January 2012

A Whisper to a Scream (The Bibliophiles: Book One)
A well written, but painful shot of reality.I want to stick my head in the sand for a little bit longer!

North American society has fostered an idyllic image of love, marriage, a perfect life and happy ever after as an ultimate and achievable ideal. This book is a much more realistic reflection of life issues that are all too often very real.

Anne Jacobson and Sarah Anderson both thought they had achieved the happily ever dream; they married the “prince” and life should play out perfectly. But now they are both faced with difficult realities. -continue reading….>

A Murderous Game
Abby Carpenter commits murder often; sometimes several days in a row. It is how she deals with the people who really annoy her. Sometimes she uses poison, other times she’s more creative. But it’s a sure way to relieve her stress; exorcising her demons as her lifelong friend, Rachel Gooding, puts it. Rachel insists it is actually a mentally healthy thing to do. Well, it is just a game she plays! – continue reading…>

Hearts at Risk has been published through Smashwords and is available in Kindle format as well as Epub (Apple iPad/iBooks, Nook, Sony Reader, Kobo, and most e-reading apps including Stanza, Aldiko, Adobe Digital Editions, others)

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Once again, I probably would not have thought this was “my kind of book” but I have a personal affection for opals. They are not my birth stone, but I am very drawn to them and my husband has given me a ring which I have worn constantly for over 35 years. My penchant for these beautiful stones, along with the richness displayed on the cover drew me to this book like a magnet!

Preston Black lives in Greenwich village. He is a smart, hip, slightly irreverent young man who paid his way through college selling advertising and he was good at it. He has studied Political Science at NU and has a diploma to show for it. But while most of his fellow students are flipping burgers and waiting tables to survive, he has fallen back on his skill for selling advertising and given himself the lifestyle he has; a nice pad, a nice car and a life straight out of Bachelor’s Weekly. The problem is, in spite of his success, he is bored and lonely. -continue reading>

Life does change and we move along in it’s wake; we go with the flow or we get left behind, mired in what was and missing the excitement of the present, the dreams of the future.

I love modern technology; in fact I am fondly known as the “gadget lady” by my family and closest friends.

But change gives us a fast ride now. Even when we came to Horsefly 38 years ago, I could not have envisioned life as it is now.  TV’s so big they almost fill the wall with colors so vivid it seems real, computers so small you can take them with you, with touch screen technology and endless amounts of memory. Wireless printers that will print your document in another room at the touch of a key. Digital cameras. Almost every kid with a cell phone; no simple cell phones are passe; now it’s smart phones that they text each other constantly from. Ipods and BlueTooth ear sets. Ebook readers, Inde publishing which has given a voice to so many talented writers who would never been read. The endless list spreads out into many other circles in life and every year there’s something new; something bigger…. or smaller.

As a society one can ask if what we’ve gained, out weighs what we’ve given up. Sometimes I look back with a small degree of yearning, but I’d never willingly give up this exciting new ride!

I received this poem as an email from a friend of mine this morning and  it stirred a warm memory in my heart, so I decided to share it.


A little house with three bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.

We only had a living room
Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set
And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view.

For snacks we had potato chips
That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton’s onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare
‘Cause mother liked to cook.
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker’s book.

Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play.
We all did things together —
Even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips
Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together.

Sometimes we would separate
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car.

Then there were the picnics
At the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together
With all the friends you know.
Have real action playing ball,
And no game video.

Remember when the doctor
Used to be the family friend,
And didn’t need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend

The way that he took care of you
Or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you.

Remember going to the store
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe
Or punch in some amount,
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?

The milkman used to go
Go from door to door
For just a few cents more
Than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters
Came right to your door
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store.

The mailman knew each house by name
And knew where it was sent.
There were not loads of mail addressed
To “present occupant.”

There was a time when just one glance
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make.

They didn’t look like turtles
Trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins
And really had some style.

One time the music that you played
Whenever you would jive
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five.

The record player had a post
To keep them all in line
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then,
Just like we do today,
And always we were striving,
Trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived
Still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
Just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards
Between bicycle spokes?
And for a nickel, red machines
Had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier
And slower in some ways.
I love the new technology
But I sure do miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we
And nothing stays the same.
But I sure love to reminisce
And walk down memory lane.

4.0 out of 5 stars Romance dished with a side of Canadiana, January 15, 2012
This review is from: Hearts At Risk (Paperback)

In Hearts at Risk, Gloria Antypowich succeeds in depicting the turmoil that inevitably ensues when your heart wants someone that your brain doesn’t want you to touch.

The novel revolves around rancher Frankie “Fran” Lamonte and her hard-edged employer, Colt. You can’t have a novel about sexual chemistry without sex–and they’re present in Hearts at Risk by way of steamy, graphic-without-being-explicit passages–but the moments that truly reflect the chemistry between Frankie and Colt are their quiet, non-sexual interactions. I loved the conversations over coffee and eggs, or the companionable silence they shared as they rode the range. Antypowich is a master at weaving the heights of romance with the mundane of the everyday.

What I liked best–and I can’t stress enough how much I enjoyed this aspect of the book–was the peek it gave me into a world that, while close to home, I’ve nary given a second thought. Ranching is a part of Canadian society known only to those who are a part of it. It’s evident that Antypowich has researched the intricacies of ranch life, and has intimate knowledge of its inner workings: from the arduous chores necessary to keeping it all humming along, to the maladies that afflict ranch cattle. I feel like I really learned something about a vibrant Canadian sub-culture, and I want to learn even more.

There were flaws (a few typos; sporadic/jolting shifts in POV; Frankie and Colt’s relationship begins with a bruised wrist), but these flaws were not deal-breakers for me, and by the end of the novel I was so invested in Frankie and Colt’s journey that I squealed when the lovers pushed aside their doubts and baggage and finally committed to each other.

Hearts at Risk is a must-read for readers who appreciate a little Canadiana with their romance.

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CDO–is a practical manual for parenting!!

How many times have I told my children that parents don’t come with operating manuals! Now there is one! Having raised four children, I well remembered the challenges as I read CDO; Chief Daddy Officer! Life might have been easier if I’d had this book away back then. Instead, we had to rely on our instincts; and yes! sometimes we screwed up. But now we have a close knit family who are raising their own children. One of our grandchildren is getting married. I plan to give each one of them this book.  – continue reading….>

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