I’m busy, but then I always am. Right now I have a book I really need to make progress in writing, but instead there’s this…
Last weekend I made a trip to visit my mom for her birthday, which always in some way causes us to reminisce about things. But this time I was more heavily entrenched in it. This time I was caught up in memories of my sisters and me as young children.
We were called “the girls” by most of the family. Poor daddy, stuck with a house fully of giggles all those years.
I can’t remember how old we were, but there was a family get-together at grandma’s house when mom and her sisters were all talking about The Monkees.
“The monkeys?” I asked.
“No,” one aunt said, “not monkeys. The Monkees.”
And that is where it all began.
How had we missed this? We didn’t even know anything so awesome existed. But the girls and I discovered The Monkees’ episodes were actually right there on Nickelodeon nearly every single day. We were totally glued to the screen. I can remember us guffawing over their antics in episode after episode. My sister Cori had the wildest laugh and when she really got going it would trigger her asthma. So many of those episodes were enjoyed above the roar of her nebulizer machine, but that really didn’t matter. Those were some of the best times for us.
And it didn’t stop there.
One of my aunts took all of her Monkees’ records (you know, records. The actual vinyl kind) and she recorded them to cassette tapes for us. We listened to them ALL THE TIME. We were children of the fabulous eighties, but all we cared about hearing was The Monkees.
In those days my parents had an old single car garage that was chock full of stuff. The girls and I were allowed to play house in there. Oh, those were the days! We moved wooden boards around to create “rooms” in our playhouse. We somehow found an old magazine with an image of The Monkees on the cover and we taped it into our toy oven thereby transforming it into a television set. I discovered a set of tiny glass bottles and an eye dropper and created a “laboratory” in one corner. And while my husband, Davy Jones, was off on tour, I was a chemist.
Yep, it’s true. I was once married to Davy Jones. And the coolest thing is that my sisters hooked Peter Tork and Micky Dolenz respectively. We were married to the Monkees! And when we had a friend come over, we graciously allowed her to have Mike Nesmith, because we wanted all of our precious Monkees to “get the girl.”
But as always happens, the years went by and we grew up. And then an aneurysm took Cori from us. Still, when I need that feel of home and of childhood, I’ve often pulled up some of my favorite Monkees’ songs. Mary, Mary, Listen to the Band, Steppin’ Stone… there are just too many to recount and each one brings with it the sweet taste of remembrance.
And then just a week or so ago I heard The Monkees’ new release, You Bring the Summer and I’ve been partially overcome with memories since then. And I’ve so enjoyed that bittersweet trip through scenes and games and girlhood giggles.
Because even when it’s freezing outside… even if there’s no sun and sand…The Monkees’ songs bring the summer of my childhood back to me and for that I’ll always appreciate them and their music.
So Davy, Peter, Mike and Micky, thanks from a little girl who will still always consider you family.
“So, any thoughts on what to do about Red?” Rhiannon asked.
“Only one and you won’t like it.”
She dropped her hands and looked hard at her friend, one side of her mouth twitched up in an almost smile, “Tell me anyway.”
“Well we both know breaking a curse is not an easy prospect unless we know who placed it. We can try to breech the block, but the underworld prisons have existed a long time. If that were possible, surely someone would have done it by now. So that means, unless we want to let her suffer for eternity, I say we sneak her out of there.”
“A prison break!” Rhiannon dropped her head back in exasperation, “That’s your idea? You just said underworld prisons have existed for a long time, how do you expect us to get her past all of that magic.”
Lynlee was quiet which meant she was thinking. Which might or might not have been a good thing.
Suddenly Rhia stood. “And, you are not involved in this except on a consultation basis. You’re injured, remember?”
“Pfft,” the witch waved her hand in the air, dismissing that comment, “I’m fine. I can help with this. It’s time for me to get out of this house, Rhia.”
“Uhm, no way. No way in hell. Do you know what Beck would do to me?”
“Beck? He’s human. You’re a werevamp. I’m pretty sure you can take him.”
Rhiannon stared down at her friend, “I’ll sedate you if I have to,” she wagged her finger.
Frowning, Lynlee crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, “Fine.”
I am so in love with this cover! Doesn’t Rhiannon look awesome? Moon Beam Dreams will release in just a few weeks so I decided to whet your appetite with this first peek of her cover and blurb… plus, keep reading to get a little teaser too!
I’m not good with death. Yeah, it’s true that I’m a doctor and a vet, but I’m darned good at what I do, and death doesn’t happen often when a life is in my hands. Whether I’m working my medical magic or letting my werewolf out so she can kick some a**, I can always count on me to get the job done. I was totally willing to put my life on the line for my BFF… now that we’ve saved her from the grim reaper, I was really hoping things would settled down for all of us.
But I guess it just doesn’t work that way. Instead I’m dealing with a tricky medical case that may be beyond my abilities, not to mention a baby situation that I totally never saw coming. And I’m not sure if it’s the stress of all that, but a weird tension is cropping up between me and the love of my life.
All I want is to find a way to protect all those most important to me, but it seems there’s a new test behind every door. Can’t a girl catch a break?
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