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The state of bliss..takes effort.

Gentleness is always needed…soft emotions and edges…calmness and a sense of quiet…. It is a day of reflection—and more appreciation of what we encounter each moment of past days day in our individual lives… ..the small things, the LARGE things, the important things—the unimportant things… The gift of our lives is made of moment by moment experiences…a collection of memories, images, smells, tastes, sounds…Terrifying and exhilarating..times of immense love–and undeniable hate…not necessarily of another soul..but of what life has brought down on us–yet again… Yes…life so often takes our breath away.. in the profoundness of it….. Pamela @Boomernovel

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Readers are EXCITED!!

Today I write again.. Can’t tell you how privileged and spoiled I feel to just relax and veg and write at my leisure here this summer of 2018 at AJ’s home. I feel inspired beyond measure. I now have four different friends who are working on writing projects from Novels to screenplays to non fiction to ghost writing and it feels so good to have others in my circle now who GET where I am coming from when I speak of this passion we have inside to create content. Four years ago today It was only a couple months into publish and i had a huge flurry of excited readers who had been waiting for my book to hit the stands/ebook. Here’s one message.. I cannot TELL you what messages like this and many other messages of support over the years mean and MEANT to me as a first-time author at age 65!! It motivated me to carry on with book 2 (which is still in progress and will eventually be a feature film) and the rest of the series, It has inspired me and told me it was all worth it!! Here was the post to me.. ~~ Lisa […]

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Mother’s Day is all about gratitude…

Today our progeny and their own salute us, revere us ,cherish us, treasure us, thank us for the gift of life and learning to be the humans we have molded them to be.. But today I wish to salute my own flesh and blood and their flesh and blood and tell you I revere you, cherish you, treasure you, love you and thank you for the gift of motherhood.. To the bond of mother and child.. Priceless beyond measure..

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Be unafraid, unrestrained and unapolegetic…

When I was little I was full of excited anticipation,  All the time, breathless for the future.. My mind was full of visions of a life far beyond the small family farm we were fortunate to be raised and nurtured on.. My dear, precious mother would look in my eyes..and talk to me –without moving her lips– She told me to be.. -Unafraid…of becoming whatever I dreamed of–in each stage of my eternity -Unrestrained..in sharing my love and beliefs–spreading my word and the bits of knowledge and experience I gathered over my lifetime.. And -Unapologetic if I stepped beyond boundaries and over thresholds others thought a woman of my station should ever imagine. What a gift she gave me… Thank you, my Guardian Angel. My precious Mother. For being there–as you are even today… Always THERE..

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5 STAR REVIEW!!!

Author Pamela Lee’s testimony speaks for hundreds and thousands of women all over the world. Will this down-toearth, caring, kindhearted maiden’s future be “filled with love? Or filled with unspeakable despair?” The Highest Mountain; the Deepest Valley The Void of a Broken Heart The picture-perfect family. It’s one of the most desired, attainable, and ideal images conceivable to the human heart and spirit, with many of us dreaming and fantasizing of establishing our own family someday. Just like Annie Magyar. This piercing and emotive autobiography unfolds the many diverse chapters of Author Pamela Lee’s eventful and gripping story, with Annie Magyar, the main character, representing the author. As a youngling, Annie lives blanketed in unadulterated love, happy and content with an abundance of compassion, and securely nestled in the safety of principle, nourishment, family, and tradition. Immediately, it’s easy to interpret that she (who also goes by the name ‘Annie’; ‘Anna Belle’, ‘Anna Lee’ and ‘J’ throughout the story) is indeed a spirited leader with a genuine, zealous will to live life happy, and to the fullest degree! In the beginning, Author Lee efficiently exemplifies the natural “infectious” internal light little Annie possesses by recapping the earlier years of her […]

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Don’t forget to remeber the little things…

Mom–THIS is what it was like for you and I.. For I remember… My first memories are of you holding me during Hurricane Hazel–singing to me and tickling me-to make me laugh… Farther down of you milking Bossy the cow and squirting me with warm milk–making me laugh… I remember you letting me stand on a chair and showing me how to peel potatoes–and hold the mixer to make cake batter– Jump to age 13 when i got braces and you made me green peppers stuffed with cottage cheese and other special lunches just for me– Then me as a mid teen when we used to sit on your bed on Sundays and read novels together…. And then how you helped me on my wedding day by throwing a grand soirée at the farm for the reception. .. And then how OROUD you were of me when your grandson, my first son, child of your child, come to us From there it was woman to woman—for you gave me that respect.. And I finally felt sooo grown up.. Until I was 29…you, only 49…and then you were gone.. Mothermurder Thank you–for being you… Your Pammy….Your J…

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The loss of a mother can never be replaced…..

“Incredulously” Who could have known? Who could have guessed? Who could ever think that the most important soul to us ALL would be taken in violent murder in five days, those many years ago? 1978! Self-same day as the |Jonestown Massacre. Who could believe, if someone said it was coming, that the one who we all assume will be there for us ’til our own end will, instead, be stolen? Wouldn’t we all pooh-pooh it if we thought that Gramma would never again bake her famous cookies for your kids.. spoil them rotten with her devoted love of them? Who could imagine she would never again gladly provide an ear, a non-judgemental ear for you in the middle of the night when you just ..needed her? I couldn’t.. But it happened.. Pamela.. 13/11/15 post script–My precious Momma was 49..I had just turned 29, 12 days before her death.

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The gift of reading—and writing..

Goodd MORNINGGGGGG my peeps. It’s gonna be another gorgeous fall day here Bedford, Nova Scotia! Today I am saluting THE BOOK…That thing we readers allll take for granted will always be our companion… No matter HOW down or sad or lonely, there is always ”the book’.. No matter what question we have or ‘big happening’ in our lives, we always have ”the book’ to refer back to, guide us through or motivate us to keep going. “The book” is like a kindred spirit. It is a place we can fall into and hide if we need to or go to for to for solace. Somehow we can run away when we read. It’s like we feel when we are with a Kindred Spirit. We feel all powerful and are calmed and our hearts quieted when we read. WE meet the most INCREDIBLE souls when we read–our lives are expanded sideways and deeply and our world becomes full of colour and magic when we read.. I could go on and on for in my 68 years–58 if I said reading years ‘the book’ has been my salvation too many times to count.. SOO–it is my honour and privilege to add to […]

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Practice affirmation. It works!

I LOVE NEW DAYS!!! New beginnings. Clean slates– Today, going into this weekend in early September, 2017, is a day of looking in the mirror, with my dear Jenn in mind, practicing affirmation… WE USED TO DO IT EVERY SINGLE DAY TOGETHER.. SO THIS ONE IS FOR you JENNIFER, who we lost just yesterday, 2016. At age 48…YOU HAD just GOT A NIEW JOB…so..it’s a whatif.. This one is also for we ladies and gents who are in transition this new season with this fresh new page.. I am right now Dressing for that affirmation of success in my mind–seeing my style and look in Pammyland of yesteryear.. As I prepared to start my day today–I looked back to other decades in my life when I had earned the right to run my own corporations with 70 employees in my roster. Or preparing to teach as I set up a training class somewhere in some hotel room in some city in Canada. Or writing the next scene for the stage show i had produced.. And here I am now–a simple writer.. Writing the next scene for the next book in the series.. Before this morning I would have said–“”my life […]

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Writing new prose is like a first kiss….

Writing. It’s like a first kiss. MANY of us have been through it. Here’s the deal. I have been TRYING to write. Each day I waltz around it. Each day I have an hour to kill I open my word processor to JWalking, Book 2 of the Holy snappin’! series. Or my side novel, Omeerotica. Then there is the screenplay. Agent query letters. Whatever the ongoing project, which is everything on the list. And then some. YOU know how it goes. I have ALL this intent. Then I drift away to blogging. Or daydreaming.. Or, whatever. Weirdly, it IS like a first kiss. Remember? YOU know the feeling! TERRIFYING. My stomach is clenched. I shake. My hands rest in the keyboard, if I even GET that far. Then-nothing. Writing/editing is much, much harder than non-writers could imagine. In my particular case, it is a huge responsibility now that I have fans in readers of my first novel, Call me J, who are depending on my to do at least as good a write as I did for my debut manuscript. YIKES! Fact is….. I am frozen in place. My words swirl in my mind like molasses..I am fraught with indecision. […]

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