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An empty truck bed

Local schools start today, and the stores have been busy with shoppers filling their carts with pencils, lined paper, crayons and tissues. Back to school shopping was always a favorite task for me because I absolutely love an aisle full of brand-new notebooks, binders, pens and markers. I still enjoy picking out an occasional pretty notebook for myself for notes I still make by hand during the process of a book, but it’s not quite the same thrill as filling a new backpack with new school supplies for my children.

Our son, who started his second year of medical school last week, had dinner with us last night. As I packed zippered plastic bags with the peanut butter-chocolate chip cookies I’d made for him (I sometimes wonder if he makes regular visits just to refill the cookie jar in his apartment), it occurred to me that this is the first August in some fourteen years that my husband and I haven’t loaded hubby’s trusty pickup truck with plastic bins and furniture and moved one of our three kids into a dorm or apartment. The girls have been settled into their current residences for four and three years, respectively, and last year our son moved into the apartment where he plans to reside through the next three years of med school, so this year there’s no one to move. As I’ve read Facebook posts from friends who’ve spent recent days hauling boxes and hanging posters on dorm walls, I thought of how much fun those moves were — though some of them took place in the rain, others on stiflingly hot August days — and I’m glad I had those experiences. Even the experience of moving daughter number one into an un-air-conditioned seventh floor dorm room on a hundred-degree day when the elevator was unavailable. Now that was an interesting day – but we tackled it together, so I still treasure the memory. But maybe I’m a little relieved that I got to take it a little easier this hot summer.

Here’s hoping for a happy, safe and productive new school year for all.

And a note to my girls on their separate coasts … whenever you finish your current career training and are ready to move back closer to home, the truck is ready and waiting!


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A truckload of trivia

Before I had access to the internet, the research I did for my writing was at the library or through phone calls or in travel books and encyclopedias from my own shelves. Even then it was difficult for me to stay on task when I started researching a question. I’ve always been intrigued by trivia, and learning one new fact often raised more questions I felt compelled to answer even when they had nothing to do with my story. Now that most of the information in the world is literally at my fingertips, I can spend hours lost in the web if I’m not careful. One question leads to another, one link leads to another I simply can’t resist clicking. Somehow I start a geographical search and end up reading recipes for homemade sausages I have no intention of making. Before I know it, a couple hours have passed and I’ve written half the words I set for my daily goal.

This is an example of one of those sessions yesterday:

I’m working on the second book set in a fictional vacation resort on Lake Livingston in Texas. It’s been years since I visited that area in person, so I’ve had to refresh my memory a few times with internet searches and photos. I mentioned that the heroine’s family had lived on the lake since the early 1950s. And then I remembered that the lake is a man-made reservoir and realized I wasn’t sure exactly when it had been created. Simple, right? Search the history of the lake. Two minutes later, I had my answer. The reservoir was created in 1969. Whew, glad I checked. Though I’ve made a few mistakes in my more than 100 books, I try very hard to be accurate. A simple change in the story, which meant I could get straight back to work.

But, while I’m here, maybe I could look at a few more photos from vacation resorts similar to the one I’m creating just to make sure I have the general atmosphere of the area. Oh, here’s a cute photo of a little boy holding up a fish. He’s adorable. Look at those freckles. A little freckle-faced boy. Freckle-faced Benny Haynes. Why did that name pop into my head? Oh, right. My favorite holiday tradition is watching the movie “White Christmas” with my daughters. Freckle-faced Benny Haynes was the brother of Betty and Judy Haynes. I remember they showed a photograph of him – seems like I read somewhere whose picture they showed. Search. Oh, yes, it was the actor who’d played Alfalfa in the Our Gang shows. Carl Switzer. Whatever happened to him? Search. Oh, how sad. He was shot in a drunken brawl at the young age of 31. I love the movie “White Christmas.” It’s over a hundred degrees outside again (more than twenty days so far this summer of one-hundred-plus temps in Arkansas), and dreaming of Christmastime is certainly tempting. Remember that song, Snow, Snow, Snow from the movie? I’d love to see snow now. I remember that Vera Ellen’s voice was dubbed in the movie, but what was the name of the singer again? Oh, yes, Trudy Stevens. And — wow, here’s something I never knew! Rosemary Clooney sang both parts in the song, “Sisters!” I knew Vera Ellen died of anorexia (so sad and so obvious in the movie), but when was that again? Hmm, I didn’t know Fred Astaire turned down the role of Phil Davis (Danny Kaye’s part) after reading the script. Or that Donald O’Connor was then signed for the role but had to drop out for health reasons. I can’t imagine anyone other than Danny Kaye in that role! Did you know Danny Kaye was an accomplished chef and actually made his own sausages?

Even now, I’m fighting the urge to search the name Danny Kaye, which would probably lead to more interesting trivia about the actor, which would lead to the history of UNICEF, and perhaps on to Audrey Hepburn …

No. I really need to work today. It’s going to be over a hundred yet again, so sitting in the AC writing with the Olympics playing quietly in the background actually sounds appealing. Wonder if Audrey Hepburn ever attended the Olympics. How many actors participated … Johnny Weissmuller was an Olympic athlete, right? Wonder how many medals he won. Speaking of Olympic records …

Wait. What was I doing?

Okay, back to writing. At some point today, I need to check on how many types of fish are caught in Lake Livingston. I’m afraid to look now, because I have a word count goal to meet before breaking for lunch. But maybe just a little peek … Hmm, fish recipes. I wonder if there’s such a thing as fish sausages?


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A welcome breeze

Those who know me or have read this blog in the past know that I am not a hot weather fan. I love fall and winter, even spring until the temperature rises above 85 or so, but in all my mumblemumble years as a native Arkansan, I have never learned to like these hundred-plus degree summers. This summer has been particularly miserable, with Arkansas — like so much of the country — suffering a severe drought in addition to the heat. And it’s only mid-July. This week we were blessed with a little rain (though my area wasn’t as blessed as some others), and a break in the temperatures. Yesterday morning the temps were in the mid-80s and the sky just overcast enough to make for a pleasant morning. My husband John and I went out for breakfast at IHOP (he had a coupon for a free meal to celebrate his upcoming birthday, and we do love our coupons!), after which we decided it was just too nice to dive straight back into work. We spent the morning at Two Rivers Park in Little Rock.

Pinnacle Mountain from the Two Rivers Bridge

Two Rivers Park is a thousand-acre tract of land at the confluence of the Arkansas and Little Maumelle Rivers, accessible by a new, 1,368-foot-long pedestrian-and-biker bridge over the Arkansas River. The bridge is a beautiful structure with the center section built to resemble a rusty old railroad bridge. From the center of the bridge, you can see Pinnacle Mountain rising on one horizon — a popular hiking, climbing and picnic destination in central Arkansas. Looking from the other side, you see the I-430 traffic bridge, and beyond that a 4,220-foot pedestrian bridge known as The Big Dam Bridge over Murray Lock and Dam. Two Rivers Park is shaded by tall trees through which easily accessible hiking paths lead to picnic tables, benches and river access points from which to admire the view. We saw two pretty deer during our stroll who let us get very close before they turned and disappeared into the trees, and a duck flew directly in front of my face when I walked up to take a close-up photo of a turtle in the water.

Because it was a weekday morning there weren’t a lot of people making use of the bridge, which is often crowded on nice weekends, but we saw several bikers, a few others enjoying a nature walk, as we were, and a couple of moms with children all taking advantage of the lower temperatures and the nice breeze over the river. We had a lovely morning and made a promise that on the next nice day, we’ll walk across the Big Dam Bridge and take a few photos of the lock and dam. I use central Arkansas as a setting in many of my books. There are many beautiful and interesting places to visit here, and in coming weeks I’ll be featuring other local photos I’ve taken to give those of you who’ve never stopped by an insider’s look at the state where I’ve spent my entire life. It’s all too easy at times to take your own home grounds for granted. I’m glad John and I took a couple of hours to appreciate this beautiful state — even during a hot, dry summer.

I plan to spend the rest of this day sitting beneath a ceiling fan with my computer and my next book-in-progress (which happens to be set in the neighboring state of Texas). Wherever you are now, I hope you find relief from the heat, if you’re one of the many affected this summer, and a chance to take a break just to appreciate your own local offerings.

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A Celebration of Independence

Late last month, my husband and I drove our older daughter to the Little Rock airport (recently renamed the Bill and Hillary Clinton National Airport – a mouthful!) after a lovely two-week visit with her. It’s always very difficult for us to make that drive to send her back to her post-doc position in Seattle. She’s lived there a little over four years, and it was hard enough to see her move that far away from her family the first time, but it’s been even more difficult since her stroke a year and a half ago. I’ve mentioned before that I’m in awe of her decision to continue her career training that far from home even as she struggles to learn to walk again and deals with the remaining deficits of fatigue, almost no use of her right hand, no pain and temperature sensation on her otherwise functional left side, and a still-paralyzed vocal cord. And yet I can’t seem to stress enough how proud we are of her. Unable to do the bench work that was part of her research career before, she is now learning an entirely new discipline within her field — computational biology — and learning much of it on her own through on-line classes and lessons and exercises while still directing the research projects she’d started before the stroke. She works around her therapy sessions and doctor appointments and desperately-needed rest breaks, committed to her work and trying to conserve a little of her still-limited energy for occasional outings with her friends. She is getting better every week, spending more and more time out of the wheelchair, growing stronger and more adept with compensating for her challenges. And while I’ve spent some time with her there when I could, she has done it mostly on her own, far away from her family, with much-appreciated encouragement from her wonderful boss, a few close friends, a loving little church, and a team of committed and caring doctors and therapists.

She could have taken an easier path in her recovery. Several of her acquaintances have asked her why she didn’t just move home and draw disability pay, saying they couldn’t imagine struggling that hard just to do basic household tasks involved with living alone. She could have done that. I’m sure she qualified because her deficits were so severe. She was fully aware that she always has a home with us – that “Mama” would cook her meals, wash her clothes, even fix her hair and give mani-pedis, that “Daddy” would gladly drive her wherever she wanted to go, carry her up stairs, help her with exercises and therapy (all things we did in the three months post-stroke). She wouldn’t have had to struggle to make her own meals when she’s so tired all she wants to do is curl into a ball and whimper, or try to figure out how to change the sheets on her bed with one functional hand and unable to walk around the bed unassisted. And yet she chose the latter. She needed to continue in her job training, to know she was preparing for a career that while earning a living salary for herself was also contributing to Hepatitis C research in hopes of eventually curing people suffering in other ways. As hard as it was, she chose independence.

But I’m rambling, as I tend to do when I talk about my (amazing) kids. Back to our trip to the airport last month …

When we take our daughter to the airport, we check in with her, receive passes to go through security screening and accompany her to the gate to stay with her until boarding. Being in a manual wheelchair for traveling and unable to push it very far herself because she has use of only one hand, she needs some assistance getting around the airport. Her flight was delayed by more than an hour, so it was even nicer that we could stay and keep her company. While we were checking in, I noted some boys lined up to check luggage at a nearby counter. Young and fresh-faced, they looked excited to be traveling without parents. And then I saw their clothing — fatigues. These young men (barely more than little boys in my maternal eyes) were in the military. Probably no more than a month out of high school, they were off to train for a different kind of future. I don’t know what branch of the military they were in, whether they were headed for basic training or assignments, though I assumed the former. I can’t describe exactly how young a few of them looked — baby faces barely touched with the first hints of whiskers, still dotted with teen acne. Eyes wide, excited — maybe a little apprehensive? Staying close to each other as they piled duffel bags on the conveyors then headed for their gate. I didn’t see parents with any of them, but I couldn’t help thinking of those moms and dads who’d said goodbye to their children earlier, knowing how difficult their path would be. It put my own upcoming parting into a different perspective. When it comes to parents and their kids, there are no easy goodbyes!

As we celebrate the independence of our country today, I can’t help thinking of all the sacrifices that have been made to secure that independence. I said a prayer that day for the safety of each of the young people leaving that airport — my own daughter and those young soldiers, all courageous in their own ways, all seeking their own independence while making contributions to others.

So much of being a parent is difficult, but the hardest part, to me, is letting go when our job is done. All three of ours are out on their own now, self-sufficient, busy with career training, our middle child and her husband getting ready to welcome their own child in December to start the process anew. And someday they will sit an airport, saying that wrenching, but still proud, farewell.

As my American friends celebrate this holiday, I hope you’ll all be safe from the dangerous heat and wildfires threatening much of our country today. And to my friends in other countries — I wish you a safe and  happy day on this fourth of July.

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Ch – ch – changes

It’s been an exciting time in the Wilkins household lately. Our daughter Kerry and her husband Justin visited last week from Massachusetts, and gave us permission to announce that they’re expecting our first grandchild early in December! Justin just received his Master of Library and Information Science degree (we’re so proud of him!) and is now working for ancestry. com. Kerry has two more years of her psychiatry residency to complete (she has almost finished adult psych and is preparing for two years of child and adolescent psych training, which is where her true interest lies), and then we hope they’ll head back south for her to set up practice (hint, hint, kids). We’re all looking forward to welcoming this new addition to our family and to the equally-eager family of our son-in-law. I have to confess that it’s odd to think of myself as a grandmother — or to accept that our middle child who was surely just yesterday playing with her Barbies and My Little Ponies will soon be a parent, herself!

During the coming week, our daughter who’s working in Seattle will be home for a visit. Courtney is still struggling diligently to recover from the debilitating brainstem stroke she suffered in October, 2010. She’s come a long way. She can now walk unassisted indoors and with forearm crutches outdoors for short distances, using a power wheelchair only for longer distances or when her energy flags, and while she has not regained use of her right hand, she has more control over the arm than she did at first. She has become quite adept with her left hand – writing, drawing, even using chopsticks! Post-stroke fatigue is her greatest enemy at this point. For a young woman whose nature is to always be on the go, running, hiking, climbing, traveling, it’s very hard for her to concede that she now needs a great deal more rest than before the stroke. A lifelong overachiever, she’s been known to over-do to the point of exhaustion now, so she’s looking forward to resting here with us for a couple of weeks. She continues to pursue her career in medical research despite her challenges. She has blogged about her stroke experiences, but hasn’t been able to update recently because her limited energy has been used up in work, therapy and daily living activities. But for those who’ve sent me notes asking about her, she wants everyone to know she’s doing well and will update soon. We are grateful for your concern.

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