After a Fashion

Only a few more pages…Just one more chapter.

If you are a book lover/ bookworm like me, you have totally said these phrases more than once. I haven’t picked up a book as intriguing and funny as, After a Fashion by Jen Turano in a very long time. Once I started reading I couldn’t really stop. It was fast pace which I always like. This romantic comedy of airs is sure to have you  fly through the pages. I told my self last night I just wanted to read a chapter more, I instead stayed up till midnight just to finish it, and I am so glad I did. This book is so great I think I will just read it again.

I loved the book but not just for it’s wit.  I find that today it is so hard to find a clean good, Godly book. It was nice not having to wince every other chapter just incase I might read something inappropriate or just bad language. I am sick and tired of seeing the F-word or sloppy language in books. Nor do I like when a book poorly represents a true and innocent relationship. Okay I will get off my soap box, but if you share my feelings than you will love this book.

This isn’t a book about two people finding each other and falling hopelessly romantically in love. This is a book about family, friendship and a “You are really getting on my nerves but I can’t help but feel protective of you” story. True, I believe in love at first sight, but there are other ways of finding love which this book will show you. 🙂


After a Fashion also instilled that hope that burns inside me. I believe that God has a Prince Charming out there for every girl. Sometimes we have to be patient, it could in the most unexpected ways, but God doesn’t always give us exactly what we want, exactly how we think we should have it.  He works in mysterious ways, which is very evident in, After a Fashion.


I opened After a Fashion and I dived right into a high energy, fast moving, twisting plots and a love story where a women got everything she needed. Her foundation was in God, who lead her down a wonderfully crazy path. You see God will do anythign for his children.  God loves all his children.

I greatly encourage you to pick this book up. 🙂


Little Girl

It is strange to think I have lived on this earth

this circular planet for the last 20 years.

I thought about explaining what I have gone through…


the Presidents, the major events good and bad

the births, the weddings and the deaths that have happened.

But I am going to be a little selfish, and I won’t feel bad.

Because this poem is a birthday present to myself.

Instead I am going to talk about a little girl…


I am not that little girl who

danced her little heart out

in a beautiful red dress

at her cousins wedding,

all of being only being two years old.


I am not that little girl who

would play indians with her brothers

and hid in the tomato plants

pretending she was Pocahontas.


I am not that little girl who

every summer would swim in the pool

and go out as far as she could

pretending to be a mermaid.


I am not the little girl who

would get all dressed up and

have tea parties with her cousins and sister

sipping on water, and pretending to eat plastic donuts.


I am not the little girl who

could fall asleep anywhere,

and not get scolded, because

I was cute, and I sucked my thumb.


And as I remember back, my childhood

I will always smile, and I won’t look back in vain.

So many people tell us, that we haven’t lived,

until we get out into the world.


But I think, no. Actually I know they are wrong.

Because my childhood prepared me

for the next steps in my life.


There is no greater stress

than owning a hotel with your

sisters, and cousins

while having three or four kids

under the age of five.

But that is pretended.

We imagined conflict,

oblivious to how crucial it would be

and at the end of the day, everything was okay.


I don’t really know how Maria and I

got through as mom’s with all the injuries

that happened with our dolls,

but we always made it.


And do you know how much money is involved

when every time your  Betty Spaghetti’s

continue to break their bones

when their bungie cord snaps

while camping?

    Good thing we made movies about them,

    other wise I don’t know how they would pay

    all those hospital bills.


And with later years

the dolls were replaced with

babysitting jobs, and responsibilities.

Lemonade stands became actual jobs

and the barbie drama became high school drama.

And even the many careers we managed as kids, allowed us to think about college.


So, yes I am not the little girl anymore.

I can’t play dress up all day, and put on gowns and tiaras,

nor can I be an international spy, fiddling all the clues.

But I will always keep that little girl apart of me.



I wouldn’t be me,

without her,

without my sister,

without my cousins

without my family

without my friends.


So you see

I am really not being that selfish

more that I am thanking everyone

who had a part

in that little girl

and now…


to the young lady I have become.