From my window to yours.

From my window to yours, no matter where you live, may this weekend be filled with peace and love for all mankind.

Betrayal. Terror. Death. Love.

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Waiting for ---?

Waiting for his person? Waiting for a walk?
What goes through our animals minds? I do know this. I can be missing for a day or a month and I get the same wet licks, tail wags, and high jumps until I put everything down to pet and hold.
Luna has a favorite red ball. Is it the color or the shape that attracts her? Do animals even see color? Bulls do, right?
And that unconditional love they dole out every waking minute of their lives --- wow, why can't humans learn from that. We'd be a peaceful earth if that could happen.

Happy reading.

Read  an excerpt from The Promise Series by author C.K. Alber @ http://www.amazon.com/author/ckalber 
Her favorite saying is: "In my stories, animals never die --- only people do."

Why we celebrate "Women's Day," March 8th, around the world.

We celebrate this day because of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, March 25th, 1911, in Manhattan, New York City.
Stairwells and exits were locked to keep the garment workers from taking breaks. At approximately 4:40 p.m.when the fire erupted, no one could escape from the horrendous upper-story fire. 146 died that day --- most of them young women.
We celebrate their lives with the Mimosa flower. Never let us forget March 8th and let all women be honored for their rolls in life, no matter where they are or what they've done.

One way to profess your love on Valentine's Day.

How one romantic person professed love in the narrow streets of Naples, Italy. The sign reads: 'One day, suddenly, I fell in love with you.'
Does true love exist? Is it ever lasting? What about soul mates?
I have had more than one true love. I believe that my own personal romantic stories are leaning experiences in life and they have made me the person I am today --- a great story writer.
One of my loves took place as in the movie "Sliding Doors" and it also happened in Italy.
How did your true love take place and where did it happen?

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Happy Saturday and may you have a happy ever after love in your life.

Appreciation for our Teachers

Never stop telling our teachers how much we appreciate them. They work overtime at school, prepare at home, console parents about problem children and on and on. We all know that, because most of us either have been teachers or know one personally.
Today, I would like to acknowledge one teacher in particular,
She's a single parent on a teacher's salary. That means --- she holds down two other jobs, when she doesn't have her kids, to make ends meet. But she never stops loving the tiring work that she does in education and never gives up her smile. Not even the day she was moving out of her large home, to downsize, and received the call that she had stage 1 cancer. The Monday she was completely moved in, was the day she had her surgery.
Behind every window, teachers have their stories too. I wish we could give every teacher, past or present, a large bonus for all of the years they have dedicated to their profession. Maybe this year, the new chosen government (by the people) will see fit to do just that.
Until then --- bless each and every one of our teachers worldwide.

Learn more about author C. K. Alber at http://www.amazon.com/author/ckalber

Carol's Candid Interview.

Carol:  Life was good. I had a college degree in counseling, a man who adored me, marriage, doting parents, a great job, trips abroad. Oh, and I can't forget about out golden retriever, Lucky. We felt blessed.
A frown flitted between her brows, crinkling her forehead. She nibbled her bottom lip between perfect white teeth. 
Carol was in her early fifties, had long dishwater-blond hair, a beautiful face but sad chestnut-colored eyes. 
Me: Did you have children?
She shook her head.
Carol: I loved my job. Thought we had plenty of time to complete out family. Then everything I mentioned before disappeared.
She got up and took slow steps to the window, pulled back a side of the curtain, and peered out. When she turned around her expression had changed. Darkness clouded her eyes. 
Carol: Divorce. Death. I lost my job.
Sinking into a tattered arm chair, Carol took a deep breath. Her fingers tapped the wooden armrest claws of the overstuffed chair. 
Carol: I was diagnosed with manic depression. In other words, I'm bipolar.
Me: Are you in therapy?
Carol: Yes, and I take pills.  But I can't work.
Me: Why not if you're on medication?
Carol: I just don't do well around crowds any more. I sleep a lot.
She patted her old dog's head.
Carol: I still have Lucky, so not everyone left me.
Her hand encompassed the area around her.
Carol: My dad willed me this house so I don't have to worry about rent, but I have to count my pennies. I'm on disability.
Another deep breath.
Me: Do you have friends you can talk to?
Carol: Yes. When I let them in.
Me: In this house?
Carol: In my thoughts.

It was time to give Carol a break. After years of not seeing her, she had "let me in" and I didn't want to deplete her trust in me. She is, after all, a friend of mine.

Her name has been changed to protect her identity. 

Find out more about author C.K. Alber @ http://www.amazon.com/author/ckalber