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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Guest Blog: Margay Justice: More Innocent Times

I long for more innocent times. The times of my childhood when Christmas was something more than a commercial to sell new products. When children actually knew what the holiday was all about and looked forward to spending it with their parents.

I long for the days when we would sit down and watch holiday movies as a family. When it felt like it wasn’t Christmas if we didn’t have a visit from Rudolph and Frosty, the Peanuts gang, or The Little Drummer Boy.

I long for the time when trimming the tree was a family affair and we eagerly awaited the event and fought over who got to put up which ornaments. When we would ooh and ahh over each ornament our mother uncovered and understand that each one had a special meaning.

I long for the days when handmade gifts were the most appreciated because we knew how much love our mother put into the making of each thing she put under the tree. When the gifts actually had meaning and weren’t just the latest thing that big toy or computer companies convinced us we had to have.

I long for the time when being together on Christmas was the greatest gift of all, even if we didn’t realize it at the time.

I long for the holidays of my youth when it was okay to believe in Santa, and to respect your parents and want to spend the day with them.

BIO:
Descended from the same bloodline that spawned the likes of James Russell, Amy and Robert Lowell, Margay Leah Justice was fated to be a writer herself from a young age. But even before she knew that there was a name for what she was doing, she knew one thing: She had a deep and unconditional love for the written word. A love that would challenge her in times of need, abandon her in times of distress, and rediscover her in times of hope. Through her writing, Margay has learned to cope with every curve ball life has thrown her, including the challenges of single parenting, the harsh realities of living in a shelter, coping with the diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, and the roller coaster ride of dealing with a child who suffers from bipolar disorder. But along the way she has rediscovered the amazing power of words.

Margay currently lives in Massachusetts with her two daughters, two cats, and a myriad of characters who vie for her attention and demand that their own stories be told.

BLURB:

For more than a hundred and fifty years, the gray wolf has failed to roam the hills of Massachusetts, leading to the belief that they are extinct. But with a spattering of sightings across the Berkshires, the legend of the gray wolf comes to fruition. The product of that legend, Micah Sloane will go to great lengths to protect his kind from the threat of outsiders, who seek to exploit the legend for their own interests. One thing he didn’t count on, however, was finding his soul mate in the company of such men.

From the first time she predicted a stranger’s imminent death when she was little more than a child, Shiloh Beck knew she was different. Wishing to cultivate her gift, her parents made the fateful decision to enroll her in a private school for paranormally gifted children. Unbeknownst to them, the school was just a front for a research facility simply called the Institute, whose secret board members weaned gifted children from their families to exploit their gifts. Shiloh has spent the better part of her life trying to escape the Institute and reunite with the family she was told had abandoned her.

From their first meeting, Micah and Shiloh share a connection that goes beyond the normal to bond them in a way that love alone cannot. But before they can build a life together, they must deal with the fall-out when the legend of the wolves collides with the men behind the Institute.

Links: 
http://margayleahjustice.blogspot.com
http://moonlightlacemayhem.blogspot.com
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http://www.facebook.com/MargayLeahJustice

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6 comments:

Marianne Stephens said...

We remember our childhood Christmas celebrations with fondness, and long to return to simpler times. Time marches on and family celebrations change; we have some control over this. But our growing up years will remain great memories and we'll continue to make different memories now.
We were more innocent then but our world has changed and we, too, change with it. Keeping some traditions help to reinforce our memories, and that's what we can do to retain and continue what we remember.
Merry Christmas.

jean hart stewart said...

I've always made sure my family has a Xmas to remember, in little ways of presents and big ways of love. I think my grandchildren will remember some of it, at least. Happy holidays to you and yours.

Margay said...

Marianne, that is so true! Very beautifully put.

Margay said...

Jean, I think I do that now more than ever!

Sandy said...

Margay, I wish for those simpler days, too. They were wonderful, and the children today miss the wonder of it all.

Thank you for a wonderful post down memory lane.

Margay said...

Thank you, Sandy. Yeah, I do, too.

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