Shoot the Wounded is a Finalist in the 2010 Readers Favorite Book Awards!

Shoot the Wounded is a finalist in the 2010 Readers Favorite Book Awards in the Young Adult category!

Book Review

Readers\' Favorite Book Contest Award Winner

Reviewed by Lynette Fowlston for Readers’ Favorite

“Shoot The Wounded” centers around the small town and families of Maplewood. Leigh and Ronnie were best friends in grade school, things changed as they started high school. Their family life was very different. In her teen years Ronnie turned wild. Jake was a new boy in the neighborhood. Soon problems arise though between Leigh, Ronnie, Jake and others at school. Jake has a past that is about to threaten his friendship with Leigh and Ronnie.

This book digs deep into the lives of youth, the rumors, and the gossip. Words can damage people. That’s when you find out who are your real friends. The characters are well developed. I recommend this book to both teens and parents. I believe it will open dialogue between them. Shoot The Wounded reflects on many of the issues teenagers have to contend with today, pregnancy, drinking, family values and peer pressure.”

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You Know You’re Getting Older When…(2)

I have discovered something…no, not “discovered”…realized that I have entered a new season in my life.  I am not a teenager, try as hard as I might to act like one.  I am not a young wife, or mom, try as hard as I might to try to turn back the hands of time and force my kids to stop growing up!  I am not yet an empty nester although I’ll be pushing another bird from the nest soon,… so I’m in that inbetween state.  I am too old to be young, and too young to be old.  It’s called middle age.

I don’t mind being middle-aged.  I enjoy the fact that I’ve gained a certain amount of maturity so I know that I don’t rush head long into things without thinking it through first.  I’m not into spontanaety but I enjoy surprises, as long as it’s planned out and orderly.  Hahaha.  I like certain things, I dislike certain things and I can tell the difference without needing to experiment.  I have taken my own advice, so I don’t need to jump off a cliff just because my friends are doing it.  I seldom stay up past midnight…unless I can’t sleep…a middle-aged malady that is a frustrating side-effect of this season of my life.  I eat certain foods because they agree with my system and I avoid certain foods because they disagree with my system.  I have learned the hard way what foods to avoid entirely.

I don’t feel bummed out that I never learned how to ski, or sky jump or parasail.  I’m okay with it.  I don’t have a bucket list, although I would still like to see more of the world.  I dream, but I don’t dream “the impossible dreams” anymore.  I dream with practicality and a sense of peace.  I am comfortable.

Now my kids might think I’m boring, and I suppose when I compare myself to them, I am boring.  They are still “test-driving” life to some extent.  My youngest might actually “jump off a cliff” because that seems like a great idea to her!  They like taking life at full throttle and hey…I’m okay with that…as long as they don’t get hurt.  It’s all part of being young, but it’s not part of being middle aged.  That said, I’m doing things now I would never ever have dreamed of doing when I was young!  There are definite benefits to being in this season of life.

I hope you’ll like this “tribute” to middle age:

  • Maybe it’s true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.   
  • Middle age is when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.
  • Middle age is when you have stopped growing at both ends, and have begun to grow in the middle.
  • A man has reached middle age when he is cautioned to slow down by his doctor instead of by the police.
  • You know you’re into middle age when you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.
  • The cardiologist’s diet for those in middle age: if it tastes good, spit it out.
  • Middle age is when you don’t care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don’t have to go along.
  • In middle age your back goes out, but you stay home.
  • In middle age you wake up looking like your driver’s license picture.
  • In middle age it takes two tries to get up from the couch.
  • In middle age your idea of a night out is sitting on the patio.
  • In middle age your idea of weight lifting is standing up.
  • In middle age it takes twice as long to look half as good.
  • In middle age you get two invitations to go out on the same night, and you pick the one that gets you home the earliest.
  • In middle age you have more patience; but actually, it’s just that you don’t care any more.
  • In middle age you confuse having a clear conscience with having a bad memory.
  • In middle age every time you suck in your gut, your ankles swell.
  • In middle age you suffer from Mallzheimer’s disease.  You go to the mall and forget where you parked the car.
  • Middle age always corresponds inversely to the size of your multi-vitamin.
  • In middle age your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.
  • In middle age your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.
  • In middle age your new easy chair has more options than your car.
  • In middle age you come to the conclusion that your worst enemy is gravity.
  • In middle age you are proud of your lawn mower.
  • In middle age you can’t remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television.
  • In middle age you feel like the morning after, and you haven’t been anywhere.
  • In middle age your knees buckle but your belt won’t.

And lastly, let’s face it, traveling just isn’t as much fun when all the historical sites are younger than you are.

Can I get an “Amen?”

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Heritage is More Than Skin Deep

So, how did you spend your long weekend?  Here in Canada, the first weekend in August, along with being one of the busiest camping weekends of the summer, it is also the weekend that is filled with colourful festivals across Canada to celebrate our Canadian heritage.  Now that’s an oxymoron in itself, because Canada does not have one distinctive heritage as such.  Canada is a melting pot of cultures and faiths so the Canadian identity is not so much a singular, distinct national identity but a colourful blend of nationalities that make up our Canadian society.  In other words, if ever there was a culture that could be defined as the Heinz 57 variety…Canadian would be it!

Now for years we have usually been camping on the Heritage Day long weekend as a family, but this year we decided to have a “staycation” meaning we stayed home and instead became tourists in our own home town.  So on Monday, my husband, my youngest daughter and I toured into Calgary and attended the Heritage Day Festival at Prince’s Island Park.  My husband is Canadian but was born in Germany, and has Scottish and British roots; I am Canadian with Danish roots, so we fit the “Heinz 57” mould pretty well.  But before heading there, we detoured over to see the “Body Worlds” exhibit at the Science Centre first.

If you have not had a chance to see the show a note of warning, it is not for the squeamish.  “The BODY WORLDS exhibitions are first-of-their-kind exhibitions through which visitors learn about anatomy, physiology, and health by viewing real human bodies, using an extraordinary process called Plastination a groundbreaking method for specimen preservation invented by Dr. von Hagens in 1977.  Each exhibition features more than 200 real human specimens, including whole-body plastinates, individual organs, organ configurations and transparent body slices. The specimens on display stem from the body donation program that Gunther von Hagens established in 1983.  The exhibitions also allow visitors to see and better understand the long-term impact of diseases, the effects of tobacco consumption and the mechanics of artificial supports such as knees and hips. To date, more than 29 million people around the world have viewed the BODY WORLDS exhibits.”  (http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html)

My fourteen year old daughter, was not as thrilled about seeing the “insides” of bodies as we were and on more than one occasion used the term “gross”, however she had to admit that it was extremely interesting.  She will never become a doctor or nurse, that is obvious.  I was absolutely fascinated by the entire exhibit because each display vividly depicted how “fearfully and wonderfully made” we all are.  Looking at the bodies, stripped away of skin, exposing muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves, I couldn’t help but marvel how perfectly we are “knit together”.  Nothing is there by accident, each organ, muscle or nerve serves a unique purpose in our bodies and the exhibit also shows what happens to the body if it is damaged by disease or injury.  We are fragile creations but it is obvious we did not “evolve” to become human, we were created by a magnificent Creator.  I thought it interesting that an exhibit that was for all intents and purposes filled with dead people actually celebrated Life!

I was still pondering on that when we walked over to Prince’s Island to watch the Heritage Day festivities there.  I was struck by the diversity of dress, skin colours and speech.  It was like hundreds of cultures gathered together to celebrate our differences as well as our similarities.  On stage, performers from Chile, Brazil, Guatemala, Mexico, India, China, Japan, Hungary, Russia etc., were dressed in their national costumes and dancing their traditional folk dances.  Booths were set up all around the park so we could sample foods from around the world and buy crafts, pottery, jewellery, and clothes from every country.  It was spectacular.

Surrounded by all these “Canadians”, I was suddenly struck by something very profound.  At the Body Worlds exhibit every body displayed there was identical under the skin.  The only distinct difference was whether the body was male or female.  “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” (Genesis 1:27)

Skin colour, race, religion, thought, opinion and ethnic origin may define us culturally, morally and ethically distinctive, but strip all that away and we see that  our true common bond as human beings is our connection to our Creator!

And one day “at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”  (Philippians 2:10-11)

Amen and Amen!

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