Hubba Hubba: Featuring October Author Spotlight LaRae Parry

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Hello and welcome to The Review Board. Today we’d like to bring you the October Author Spotlight, featuring LaRae Parry and interviewer Mr. Controversy.

Mr. Controversy

“Hubba Hubba Santa Claus” STILL makes me smile to this day! How did you come up with the concept?

Honestly, the entire concept is based how my mouth gets me into so much trouble. I speak before I think. Does that make sense? I mean, in reality one must think first – that’s been scientifically proven hasn’t it? Well . . . except for me. No one has scientifically proven me, so, I guess what I said is . . . Hmm. What were we talking about?

I bet if I saw you, I’d say, “Hubba-Hubba.” No kidding. That’s how my mouth works.

While writing your book, did you get a feeling that it would have given off an air of “Holiday Special” to you and/or your…

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THE OWL LADY PRESENT GUEST AUTHOR: The beautiful crazy lady, LaRae Parry

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 I was born the fourth daughter out of six, count ‘em six girls. I must say, with extreme delight that I was the black sheep of the family – the trouble maker – the one who got blamed for everything. That was what I was labeled, so I lived it to the best of my ability.

Even in all my humility and pride (isn’t that an oxymoron?) at being the greatest black sheep ever, I always protected the fifth daughter born. The one who was special. The one who caused my mother to go into a deep depression. The one who needed all the attention. She was the one who was born with a mental handicap.

She was different. She looked different and as she grew older, her speech was glaringly different.

Back in the days when she was born, the professionals said she should be institutionalized…

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Opportunities Abound

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Opportunities are all around. Look for them. Take advantage of them when you see one . . . even if you don’t look the part, and a little different than the others. BIG DEAL.

While the penguins were distracted, aloof, and, well, . . . loitering around, the seal seized the day.

Who do you think got the job?

Carpe’ Diem . . . I’m telling ya.

Be Mindful

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Ever get that sinking feeling that you forgot something or someone? I have. It’s awful. Panic. Panic. Panic.

When I was 5 years old, I got left at a restaurant. No kidding. Talk about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. When my parents unloaded the station wagon of what should have been SIX girls, they realized they were one short. I am the shortest sister out of all my sisters too . . . so, that’s doubly rude.

Anyway. Just be mindful. It saves a lot of heartache, panic attacks, and short daughters.


Christmas Without a Tree?

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(Excerpt from, This is Christmas

I tried to drag myself out of bed. I was too tired, too weak, and still ailing. I had no choice but to lie in bed and hope that a crane would mysteriously appear and hoist me out.

“It’s getting late.” Hubby stated the obvious. “Are you going to be able to get up today? To celebrate Christmas?”
“How can we celebrate Christmas? I haven’t done a thing to prepare for it. I didn’t go shopping, I’ve been too sick to worry about decorating our tree, or even having you put it up. We don’t have any treats, presents, no lights . . . nothing. We just can’t celebrate Christmas this year. I haven’t got the strength. I can’t do it. And, to make matters worse, I don’t care—I’m too sick to even care.”

“Don’t worry about anything. Lie there until the kids come over. They have something special for you.”
“Oh no. I didn’t buy them anything.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

It wasn’t too long until my son, Brad, came upstairs and my daughter and her family came over.
“Merry Christmas,” they said. Their faces shone as if the Northern Star itself was shining on them.
“I’m sorry, kids, but I’ve been too sick to do anything. I guess we’re not having Christmas this year.”
“Nonsense,” Brad and daughter Angie said.

“We’re just glad that you’re home. That’s Christmas enough for us.” Brad spoke for the entire family.
I couldn’t help it. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. I cried and cried. I cried because of what had happened to me. I cried because everything was changed. I cried because my house wasn’t decorated for Christmas. I cried because there wasn’t a tree for that large present to sit under. I cried for every ornament I did not hang.
My family surrounded me. Brian announced, “I’d like to begin this day with a prayer.”

We folded our arms and bowed our heads while we listened to Brian, my husband, my children’s father and grandfather utter a prayer of thanks and gratitude. The things he said made me open my eyes to see if the Savior Himself was standing there. He thanked Heavenly Father for the gift of the Savior that by Him and through Him we can be saved. He thanked Him for His graciousness in preserving my life, and that we knew my survival was a miracle granted by His almighty hand.

It was not my time. I knew it. The Lord had spared me from an untimely death. And yet, if I had died, it would have been a wrong death, for His Spirit told me there were still things for me to do. I had been given a second chance—many chances, really, for this was not my first brush with death. Because I had been snatched from the jaws of death, yet again, everything was still possible.

After decades of me dreading the busyness of the Christmas season, believing I must conform to the ideology that I had to have at least two Christmas trees, decorated to the hilt, garland draped everywhere, a ton of beautifully wrapped presents under the tree, lights everywhere, not to mention making sure my house smelled liked Christmas, I witnessed that no matter what I did or didn’t do, Christmas is a sacred day, even without a tree.

What is a blog?

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What in the world is a blog?

Big Lazy Old Guy.

No, no that’s just my own personal definition as I look at my reflection in the screen of my laptop as I write this.

You’ve heard of them, Blogs that is, you might even have one, still Blogs or maybe that other blog definition, but you have no idea what that really means. Well, let’s give it a shot, shall we?

You have two creatures out there called web sites and weB LOGS. See what I did there? Yes, I know you did.

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A site is one of those places that you go to and is somewhat static in nature with some background content updates. For the most part it’s a place where you will most likely see the same thing each time you visit. For you writers out there, ever notice when…

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