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Jenna's Future Missy Redstone

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Jenna thought she had everything under control, but it’s not long before she realizes it’s too much for her to handle. Not only does she have to deal with the tragedy of losing someone close, but the woman she loves played a role in it. Her career is also in jeopardy. Her life begins to unravel, chipping away at her relationship in the process.

Her future is questionable. While working through her grief, she distances herself from Kris. Amelia Davies returns, further complicating her life, but she’s not the only one who adds fuel to the fire. Two funerals, hospital bureaucracy, small town gossip, jealousy, turmoil within her family, and a new neighbor threaten everything she’s been working towards for the past three years. Will there be a wedding in her future…or will she spend her future reflecting back on what could have been?

Here’s a sneak peak….

Chapter One


Dr. Stevenson motioned for Jenna to join him in the hallway. She leaned down and kissed Kris on the forehead.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Detective Cavanaugh nodded his head at Jenna as she brushed past him. As soon as she was in the hallway, he entered the room and shut the door behind him. She didn’t like leaving Kris alone with him, but she didn’t have a choice. The look on Dr. Stevenson’s face solidified that sentiment.

“Dr. Harper, first I would like to say I’m happy to hear Kris is recovering nicely. From what I’ve heard, she is a lucky woman.”

“Thank you, Dr. Stevenson. She was lucky, and it looks like she’ll be going home soon.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. After all, she is in very capable hands.”

He looked down at the floor and scratched the back of his neck. Jenna waited for the other foot to drop. She knew there would be repercussions to her decision to perform Kris’s surgery. Different arguments to defend herself surfaced in her mind. She needed a guarded, but good explanation.

“I understand why you did it. Hell, I’m sure given the same circumstances, I would’ve done the same thing. Unfortunately, we have to open a disciplinary investigation into the situation and the events surrounding Kris’s surgery.”

“I understand. I’m not sorry, and I have no regrets.”

“Of course, but it’s strict procedure. Why don’t you take some time off? Spend it with Kris while she is recovering. I’ll let you know how we are going to proceed when I hear back from the committee.”

She wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t take the worry and fear out of the situation. Not knowing what Detective Cavanaugh was discussing with Kris didn’t help settle her nerves any either. She couldn’t hear any of their conversation through the door.

“Yes, I’ll take some time, but please do keep me informed about the proceedings. Kris and I technically aren’t family, and it was an emergency, and—”

He put his hand on Jenna’s shoulder. “Listen to me. I fought hard to get you this position, and I’m not ready to find your replacement. Let me handle this. Don’t worry. You just focus on Kris, and I’ll let you know if we need anything from you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Go take care of Kris.”

He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and then walked down the hallway. She knew it would more than likely blow over, but she was still on the defensive. There would be time to worry about that later. Now, she wanted to get back to Kris. As she put her hand on the door to push it, the detective opened it. He gave her a half smile and pushed past her without saying a word.

“Hey, hun, I’m back. What did Detective Cavanaugh want?”

“He just wanted to ask me a few questions and get my version of what happened.” Kris grabbed Jenna’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I know that look. There’s nothing to worry about. It was self-defense. Now, tell me, what did Dr. Stevenson want?”

“He said I should take some time off and take care of you.”

“Was he angry about you performing the surgery?”

“Well, he wasn’t thrilled about it. There will be an investigation by the hospital, but he told me not to worry.”

“But, yet, you look worried. I’m not convinced.”

Jenna kissed Kris’s forehead. “You know me. I worry about everything, but there’s nothing for you to worry about. You’re not family, and we weren’t engaged before the surgery. Besides, I was the most qualified surgeon available, but now someone else will take over your care.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?”

Jenna turned to find a woman standing in the doorway.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” Kris asked.

“Allie called me. She said someone shot you. What happened? Who shot you?”

“Take a deep breath and calm down. I’m fine.” Kris still held Jenna’s hand. “Mom, this is Jenna.”

Jenna stood and cleared her throat. “Mrs. Fletcher, it’s nice to finally meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Please, call me Evelyn or Eve.” She hugged Jenna. “You are even more beautiful in person. Roger and I have heard so much about you.”

“Thank you. Kris and I were planning to come down for a visit after Kim…” Jenna rubbed her forehead and took a step back. “Anyway, we’re happy you’re here now.”

Jenna felt uncomfortable. Kim was the one responsible for this woman almost losing her daughter. She kissed Kris on the cheek.

“I’m going to leave you two alone. I’m sure you have a lot of things to discuss.”

“You don’t have to go, hun.”

“I’ll be in my office. I have a few things I need to take care of. It was nice meeting you, Evelyn. I’ll see the two of you soon. I’ll be back in about an hour or so.”

Jenna left, shutting the door behind her. Hearing Kris recount the story of Kim and what happened wasn’t something she felt comfortable being around for.


Jenna entered her office and sank down into her chair. Her heart pounded and her eyes welled up. She leaned forward and ran her fingers over her temples. Everything had happened so fast, and for the first time she was alone with her thoughts and emotions. How could so much happen in only twenty-four hours?

Her own sister kidnapped her and shot three people. She almost killed Kris. She performed surgery on Kris not knowing for sure she could save her. Dr. Stevenson informed her of the disciplinary hearing, and she had proposed to Kris. She was now in the position of planning a wedding for herself and the funeral for her fiancee’s attacker. To top it off, she was meeting Kris’s mom for the first time. Great way to make a first impression.

She felt nauseous and couldn’t remember the last time she ate anything. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a granola bar. After one bite, she threw it down on her desk. Everything hit her like a ton of bricks all at once. She put her head down on her desk and closed her eyes. The stress had taken a toll on her physical and emotional wellbeing.


She shot back up and covered her hands with her face realizing what she needed to do next. She didn’t want to do it, but she had to. She pulled her cell phone out of her bag and dialed.


“Hi, Mom. Is Dad there?” Jenna knew they hadn’t heard the news yet.

“He’s in the basement. Is something wrong?”

“Can you get Dad? I need to tell you both something.”

“Jenna, what is it? Did something happen? Is Kim okay?”

“Get Dad, please.” Jenna’s voice crackled. Of course, she would assume something happened to Kim.


“Mom, listen to me. Get Dad now.”

Her mother shouted for her father without bothering to move the phone away. “Charlie, get up here now. Jenna is on the phone.” She heard him shout something back. “No, right now. Hurry up.”

Jenna looked around her office. She still hadn’t bothered hanging any pictures on the walls. Maybe she hadn’t bothered because she knew it was too good to be true. Despite Dr. Stevenson telling her not to worry, she felt uneasy about it. She would still do it again if she had to, but that didn’t make her worry any less about the outcome. The picture of her and Kim on the corner of the desk caused a lump to form in her throat. Just to the left of that picture, was a picture of her and Kris right after they had started dating. It was taken a few days after moving into the house before Kim had shown up. They were both so happy and oblivious to the evil storm that was brewing.

“Your father is here, and I put you on speakerphone. Now, tell us what’s going on.”

“Something bad happened. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but I don’t have a choice. Kim was…”

“Kim was what?” her father asked.

“Kim wasn’t the same Kim as before. The kidnapping changed her, made something inside her snap. She told me a few things about the people who took her. I don’t know how much of it was true, but I do know it was horrible enough to make her do things that the Kimmie we knew and loved would have never done.”

“Where is Kim now? You’re stalling. Tell us what happened. You’re scaring me and making me think the worst,” her mother said.

Jenna pulled the picture of her and Kim closer and studied it trying to see what she had missed. How could she have invited evil into her home and not know? Were there signs she overlooked?

“Dammit. What happened? Is Kim…is she…?”

“I’m sorry.” A lone tear ran down her cheek. “I’m so, so sorry. Yes…yes, she’s gone.”

The lump in her throat broke free and she choked on the sadness she had been holding back. Her shoulders slumped forward as she trembled and let her emotions take a hold of her. She could hear her parents sobbing through the phone. They sounded even more upset than they were after Kim’s kidnapping. At least then there was hope they might see her again. This news wasn’t the same. They were never going to see Kimmie again.

Her own sobs blended with those of her parents. She didn’t hold the tears back any longer. She cried along with them. She cried because she had lost Kim. She cried because she didn’t see what had happened to Kim and had failed to get her help. She cried because she almost lost Kris, and she cried because Kris was responsible for Kim’s death. She felt her own future was questionable.

Through the phone she heard a door slam. Her father had either retreated back down to the basement or he had left. Her mother didn’t bother to call after him. She wiped her eyes and waited for the barrage of questions and accusations to begin. It was no secret her parents didn’t like Kris, and this was not going to help smooth things over. Now was not the time to announce their engagement either.


“What happened? She’s really gone this time? Why?”

“She kidnapped me, and she shot three people. Kris almost died.”

Her mother sniffled and blew her nose. Jenna imagined her sitting there on the couch alone with a pile of tissues.

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t make sense. Why would she kidnap you?”

“I don’t know, but she did this morning. I don’t know if she was jealous of my life, but she was unstable. Those people who took her changed her. We thought she was the same gentle and loving Kim, but that was only what she wanted us to think.”

“If she had you, how did you get away?”

“She left me in a hotel room while she went back to my house. She pulled a gun on Kris. She shot our neighbor, Kris’s best friend, and Kris. I had to operate on Kris myself and now my career at the hospital is in jeopardy.”

“Kim is gone and you’re worried about your precious career? She was your sister, your twin. You sound like a selfish bitch right now. Do you even care that she’s gone, or are you happy now that she’s out of your life and you can move on?”

Jenna knew they wouldn’t take the news well, but she hadn’t anticipated her own mother attacking her. She opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t. Saying something she might regret later was more guilt she didn’t want to take on. She needed Kris right now to keep her calm like she always did. She picked up the picture of her and Kim and pulled her arm back over her shoulder prepared to throw it across the room, but she couldn’t. She placed it facedown on her desk and began pacing.

“How could you ask me that? I understand what you’re going through and that you’re hurt. You’re in shock, so I’ll try to forget you made that accusation.”

“If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re not getting one from me. Your father left, and I have no idea where he went. He probably went to the bar to start drinking again. He’s been sober for the past twenty-five years. She should have come home with us. She’d still be here. None of this would have ever happened.”

“You didn’t try to stop him? Look, Mom, I take some of the responsibility, but not all. Kim was not a bad person, but she wasn’t the same Kim we knew. She kidnapped me. Do you not care about that?”

“I don’t know what happened. All I know is that she is gone now. She was your responsibility since she was staying with you. She was too fragile and emotionally spent to realize what she was doing.”

Jenna ran her hand through her hair and bit her lip. She wanted to punch something, kick something, throw something. She was glad there was distance between the two of them right now because seeing the hurt on her mother’s face was more than she could take. Her mother wouldn’t try to hide the contempt she felt that it was Kim who was gone instead of her. Not that she wanted it to be Jenna, but that given the choice Jenna knew the answer.

“Not that you care, but I’m fine. You haven’t asked about Kris either. I almost lost her too, but she pulled through the surgery. Do you know what that was like? To hold her life in my hands? And by the way, the other two people Kim shot are going to be okay too.”

There was a click as her mother hung up on her. She knew she had pushed it too far, but she couldn’t control herself. She had always known where she stood with her parents, and this phone call with words that could never be taken back confirmed it.

Chapter Two


Jenna opened the door to their home with one hand while carrying Kris’s bags and supplies from the hospital in the other. It had taken a cleaning crew a few days to get it cleaned up. She also had someone install new hardwood floors in the living room. When Kris returned home, she didn’t want reminders of what happened the last time she was there. It wasn’t like Kris could ever forget it, but she didn’t need to see any remembrance of Kim. She sat the bags down on the floor inside the door and guided Kris to the couch.

“Come sit down. I don’t want you lifting a finger to do anything. Doctor’s orders.”

“I seem to remember telling you the same thing last year. I also remember you not listening to me.”

“True, but mine was just my knee.”

Kris sat down on the couch and Jenna watched her look around the room. She sensed what Kris was thinking. She clenched her jaw. How did she think Kris was going to react to returning home? Lucky for her, Jax distracted Kris by jumping on the couch and showering her with kisses.

“Easy boy,” Jenna said trying hard to hold him back from hurting Kris.

“Where should I put my bags?” Evelyn asked.

“I’ll take those,” Jenna said.

She grabbed the bags from Evelyn and started up the stairs.

“You’re not…she’s not going to stay…” Kris stammered.

“No, hun. I made up the other bedroom.”

At the top of the stairs, Jenna turned to see Evelyn join Kris on the couch. Another houseguest was not how Jenna had planned on spending her time off with Kris, but maybe it would be a good distraction. Kris’s father had returned home that morning. Anything was worth taking Kris’s mind off of Kim. She placed Evelyn’s bags down on the bed and left leaving the door open.

Walking past Kim’s door, she paused and thought more about attending Kim’s funeral. Her mother wanted her there to keep up family appearances, but she wasn’t sure about how she felt. Because she was unsure of her decision, she hadn’t mentioned it to Kris yet. Part of her wanted to go because Kim was her sister, but the other part of her didn’t want to go because of what she did to Kris. Conflict consumed her mind battling between mourning the old Kim and hating the new Kim. She had not brought up the discussion to Kris yet. Why bother until she made up her mind about what she wanted to do? With Evelyn around, she didn’t have that much time alone with Kris. Now that Kris was home, she would at least get her alone after going to bed.

“Jenna? Are you coming back down?” Kris asked.

“Yes, hun. I’ll be right there.”

Jenna dabbed her eyes with her shirt sleeve. She didn’t realize she had been crying.

Downstairs, she sat in the chair across from Evelyn and Kris. She purchased new furniture, but lacking imagination had arranged it in the same order. For some reason, it had only become clear to her now sitting in the same position Kim sat when she pulled the gun on Kris.

“I love what the two of you have done with this room,” Evelyn said.

“Well, Jenna did all this. We used to have a tan couch and a cream-colored chair where Jenna is sitting before…”

Evelyn put her hand over her mouth. “Is this…is this where you were…?”

Kris nodded and looked down at the floor in front of her. It was the spot where her blood had mixed with Kim’s. The same area Jenna had cleaned herself while crying and screaming, trying to make sense of what had happened. She could buy new furniture and floors, but nothing could cover the violence and shame that she wanted to hide.

Jenna wanted to comfort Kris, but it was Evelyn who put her arm around Kris and kissed her temple. She felt helpless. She purchased things to keep Kris from thinking back to that day, but she neglected to consider Kris’s reaction to being back home in that room.

Dammit, the bed. I forgot about our bed where Kim tricked her.

“Jenna, are you okay?” Kris asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. What do you want for dinner? If you miss the hospital food, I can always run over and bring some back for you.”

“Definitely not. What would you like, Mom?”

“What if I make dinner? I could make your favorite.”

“Really? Chicken parmesan with rotini noodles?”

“Of course, anything for my baby.”

“I’m not a baby any more, Mom.”

“You’ll always be my baby. Just give me directions to the store, and I’ll pick up the ingredients.”

“Make a list. Jenna can pick everything up.” Kris looked over at Jenna. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. I’ll go get a pen and paper.”

She walked to the front door and rummaged through her bag. Kris’s wrist band from the hospital laid on top. Her fingers brushed over the letters before pushing it to the side.

“Write down what you need, and I’ll do my best. I need to pick up a few things anyway.”

She placed her hands on Kris’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. Evelyn didn’t seem to mind them displaying their affection in front of her. Kris squeezed her right hand and kissed it.

Evelyn handed the paper and pen back to Jenna. “Are you sure you don’t mind, dear?”

“No problem, Mrs. Fletcher, I mean Evelyn. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She stepped around to the side and gave Kris a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I love you.”

“Love you too.”



She turned around to find Danni in line behind her at the store.

“Hi, Danni. Thank you for the flowers you sent Kris. She loved them.”

“You’re welcome. How is she? Allie said she was coming home today.”

“She’s doing really well. She’s at home now with Evelyn.”

“Evelyn? I assumed she left today with Roger.”

“No, she’s staying with us for a little while. I think Kris likes having her there. I don’t mind as long as she makes Kris happy.”

“She doesn’t have to go back to work?”

“She used to teach, but she took time off when Kris was born and never went back. Roger makes a pretty good income. He owns a few car dealerships.”

“Oh, well, how is Kris dealing with everything that happened? Has she talked about it?”

“I can’t get her alone. I thought we could talk once I got her home and her parents left, but now….” She shrugged her shoulders.

Danni put her hand on Jenna’s shoulder. “I’m sure the right time will come up. How are you? Since you haven’t had a chance to talk to Kris, have you talked to anyone about it?”

Jenna bit her tongue and clenched her jaw. She knew once she opened up, she would be a mess. She shook her head and tried to focus on the four people ahead of her in line.

“Jenna, you have to talk to someone. I’m always available. You can talk to me. I promise whatever you say will stay between us. Allie is Kris’s best friend, but I don’t want you to hold back because of that. Okay?”

“Thanks. I haven’t made any friends of my own since moving here, and I don’t feel like I can talk to Kris about everything I’m feeling. I’m not even sure myself what I’m feeling. I have mixed feelings about so many different things.”

Danni squeezed her shoulder. “You can’t keep this bottled up. There’s a lot of stress in your life right now. Your job, Kris, Kim, Kris’s mother. Talk to me or someone, anyone.”

“Thanks again, maybe I’ll give you a call later.”

She moved forward and placed her basket on the conveyer belt. She knew Danni was right. She felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t tell someone how she felt. Her mom was out of the question, and Kris was too close to the situation. She stared at the basket as the conveyer belt crawled towards the cashier. She didn’t realize she was next. She moved forward and smiled at the cashier, but the teenage girl looked down without returning the smile.

“Oh, congratulations on the engagement. I haven’t seen you since I heard the good news,” Danni said.

“Thank you. Kris and I haven’t had much chance to talk about it ourselves.”

“Had you been planning on proposing for a while?”

The cashier mumbled something under her breath and stared at her funny. It dawned on her that everyone in town must’ve heard about what happened by now. With Kim causing the scandal that rocked the small town, she knew the stares and whispers were something she’d have to get used to. It didn’t help that Kim was her identical twin.

“Of course, I had thought about it for a while. I came across the ring when I was shopping for earrings for Kris, but the proposal was spontaneous.”

“Do you want plastic bags or do you have your own?” the cashier asked.

Jenna handed her the canvas bags she had been holding. The cashier rolled her eyes and grabbed them from her like it was a huge inconvenience.

“So, the two of you haven’t set a date yet?” Danni asked.

“No. If I didn’t see the ring on her finger, I would start to doubt if it ever really happened.”

She was trying to joke even though deep down she meant it. The look on Danni’s face proved the attempt was an unsuccessful one. She ran her credit card through the machine and studied the buttons trying to avoid Danni’s concerned look. The cashier handed her the receipt without any small talk. She grabbed the handles of the bags balancing the weight in both hands.

“It was good seeing you, Danni. I just might give you a call some time. You might regret the offer.”

“No problem. I hope to hear from you soon. Tell Kris I said hello.”

“I will. Tell Allie the same for me. Bye.”

She turned on her heels gripping the bags in her hands. The weight of them digging the handles into her hands, but that didn’t bother her as much as the confusion and turmoil eating away inside of her.


“Dinner was delicious. Your mom is a great cook.” Jenna helped Kris get settled into bed and pulled the covers up around her.

“I miss her cooking. It’s nice having her here right now.” Kris kissed Jenna’s hand. “You don’t mind that she’s here, do you?”

“I just want you to be happy. If her being here makes you happy, then I’m happy. If she stresses you out, I’ll give her the boot.”

“Aww, you’d do that for me? You’re so sweet.” Kris laughed.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Mom has started planning the wedding. She’s made a list of who to invite. She’s told all her friends already. I can’t tell you how many people she made me talk to while you were at the store today.”

“So, you’ve discussed the wedding with her?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, we haven’t discussed anything about it since I proposed. I ran into Danni at the store today. She congratulated us and asked if we had made any plans yet. I told her no, but I guess the correct thing was that we hadn’t, but you and your mother have.”

“Jenna, what’s wrong? I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m sorry, we didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jenna sat back in the bed and put her hands over her face. She didn’t want to start an argument Kris’s first night back. Why did I say anything?

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that. I don’t want to cause you more stress. I don’t care if you and your mom discuss plans.”

“Seeing you upset is what causes me stress. I don’t want you trying to protect me. We’re partners in this and everything. If something affects you, it affects me too. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

She turned onto her side to face Kris. It hurt her to see the worry and panic on Kris’s face. Since they were having a serious discussion now, she felt she might as well tell her everything.

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Marriage Equality In All 50 States

For those who have a problem with yesterday’s decision by the supreme court to grant same-sex couples the opportunity to marry in all 50 states, I ask you to think about why you feel that way. If it is because of your religious beliefs of what marriage should be, look at your own. If you’re happy, then congratulations because a happy and successful marriage is hard work. If it’s because you think same-sex couples are committing a sin, can you honestly say you have not committed any sins yourself? I don’t think my marriage is a sin in the first place, but some do.

To me, yesterday’s historical vote granted rights to same-sex couples in every state of the United States. These were not special rights for a select group of people, these were equal rights that had been denied. Rights that straight married couples never had to worry about; over 1138 rights, benefits, protections, and responsibilities for same-sex couples and their children.

Three years ago, my wife and I traveled to NH to get married. We had been a couple for 16 years prior to that. We got married the day President Obama announced his support for same-sex marriage, the day after NC passed the Gay Marriage Ban. We had to move from NC to keep our marriage intact or else it basically dissolved once we crossed into NJ and headed south. Now, same-sex couples can get married in any state without having to travel to do it. We decided to move to NH, the state of “Live Free or Die,” because that’s what we wanted, to live free.

It’s not about being liberal versus conservative either. I don’t share the same views as some liberals on gun control, and not all conservatives are homophobic.

Did you wake up today with your life being affected in any way by this decision that was different from when you woke up yesterday? No, because this isn’t about you if you haven’t been denied the right to marry. For those of us it did affect, we awakened to the first day in history we have equal rights that aren’t dependent on who we love or based on our location. We now no longer have to choose where to live based on which states are governed by homophobia. Look at the word “homophobia.” Phobia means fear. What are you afraid of? Who we love has no impact on your life, just as who you chose to marry has not impact on ours. In college, I signed up for the Bone Marrow Registry. Ten years later, I was a match to someone. No one asked me about my sexual orientation, because it didn’t matter. When it comes down to it, It Does Not Matter. I donated, and thankfully it was successful. I’ve seen people change after learning about my wife and I. It didn’t make them gay, rather it made them more accepting and willing to let go of their misconceptions of same-sex couples. I hope we can change a few more minds.



Bird Suet From Scratch

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Bird Suet Cage

Missy and I love watching the birds that fill our backyard. One thing we didn’t like was paying the hefty price tag of the bird suet cakes, especially for the squirrel-proof suet cakes. We use a recipe that is much more affordable and easy to make. We wanted to share it. Sit back and watch the birds enjoy!

1 cup of crunchy peanut butter
1 cup of lard
2 cups of quick cook oats
2 cups of corn meal
1 cup of flour
1/3 cup of sugar
2 tablespoons of ground cayenne red pepper

Medium-sized microwave safe bowl
2 measuring cups (1 for the dry ingredients and a separate 1 for the wet ingredients)
2 tablespoons
2 containers to store your suet (we use ziplock containers)
Suet cage to hang outside

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Peanut Butter And Lard

Melt the peanut butter and lard in the microwave in a microwave safe bowl for 1 minute. Add the remaining ingredients and allow to cool before shaping them and dividing them into your containers.

As a side note you can also use plain bread crumbs, left over bread, etc., just leave off the quick oats and you are all set.

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Suet Container

We usually feed the birds twice a day and place the suet in the suet cage. We like to put out a little twice a day to make sure they finish it before the evening since we don’t want to encourage any bears. The hot cayenne red pepper has helped keep the majority of the pesky squirrels off of the suet to allow the birds to enjoy their feast. The squirrels still manage to eat the seed from the bird feeder, but that is a whole other issue!




Snowmageddon 2015

The Calm Before The Storm

The Calm Before The Storm

Snowmageddon 2015 has come and gone…or has it? At our house, it came and never left. We received almost 31 inches during that storm, an additional 2 feet the next week, a few more inches here and there, and we are preparing for another 2 feet over the next 36 hours. Really Mother Nature? Can you give New England a break? Southern New Hampshire, where we live, has really been hit hard these past few weeks. How is it that the snow plows always know when we have just finished shoveling? The snow plow wall at the end of our driveway was above our waists for the major blizzard we had that started all this.

Waist Deep Snow

Waist-Deep Snow

Since then, the snow banks have taken over our yard and are over 6-7 feet in some places already…so where are we going to put an additional 2 feet? A lot of it is fine powder, so it blows right back at your face and into the driveway and sidewalk or tumbles down the walls of the snow banks like an avalanche. I know, I know, blow the snow in the direction the wind is blowing, not against it. Problem is that puts me blowing in the direction of a tiny strip of land that sits between our driveway and our neighbor’s driveway.  Lesson learned – for the next house figure out which direction the wind blows and never, ever buy a house on the side that has a sidewalk if you can help it!  Or….just move south!

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Sexual Orientation Labels

Forget Labels

Forget Labels

Labels don’t define who you are. Males and females are not labels, they are people. Lesbian, gay, straight, bisexual, transgender, etc., are all labels placed upon us by those trying to define who we are. It makes some people comfortable to classify others into nice, neat little packages, aka stereotypes.

We label things in our day-to-day life to organize and keep things separate. Is that what we want? Do we want to be classified and separated from each other by labels? Those of us within these “labels” are guilty of it also. How many times have you heard from someone who is gay or straight that there is no such thing as being a bisexual? Why do we continue to perpetuate these labels amongst ourselves? Sure, you may not understand one label versus the others, but that only means whatever that label means to you is not something you want for yourself.

I’ve heard from some people that they are confused. They feel forced to choose a label to describe who they are. They look for things that they do and try and see how those things fit into the stereotypical categories, thinking whichever category has the most things in common with them is where they belong.

It’s not about what you do, how you act, or what you wear; it’s about who you want to do those things with, who you want to live with, who you want to be with and love. Look to others for advice, not for a definition of who you are. No one can tell you who you should love, that’s up to you. Maybe, for you that depends on the person, for others it depends on the gender.

The point is, you have to decide who you are and not worry about labels. Worrying about labels and what they mean is a distraction from becoming who you want to be. Bullies and some adults use labels as a tactic to demoralize those who are different from them. They react to that difference as fear. People fear the unknown and unfamiliar. That’s why it is so important for you and everyone else to be who they are and embrace it so it becomes more familiar. You can’t change everyone’s mind, but you just might make a difference in the life of someone who is standing in the same self-doubt and confusion you have experienced before.

Our Wedding Rings

Our Wedding Rings

Time’s are changing and we are all constantly evolving, exploring, learning new things. When I met my wife there was no such thing as same-sex marriage. It took us years of watching friends and relatives get married and have automatic rights and recognition granted to them from one simple piece of paper, until finally we were able to move to NH and get married. Now we have two anniversaries sixteen years apart, sixteen years of society and the government denying our love for each other because of our gender. How screwed up is that, to deny basic freedom and rights to us because we were two women in love?

Be who you are, screw labels, and let everyone else deal with it. Go live your life!

Missy Redstone


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Cynthia is surprised when a very young Mrs. Claus (aka Tricia) shows up at her door unannounced with her bag of tricks. Tricia is determined to make this one Christmas Eve Cynthia will never forget. What happens when Tricia tries her best to entice the Cougar to play?

Cynthia picked up her ringing cellphone from the table. She knew it was her girlfriends begging her to join them for a fun night out on the town, but she wasn’t ready to let go of the past just yet. “Hello?”

“Cynthia, is that you?”

“Yes, Linda, it’s me. I can hardly hear you. Speak up. Are you drunk? Where are you?”

“Sorry, the music is loud. Are you coming out tonight to join us?”

“No, I really don’t feel like it. I’m not really in the partying mood.”

“We really want you to come out with us and have some fun. It’s been way too long since you let loose and hung out with us.”

“Nah, I’m good. You ladies have fun.”

“Are you sure? There are some hot young naughty girls that would love to dance and party with you.”

“Yeah right, I’m sure they are all lined up to meet me.”

“Well, suit yourself. Merry Christmas, Cynthia. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Merry Christmas to you too. Say hi to the ladies for me.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Bye, bye.”

Cynthia was stuck in the past and not ready to date or begin another relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, Sue, broke her heart when she decided to cheat on her with a younger woman in her early twenties, and it devastated Cynthia. They had been together six years. She knew she needed to get out and get on with her life, but she was so fearful of rejection and getting hurt again. She decided the best way to handle things was just to avoid all social situations and work on herself and focus on the positive, at least that was what her therapist told her.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Linda. “Donna just hooked up with a young hottie. We are definitely the cougars in here!

Cynthia responded, “Ha, ha.” She sighed and threw the phone down on the couch. She got up and slipped into a tank top and cut-off shorts and grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator on her way back to the living room. This was her comfort zone, and she was fine staying right here. She was going to keep her mind focused on staying strong on the outside even if she was a thirty-nine-year-old mess on the inside.

She placed her weightlifting DVD in the player and hit the play button, but was interrupted by the door bell. “Damn it, Linda. Is that you? I told you I’m not going out tonight.” Cynthia jerked the door wide open and her pissed off flushed face turned into a wide-eyed puzzled stare. “Who the hell are you?”

Cynthia was faced with the most gorgeous, sexy, brunette woman she had ever seen. She bit her lip and blushed at the site of beautiful full red lips, ocean-blue eyes, and long flowing locks of warm brunette bliss. Her eyes drifted down to the voluptuous cleavage encased in a red push-up bra. She realized the woman was wearing a sexy one-piece red satin coat trimmed in white fur that looked like a Mrs. Claus outfit.

“Wow, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” the stranger said. The sexy woman looked to be in her late teens to early twenties at most, young enough to get carded at any bar.


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Through a chance encounter, Catie runs into Denise, the older woman who took care of her twenty years ago. Denise was her first crush, the one Catie never got over. Could this be Catie’s opportunity to learn a thing or two from the cougar? It all unfolds in the garage where the two women give in to their undeniable attraction in this steamy, hot lesbian erotica.

Catie pulled into her mother’s driveway, and cursed when she saw an unfamiliar blue sedan parked beside her mother’s car. She had rearranged her day to help her mother organize her garage, so why in the hell did her mother invite company over to slow things down? Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip as she shook her head. Her face flushed and she pounded the steering wheel. How could her mother invite someone over when she had taken time out to do her a favor? Catie took a few deep breaths in and out to calm herself down before heading inside. She was already here, so she at least owed her mother that much. She slammed her car door and armed her car. She hoped that the obnoxious noise of her car horn would embarrass her mother and end the conversation with her visitor.

Catie reached the bottom step when her mother threw open the front door. “Catie, you’re here early. What a nice surprise.” She put her arm around Catie giving her a hug. Her cheek felt the warmth of Catie’s temper tantrum. She put the back of her hand up to Catie’s forehead. “Do you feel okay? You feel warm, baby.”

Catie’s head was going to explode. She took another deep breath. “I’m okay. I told you I was coming by around eleven to eleven thirty this morning to help you out.” She glared at her mother with one eyebrow raised and chewed her lip wanting to know who the visitor was.

“Oh, you’re right. I must’ve lost track of time. Well I’m glad you’re here now.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Who’s car is…?” Before she had a chance to finish her thoughts, out came a gorgeous woman with electrifying blonde hair and deep dark brown eyes. Her long flowing hair was pulled back into ponytail. She looked to be somewhere between her and her mother’s age, possibly pushing 40. She was beautiful and sexy, but she looked familiar. Catie’s thoughts turned from fantasy to confused as she pondered who the woman was and what she was doing here. What the hell are you doing with my mother? I can find so many ways to keep you entertained.

Catie’s pulse raced at the sight of the vixen with full sexy lips begging to be kissed and sucked. She couldn’t help but let her eyes drift down to the tight-fitting cranberry sweater that did little to hide the voluptuous curves beneath it. Catie’s gaze lowered further taking in her curvaceous hips hugged by a seductive black leather skirt. Catie was captivated by her beauty whoever she was. She pictured undressing the stranger and having her way with her. The air was cool, but she was burning up with desire.

“Catie, honey. You remember Denise, don’t you?” her mother asked.

At the sound of her name, Catie’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Perspiration trickled down the small of her back. Flashbacks of her sexy babysitter, her first crush, when she was eight years old overtook her consciousness. Denise reinforced for Catie that she would never like boys. She also remembered Denise’s girlfriend and the things she watched them do to each other when they thought she had went to bed. Damn, Denise was even hotter than she remembered and sexier than she could have ever imagined. She aged well…very, very well. This wasn’t really the ideal place for the type of reunion Catie wanted.



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In Book Two of the Green With Desire series, the escalation of sexual tension in Book One comes to a peak as you meet your crush for the first time. Your secret admirer arrives at your place ready and eager to finally make her fantasies become a reality. The night unfolds into a display of pure raw passion and lust as the two of you discover how to satisfy each other in ways you never knew possible. The chemistry is instant and the attraction is intense in this hot lesbian short story where you are the center of attention.

Can you handle it? Will this be a one-night stand or something more?

I still can’t believe this is happening. We are going to meet. You have no idea how nervous I am. There has been so much anticipation and build up. The chemistry I felt between us when you came up behind me today was electrifying. Feeling your breath against my neck made it hard for me to concentrate on my on breathing. Who has to remind themselves to breathe? The way my body responded to you being close was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I couldn’t get any work done today. I was too busy thinking about tonight.

I knocked on your door at seven sharp. I didn’t want to arrive too early and I didn’t want to be late either, so I went for punctual. Standing outside your door, I second-guessed my outfit. After going through everything in my closet and trying everything on several times, I settled on a black miniskirt that fit me perfectly and a black loose fitting crop top with spaghetti straps. It’s what I like to call classy with a hint of sexiness. I knocked on your door and cursed as the strap on my arm slipped down for the hundredth time.

I stood back and was busy pulling the strap back up onto my shoulder when I heard the door open. You must have been waiting for me because I literally only had time to count to three before I looked up to see you standing in the doorway. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Your eyes followed my hand as I nudged the stubborn spaghetti strap back in place on my shoulder. I watched as your eyes followed the natural curve of my collarbone and across my chest. Your gaze lingered on my breasts before dipping to the thin strip of my exposed abdomen between the top of my skirt and the bottom of my top. I shifted as your eyes lowered further to take in my miniskirt. I won’t lie, I flexed the muscles in my legs as I changed my position just to give you something else to stare at.

“Hi, I’m Kylie,” I say. I can’t believe I managed to string a few words together without my voice crackling.

Your gaze snaps back up to my face, and I see that trademark smile of yours. “Kylie? That’s much better than the nickname I had given you. Come in, Kylie.”

I cross the threshold hoping to leave my nerves outside, but no such luck. “Nickname, huh? What’s my nickname?”

You close the door and lean back against it with your hands behind your back. “Hmm. I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Okay. You don’t have to tell me now, but I’ll get it out of you sooner or later.” My heart pounds seeing you standing before me with your shoulders supporting yourself against the door. Is that an invitation, I wonder. You are wearing jeans and a white button up blouse just like you were in the dream I told you about. The sleeves are loosely rolled back midway up your forearms. “So, will you at least tell me your name?”

Propelling yourself away from the door you open your mouth to say something, but you tighten your lips instead and shake your head. “Tell you what, would you like me to tell you the nickname I gave you or would you rather me tell you my name?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. I’d rather know your name. I want to know everything about you. Like I said before, I’ll find out the nickname one way or the other.”

“Really? You sound pretty confident about that.”

“I know you’ll tell me. In fact, I’m willing to bet you will tell me before this night is over.”

You squint your eyes at me and tilt your head to the side like you’re contemplating something. You begin slowly walking towards me like a cat about to pounce on its prey. I hold my breath not knowing what is going to happen next. Disappointment washes over me as you walk past me brushing against my shoulder. I expected more contact. I needed more contact. Just as I was about to turn to follow you, you turned back towards me and whispered your name in my ear and walked off.

I followed behind you taking in the sight of your ass in those jeans. My mind flashed through all the times I had seen you before, but I couldn’t remember seeing them before. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing that shirt before either. “Did you buy that outfit for me?”

You push your sleeves up further as you lean over to stir something in a pot on the stove ignoring my question. I came up behind you to see what you were cooking. It smelled delicious and threatened to make my stomach growl. I placed my hands on your hips and peeked over your shoulder. My cheek brushed against your ear. “Mmm, looks delicious.” I purred in your ear. I felt you take in a deep breath and push against me slightly.

“I hope you like spaghetti.”

“I love to eat anything Italian. Are you Italian?”

You turn around to face me and I leave my hands resting loosely on your hips. “Did you really just say that?” You lowered your head and laughed.



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Ever met someone that you felt an instant attraction to without saying a word? Imagine you catch the attention of a mysterious woman who finds you incredibly sexy and alluring, and she reaches out to you. You are the star of her fantasy and steamy crush.

This hot lesbian short story is about the letters she writes to you. Her confessions, her dreams, and fantasies. Are you curious about what role you play in her desires?

I have never done anything like this before. This is all new to me. First, let me say I’m not crazy and I’m not a stalker. I know beauty when I see it and something about the vibe you put off draws me to you. We see each other several times a week, but we have never spoken. I have admired you from afar, but I know very little about you. Hell, you may have a boyfriend…or a girlfriend…or you may be married. Maybe I am a little crazy because the thought of you with someone else breaks my heart.

We keep crossing paths like fate is pushing us together, holding its breath while we dance around each other not knowing the other one exists. It’s amazing what you see when you stop and look around you. You might find repeating patterns, random things that aren’t that random; people that you have never met, yet keep seeing.

I love your hair and your smile. God, those lips and the way you bite down on your bottom lip while you are in deep thought. I imagine you are doing it now as you read this. Your smile and your laughter are contagious. I don’t think you are aware of the impact you have on everyone around you. I have caught others appreciating you, but you are always oblivious to it. I have seen how kind you are to others and how you don’t like a lot of attention. You are modest, but you are beautiful and sexy without even trying.

I have noticed you for a while, but more and more I have found myself looking for you where our paths crossed. Then, one day we bumped into each other on accident. You had no idea who you had bumped into surrounded by several people, but still you apologized to no one in particular. That was the first time I heard your sweet voice.

I hope you are not freaking out reading this right now. I have only seen you in public places, never in your own personal space. I don’t know anything about your personal life, which I find alluring. You are a mystery to me. I don’t even know if you are single or if you are madly in love with someone. If the latter is true, I wish you both all the happiness in the world. Forget you ever read this and never give me a second thought. But if…if you are available and you are intrigued by who your secret admirer is, I am more than willing to expose myself to you. Okay, I didn’t mean it like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.

If you are still reading, know that I’m smiling right now knowing that there is a chance we might meet and get to know more about each other. If you want me to continue writing you, wear green this week, even a simple green scarf is fine. You have to wear something green every day to make sure the day our paths cross, I will have a chance to see it. If you are not interested in continuing the suspense, you are free to wear any color but green.

The ball is in your court now. You have all the power. You have always had the power.

I can’t believe you wore green! The first day my heart skipped a beat when I saw you wearing green, but my brain kicked in. What if you never read what I wrote and you wore green as a coincidence? What if you didn’t finish reading to the end and had no idea what effect seeing you in green would have on me?

But then a few days later when I caught a glimpse of green in my periphery, I knew there was nothing coincidental about it. I never would have listed green near the top of my list of favorite colors, but you may have changed my mind. You were so creative too.

Any doubt I had was quickly erased watching as you scanned everyone around you trying to figure out who I was. I got a thrill out of it, that is until your gaze singled me out. I tried to remain calm even though every muscle in my body tensed and the heat rising in my face threatened to give me away. The moment passed and you turned to train your eyes on some other unsuspecting stranger.

I could have reached out and ended the whole mystery then and there. In fact, my hand almost betrayed me as I found myself reaching to tap you on the shoulder as you turned away from me. Instead, I turned my back and increased the distance between us. That is the closest we have been since bumping into each other. Even as I struggled to keep myself from glancing back over my shoulder to see you again, I continued to wonder if I should approach you. I played out the scenario in my head…what your reaction would be…where would this happenstance would lead us…but in the end I couldn’t.

I’m not shy. I have no problem approaching someone I’m  interested in, but you are different. I can’t explain it. I can’t put my finger on it or label it, but you have captivated my attention. I know your warning bells are probably going off in your head like a loud alarm making it hard for you to process what I’m saying, but I promise it’s not like that. I’m not like that.

Hell, I should be blaming you. Did you cast some kind of spell on me to draw me to you out of all the people I see and interact with every day? See what you have done to me? I’m babbling about things that don’t make sense. Anyway, I like the suspense and mystery thing we have going. It keeps things interesting, but if you want to end this, whatever this is, you can. Like I said earlier, you have the power. You can end this forever or you can tell me to reveal myself. If you want me to leave you alone, wear a bright yellow shirt, which I’m sure you can get away with since you look good in everything. You have my word if I ever see you in a bright  yellow top, you will never hear from me again. If you decide you want to end the mystery and meet, then wear green again with a blue bracelet, any type of bracelet…the bigger the better so there is no mistaking that you are ready to meet.



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