Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Thankful Author 2019- Charlotte O'Shay

Happy Thanksgiving Angela and thank you for the opportunity to visit today. 

I’m so deeply grateful for all of the goodness in my life it’s hard to know what aspect to concentrate on today. It’s a happy problem to have. As I read the essays of other authors here as they so beautifully state their own reasons to be thankful, I decided to challenge myself with a thankfulness list. Each day I’ll write about one reason whether significant or small, mundane or silly I have to be thankful. No doubt I’ll have enough reasons to make another 365 day journey around the sun. (Don’t worry Angela, I won’t clog up your blog with my musings but I will start here with my number one reason to be thankful.) 

I am thankful I can read. 

I remember those first moments learning to read and feeling a universe had opened up for my enjoyment. I practiced reading aloud (my poor parents) for the pure joy of hearing the way words went together. I still hear my seven year old sister reading a joke book given to her for her birthday and realizing our dinner table laughter was the direct result of reading that book (although she had a good timing and delivery even then). 

Once I started reading I couldn’t stop. So many books! I would read library books long into the night, leaving the night light on till the wee hours much to the annoyance of my younger (the same joke telling) sister with whom I shared a bed and a bedroom. I remember reading Little Women, fully immersed in all of the complicated emotions of family life, living in my mind in a past time and a place I could never visit but whose images had been preserved with words. It was a powerful realization turning me into a history and word nerd in one fell swoop. 

Reading the vivid prose of New York City tabloids enthralled me way too young, sparking my initial college major —journalism. 

I learned to read analytically in law school and that hard won ability has served me well in life though I no longer practice law. 

Reading to my daughters gave me incomparable joy. 

Reading has transported me from pain and taught me patience as I recuperated in the hospital, waited parked in the car pool line, and fidgeted in waiting rooms too numerous to count. 

I can’t imagine not being able to read. 

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Samantha DeMartino’s Christmas wedding is two weeks away when her fiancé calls the whole thing off. Word on the street: his cold feet are being warmed by an old flame.
With her well-ordered world in complete disarray, Sam’s friends convince her to go on her honeymoon—alone. A week away from the city and her demanding corporate career at a charming Vermont inn, could be just what she needs to figure out next steps.
Between his twenty-four seven work schedule on his family’s farm and teaching tourists to ski, Jed Armstrong’s too busy to think about how lonely he is...until Sam sings her way into his life during a Christmas blizzard. Now he has to figure out a way to convince her to stay.
Can a vivacious city girl find forever with a reclusive farmer?
Will her secret keep her from trying?
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  1. What a beautiful post, Charlotte! :) Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. I enjoyed your Post. What a simple thing...reading, but it brings us so much joy. Thank you for reminding me.