Lynda Kaye Frazier, USA Today Best Selling Author

I believe all book addicts should stick together, form a support group. Oh wait, there's already quite a few of them, and I'm not talking about book clubs. My sister is a psych nurse and she's always telling me there's a support group out there for everything, and she was right. Did you know that there are support groups out there for people afraid of the color red? Groups out there for ones who sleep too much, or too little. Even support for people afraid of flannel. I was in shock at the list she sent me and about chocked on my coffee when I came to one specific group. Support groups for those who are afraid of books. Really? How can you be afraid of something that can open your mind to another world, or allow you to escape from the one that's driving you crazy. I never thought of books as something that would cause shear panic to a person, but it can and I feel nothing but total respect, and sadness for those who suffer from this ailment. E...

I was raised in a military family. My Father was in the Navy and both my Grandfathers served so Memorial Day was a special day. We would put up flags and have a big picnic with the family. there would be many stories told, and glasses raised for those who were not able to be with us. I celebrate this year in the honor of my father, and grandfather, but I also feel blessed to have three of my children serving in the armed forces today. I am very proud of my two sons who are members of our great Navy, and a daughter who is a Marine.  I want to thank them for what they have given up, for our freedom, and they have given up a lot. We've missed holidays, birthdays and my sons have missed out in years of their small children s lives, but they wouldn't change a thing. They believe in protecting our great USA. So as you enjoy your long weekend remember the true meaning to the day.     "All gave some, and some gave all." Remember the fallen for they ga...

I work all day, then come home to animals that need fed, basic household chores, then dinner. By the time all of this is over it's pretty close to 8pm.  I'm tired and know that 6am is going to come around faster than I want it to, but my mind is reeling with characters screaming to get their thoughts on paper, so I write. Sometimes I'm up to 2am, and I know I should get into bed but I can't. I Love to Write. It's my addiction and I'm enjoying every minute of it. In my spare time I'm either reading, or writing. I carry a notebook with me, and find myself jotting down ideas all day so I can put them together at night. Some people find me crazy. They know my life is busy. I hold down a demanding job, live on a busy farm and help take care of my sister who has MS. I have very little time to myself, but I can't help it. It's my stress relief and makes me smile. I am truly living my dream. Find what makes you smile and...

Mothers Day has always been a special day for me. When I was a little girl I spent Mothers day making cards and gifts for my Mother, and Grandmother. Then, at a very young age I became a Mother and soon realized what my grandmother meant when she said that the best gift I could give her would be more time. So when my children asked what I wanted for Mothers day, or even my birthday I always asked for time.  It took them a few years but they finally got it and instead of buying gifts we would plan a day of activities. Some years we went to the Zoo, others the beach or just stay at home and watch a movie. It never mattered as long as we were together. As time went on, and the kids grew they tried to buy gifts, but we always went back to the same thing, just spending time together.  Now I have Grandchildren and they made me smile when I heard them ask their parents what they wanted for their special day and my children told them just time. Have a ver...

As a child we are put to bed early. Our parents telling us that we need to get our rest so we can be awake for the fun things that we had planned for the next day, so we did as we were told. Well some of us. I would pretend to be asleep so that once my parents were back downstairs I could sneak out of bed.  I would tip toe to the top of the stairs and inch my way down to the middle which gave me the perfect view of the living room, and the TV. I thought I was so smart until my sister told on me. Then as a teenager we would pull all nighters to study for tests that we've known about for months, but never found the time to get ready for. We would ingest massive amounts of caffeine, and eat anything sweet that wasn't hidden. Those were the good ole days because we could stay up all night and still feel great the next morning. We were cocky enough to tell our parents that they were wrong. We didn't need sleep to have fun. Then we grew up and moved out. We would work all d...