Welcome, Roseanne Dowell

Love is a many splendor thing!

Everyone needs love. There are many different types of love. Love for parents, the first love we know. Love of siblings, uncles, aunts, and of course, love for our friends. Eventually love for the opposite sex.

I still remember my first love – I’m sure most of us do. I was in seventh grade. We met at school, where most of us meet our first loves. Of course, it didn’t last long. First loves seldom do.
Then there’s love at first sight. I remember thinking I was in love with a boy I wanted to meet. Funny thing about that, once I met him, I didn’t even like him.

Eventually, I meet my spouse. At first, I didn’t care for him. He was okay, but there wasn’t that initial spark, that physical attraction. But as I got to know him, we became friends and fell in love slowly. He wasn’t the type I was usually attracted to. I liked tall, dark and handsome. He was short, blond and okay in the looks department. I mean he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous. But, he was sweet, sensitive, and had a great sense of humor. As we grew to know each other better, love grew stronger and I knew this was the man I wanted to spend my life with. The man I wanted to father my children.

Which brings us to another kind of love. Love for our children. Can there be a stronger love than the love of a parent for their child(ren)? I remember when my first child was born. What a miracle. I couldn’t believe that beautiful child came out of me. A product of my husband’s and my love. I felt much the same way with each of my other children. They’re all grown now with children of their own, extensions of our love. And now, I’m expecting my first great grandchild. Another being to love.

My book, Time to Live Again, will be out March 11th with Red Rose Publishing. Here's a little teaser:

Fifty-eight year old, Rose Asbury knows people think she's a recluse, but she doesn't care. She just wants to be left alone. She doesn't need anyone, and no one needs her and that's just fine. At least she didn't until this year. For some reason this year is different. Suddenly she's melancholy and discontent with her life.

And the man next door doesn't help matters. Every time he sees her, he insists on speaking to her. To make matters worse her sister's ghost begins to harass her.

If you have time, please check out my website.