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About the Author
Barbara S Stewart (7/13/1959) - Is a yankeebilly. She was born in Havre de Grace, MD, she was raised in the south and you’ll find southern traditions in the stories of her books.
Residing in Middleburg, FL with her husband, Gene, Barbara has worked in the electronics industry, and most recently in healthcare. She volunteers for causes near and dear to her heart. In 2009, she was awarded the American Cancer Society’s HOPE award for volunteerism.
She writes love stories. The ideas for her stories evolve from music – a song she hears that ‘paints a picture.’ She refers to her writing as ‘the sound-track of her life.’ Sprinkled through her stories are humor and sadness based on experiences shared with family and friends. If you know her you may read something and think, ‘is that me?’ You never know...
She loves books by Adriana Trigiani and Nora Roberts, and loves exploring newly, self-published authors like her.
The next book in her collection - The Face in the Mirror that she hopes to released in early 2014.
Barbara loves to hear from readers, and you can find her at:
Website: http://barbarastewartwrites.com
Email: [email protected]
https://www.Facebook.com/pages/Barbara-Stewart- Author/352239824808537
The Face In The Mirror
A tease of things to come - Spring 2014
“God Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
June 14, 2012
I sat in a pew in the front row of the chapel saying my prayers, dreading the encounters I knew were about to take place. I was alone; the funeral director gave me this time alone with her before the others began to arrive. I needed the time alone with her. It would be the last time…
I sat there in the quiet and looked at the casket – a spray of lavender roses lay atop the end that was closed, and the room was full of flowers. It was a sickening smell - all those floral scents mixed together were about to make me gag. There was low light in the room to cast a soft glow – I know they do that to make it peaceful, but it didn’t bring me any kind of peace. I was a mess and I just wanted to scream, ‘Will someone please turn the friggin’ lights on!’
I had not yet been to the casket. I didn’t have the courage, or the energy to go there – the past four days were a blur and I just felt too numb to move.
Where is Midgey? I need her so I can get this over with.
I probably had another ten minutes of solitude before they began arriving.
Breath Renee, inhale, exhale you know how to do it…
I turned as I heard people begin to enter, knowing I could no longer stop the inevitable. Here goes, and as I had the thought I heard one of my mom’s favorite things in my head. She loved the Beatles, and as I saw the girls I worked with approaching, I heard, “I get by with a little help from my friends…”
I really just wanted to go home, crawl in my bed and pull the covers over my head and sleep – for days. I knew they meant well, they were there for me, so I put a smile on my face to greet and thank them for coming.
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