am an educator, and I make a difference in your family’s life. But I have had to sacrifice my own family’s well-being for yours.
Now that I have begun to work my other passion, writing, I can see a more positive outcome for my family. And yet, what about the hundreds of thousands of others whose only passion is teaching? What of their families? Something must change. Educators do not deserve to be treated as second-class citizens.
I thirst. I thirst for the guy in the leather pants and wings.
Yes, he has wings. Indeed, I have a major-league crush on Michael, my Brethren Protector from TRINITY, A Brethren Novel. He is one beautifully sculpted man, er angel. I’m so very glad I get to look at him every time I open my laptop. Maybe one of these times he’ll fly right off the screen and into my life and answer my wicked prayers…
by Deena RemielIsn’t it WILD how certain events happen and certain people enter our lives at poignant points? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I am a strong believer in making my own way, being proactive rather than reactive, and yet I can’t help but notice that my seemingly independent decisions and actions are being influenced by something beyond me.
Let’s start with my husband’s and my decision to move from New Jersey to Arizona. How often do we find ourselves in complete accordance with our spouses? But one fateful day, we looked at each other and said the same thing: Let’s blow this clambake! And from that day forth, until we moved, every day there was some comment heard or picture seen that related to Arizona. A little freaky, no? These ‘signs’ further solidified in our minds that our decision to move was a right one.
Now let’s look at something really WILD. My father passed away in 2005, and since that time, I have felt his presence around me quite often and have been comforted by it. Over the past few years, however I have noticed that there are clusters of time when I hear or see his name everywhere. Now, his name is not a common one, Fred, so it gives me pause. Soon thereafter, something big occurs – good or bad. I have come to rely on Dad’s visits. I perk up and take note, becoming an acute observer, taking more time with decisions, and ready myself for an inevitable or destined event.
Most provocative, in my opinion, have been the chance meetings of people who have become dear friends and the ensuing opportunities those friendships have created. And conversely, opportunities that I chose to take advantage of have led to wonderful friendships. But were these meetings really by chance? Was it purely my decision to join RWA and the local chapter, to submit poetry for publication, or to join Decadent Publishing? In all cases, my friends and I keep joking around saying how these events and meetings were meant to be, fated, kismet, destined to happen.
As much as I would like to think I am the creator of my own destiny, I have come to believe that I have had some help along the way from beyond. Yes, my husband and I chose to move. Yes, I wrote Trinity, Relic, and Brethren Beginnings. Yes, I joined RWA and Desert Rose. Yes, it was only my finger that pushed the ‘send’ button. But my life, I have come to accept, is fated. And all the people I have been meeting on this journey, all the friendships that have developed, all the opportunities that keep presenting themselves are placed before me to either accept or decline.
I could list all the ‘what-ifs’ and the answers would be astounding- starting with what if we didn’t move. I had no time back east to read, let alone write. Yes, my life would look very different right now. If I remain wise and open to the signs set before me, I can make smart decisions that lead to positive results. And just who is offering these signs? Kismet, Fate, and Destiny, a pretty WILD bunch.
Are you reading the signs they’re setting out before you?
Hugs,
Deena Remiel