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SPOTLIGHT: D. G. Kaye ~ Live. Laugh. Love. And Don’t Forget to Breathe.

29 May

“Friends are like bras: close to your heart and there for support.”

~Donna Roberts

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It is my pleasure to introduce today a woman who I greatly admire for her strength, positive attitude, and writing talent: Debby Gies (D. G. Kaye). She is also a very supportive friend. An author of nonfiction memoir she writes about life, matters of the heart and women’s issues. Debby inspires others by sharing stories about events she has encountered and lessons that come along with them.

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Growing up as an emotionally neglected child, she struggled, tormented with guilt, with whether or not she should remain obligated to being a faithful daughter, feeling in debt to her narcissistic mother for giving birth to her. Her first book, Conflicted Hearts is a memoir, written about her journey to seek solace from living with guilt.

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In keeping up with sharing her experiences in life, Debby thought about her turbulent voyage through menopause. No, it wasn’t fun. But in retrospect, she had to laugh when comparing symptoms with friends over some of the craziness of the side effects, so she decided to write Meno-What? A Memoir. The book is a short, humorous accounting of her passage through the hormonal injustice. In that book, she shared some of the many symptoms she encountered, hoping to shed some light and humor on what women may expect or experience at that unpredictable time. She also offers up some helpful hints she found useful for relief.

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Have Bags, Will Travel  is a travel memoir of tales and reminiscings from some of Debby’s more memorable trips, which all factor in the same ongoing issues for her – too much luggage! 😀

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Debby’s newest book, P.S. I Forgive You is Book II to Conflicted Hearts, a journey of seeking forgiveness for her narcissistic mother. As her death was approaching, she was forced by conflicting thoughts to reconcile her feelings about her mother and find a way to make peace within herself for her decision to remain estranged, yet find forgiveness for her to send her off with compassion.

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Words We Carry   focuses around women’s self-esteem issues. She talks about how and why we develop a low sense of self by using her own life experiences as examples. She shares stories about how she recognized her own shortcomings, and overcame her insecurities, hoping to empower others.

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D. G. Kaye’s writing is raw and honest. She hopes that through her writing others would relate and find that there is always a choice to move from a negative space, and look for the positive.

In her words . . .

Hi, I’m Debby Gies. I’m a Canadian author, and I write my books under the pen name of D.G. Kaye.

I love to laugh, and self-medicate with a daily dose of humor. When I’m not writing intimate memoirs, you’ll find me writing with humor in some of my other works and blog posts.

When I was a child, I was very observant about my surroundings. Growing up in a tumultuous family life; otherwise known as a broken home, kept me on guard about the on-and-off-going status of my parents’ relationship. I often wrote notes, and journaled about the dysfunction that I grew up in. By age seven I was certain I was going to grow up to be a reporter.

Well life has a funny way of taking detours. Instead, I moved away from home at eighteen with a few meager belongings and a curiosity for life. I finished university and changed careers a few times always striving to work my way up to managerial positions. My drive to succeed at anything I put my mind to led me to having a very colorful and eventful life.

Ever the optimist, that is me. I’ve conquered quite a few battles in life; health and otherwise, and my refusal to accept the word ‘No’, or to use the words ‘I can’t’, keeps me on a positive path in life.

I love to tell stories that have lessons in them, and hope to empower others by sharing my own experiences.

D.G. Kaye (Debby Gies) writes to inspire others. Her writing encompasses stories taken from events she encountered in her own life, and the lessons she learned from them. Her sunny outlook on life developed from learning to overcome some of the many obstacles that challenged her.

Check out Debby’s Blog:

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Connect with her on social media:

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Is there a narcissist in your life? How does that person affect your life? 

Are you going through menopause? Is someone close to you going through menopause? How are you or they dealing with the symptoms?

Do you enjoy traveling? What’s the funniest, scariest, or most shocking experience you’ve had while traveling?

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I hope you enjoyed today’s ‘Spotlight’. Give Debby some love in the comments below.

 

 

Haiku Friday – Gem & Flame

12 Feb

Happy Haiku Friday! Today’s prompt words were provided by RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge and they are Gem and Flame. Gem + Flame = Women 😉

Ronovan hosts this challenge every Monday and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is a writer and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Anyone can participate in this challenge. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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Girl-Power!

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

All women are gems

Worthy, spirited and strong

Believe in your spark

If you want my love

You need only whisper it

For you are a gem

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Enjoy the weekend!

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Honoring Veterans’ Day

11 Nov

Honoring Veterans' Day

I would like to thank all the men and women in the armed forces past and present. I believe there’s a special place in Heaven for all those who sacrificed themselves to make better the lives of others. I would like to also give gratitude to the soldiers’ families. I have featured this poem before, but it seemed suitable for today. Enjoy.

Veterans' Day

Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and dented it?
I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.

And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you’d say, “I told you so.” But you didn’t.

Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you’d leave, but you didn’t.

Do you recall the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug?
I thought you’d hit me, but you didn’t.

And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you’d drop me, but you didn’t.

Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.

There are lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from Iraq.

But you didn’t.

~Anonymous

Operation thank you

Thank you to all our veterans and their families for your service, dedication, courage and sacrifice!

Please check out this poem written by an American soldier.

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Q & A With Non-fiction Writer Jasveena Prabhagaran

9 Sep
Q & A With Nonfiction Writer Jasveena Prabhagaran

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A very very warm and affectionate welcome to all visiting my blog. Thank you for stopping by. I am so delighted to introduce the caring and passionate writer Jasveena Prabhagaran. She has a blog called Thoughts And Views That Matter where she discusses relevant issues about women, politics and other important affairs. Her posts are quite interesting, and she writes with fervor. I recommend you visit her site and see for yourself.  I do a little victory dance (in my head) whenever I meet someone truly worth knowing.  Jasveena is certainly one of those people, and I feel honored she has accepted to be interviewed by me today.

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Jasveena, looking lovely in red.

In her words…

Hey guys!!! It is a wonderful opportunity to be featured on Vashti Quiroz-Vega’s Blog, our very own author friend, and the creator of Robbie the adorable main character from her novel The Basement. Thank you very much Vashti for considering me to be your interviewee, for coming up with a personalised interview questionnaire, and thank you viewers for reading about me.
Let me introduce myself to all of you since some of you may not know me. I’m Jasveena from Malaysia. I have recently graduated from an engineering school and currently looking for a job. I love to blog and write about human rights, women’s issues and just about anything that crosses my mind. My request to be an official contributor for Global Voices has been accepted and now I’m an author for Global Voices for Malaysia. My passion for writing was greatly encouraged by an author friend. She asked me if I could do her a favour, I said yes, and she instantly told me to write a book. I was overwhelmed by her request. I hesitated about the entire idea, but eventually I started to write my book, which features women and their lives all around the world. It is a non-fiction book. I hope to complete it someday soon.

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1- What are you working on at the moment?
I’m freelancing at the moment, and I am actively looking for a job too. In between that, I write for my blogs on current issues and started to draft out my posts for Global Voices too. On top of that, I also research on issues related to women, and write my thoughts out for the non-fiction book I’m working on right now. My book requires valid sources to refer to especially when I’m talking about real life issues. I’m a big fan of Jean Sasson. I learnt that non-fiction books will have issues like people attempting to sue you for your writing. That’s a challenge I need to face and be prepared for legally.

Phew! You’re a very busy lady. 

2- What is the most important lack in your life?

My blessings are uncountable! I won’t say lack, but it is something I wish I had done when I was younger. I wish I had taken sports seriously while I was at school, but I think it is never late to start. I love sports now. It makes you feel so good about your body and health.

I agree, exercise is very important for your health and self image.

3- If you were a man in power what laws would you enforce or establish in your country?
I would make efforts to have cleaner politics (if not transparent political system)! I feel it is going really ugly now with our dirty politics, and back in May we had the dirtiest election ever!

I guess when it comes to politics things are pretty much the same everywhere. Dirt, dirt and more dirt!

4- What did you want to be when you grow up?
I am aiming at being a good employee at work and a good homemaker! I might do my own business later when I have some working experience. Apart from that, I want to do something for people and create awareness on issues I feel matter the most.

You are already creating awareness on issues that matter on your blog.

5- Name three people throughout history that you greatly admire.
I admire Newton for his persistence, Nelson Mandela for his fight for international justice and peace, Lady Diana for being so compassionate towards the poor and less-fortunate.

Wonderful choices!

6- Do you research your blog posts?
Most of my blog posts have some level of research before I write it out. What I mean by research is by referring to external websites or what people are saying about the issues I write about. Posts that reflect my own thoughts and views basically have fewer researches.

7- What do you believe books are for?
Books are the most powerful tools to convey ideas. It can be fictional stories or facts, but if you have something to offer the world, you should definitely write it, as writing preserves your thoughts best!

I couldn’t agree more. When you write a book, you leave a piece of you behind for others to enjoy, and remember you by when you’re gone.

8- Do you believe in complete honesty or is it okay to tell a little white lie to spare someone’s feelings?
I feel it is best to convey your thoughts honestly without hurting others. Honesty doesn’t have anything to do with being rude. It all depends on how we choose to say it.

If only some people knew the difference. : /

9- Are you a brave woman or does fear sometimes stop you from doing what you want?
I take calculated risks when I attempt to do something new. If I find it worth going for, I will just do it. ☺

Bravo!

10- Why do you think what you do matters?
I feel my thoughts and views matter because it concerns a large part of the society I live in and the world in general. I think it is important to be a part in a struggle for justice to make the world we live in a better place. I think I’m just doing my part.

I believe you are doing your part.

11- Is there someone special in your life right now?
I’m so glad that the answer is no. LOL. Not at the moment.

Jassie, I’m sure many hearts leaped with joy just now at the thought of you being single. ;D

12- Do you see yourself as a writer?
I am certainly a writer. I used to doubt myself very much when it comes to writing, but at this point in my life, I can safely say I am a writer.

Good for you. If you don’t believe no one else will.

13- Where do your best ideas come from?
My best ideas come when something crosses my mind and I realise that my subconscious mind is discussing it with me so much that the issue pre-occupies my mind. That’s when I know I need to write it down and share it with my readers.

14- What are you addicted to?
The internet.

15- What’s your weakest character trait?

I take a lot of time to get things done the perfect way. I can’t write when I’m sleepy. I can’t do anything else when I need sleep. I require an ideal situation to get something done. That’s why when I’m into it I will make sure I get it done before I lose my mood. That’s how I carry forward work to the next day. (Not a good thing at all)

     Thank you Jasveena for your honest and insightful answers. I enjoyed interviewing you. 😀

Writer and Blogger Jasveena Prabhagaran

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Jasveena Prabhagaran

*Please visit Jasveena’s blogs by clicking on the links below. Learn more about this sweet and passionate writer and read her interesting and informative blog posts.

http://about.me/jasveena_prabhagaran
http://thoughtsandviewsthatmatter.wordpress.com/
http://thoughtsandviewsthatmatter.blogspot.com/

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Author Interview – Lois Lane

Women Behaving Badly – Author Alana Munro

14 Jun

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Women Behaving Badly by Alana Munro

Hello! Welcome to my blog. My name is Vashti Quiroz-Vega, for those of you visiting for the first time. I am a writer of Fantasy, Suspense and Thrillers. I do, however, have a tendency to mix a little Romance, horror or humor (among other genres) into my stories.

I love art, creativity and beauty, and I know these come in many forms. In my quest to build my author platform, I have met and befriended a group of incredibly talented individuals. Writers, poets, artists and even singers who are masterful at what they do. I feel blessed to have found them, and I would be selfish if I kept the beauty, artistry and creativeness of their craft all to myself.
So for the next few weeks I will be featuring their art, writings and music along with my own work on this blog. I guarantee you will enjoy every bit of it.
In today’s post I will feature the beautiful and talented author of the fascinating book, Women Behaving Badly,  Alana Munro.

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 I have included an early chapter that shows Alana’s struggle to get women to talk to her, and her early thoughts. I have also included an except from one of the many true stories that have personally happened to her. These true stories are an important part of her book.

The Fight to Write This Book

I think I prefer the way men conduct their relationships with their male friends. Why do I say this? I believe that males are in general fairer on their own kind.

Women are unfair on each other and women are often unfairly critical of themselves.

We are harsh on ourselves and often just as harsh on other women.

Women, who struggle to be fair and struggle to love themselves, will struggle to play fair and love other women.

It’s an important question to consider.

How can we women be emotionally generous to other women if we struggle with the concept of respecting who we are?

Men, in contrast, seem to have an easier ride with their friendships. I couldn’t ignore these inherent differences. There was little doubt in my mind that women conduct their friendships differently from men. It was time to probe deeper. I wanted to know more.

After having two fascinating conversations in the same week, I thought this book would be easy. I naively thought women were going to expose their female acquaintances and their friends’ challenging behaviors. They’d spew it all out. I’d change the names and details. No one would know who was who. Like a free therapy session, they would express themselves and feel better for it.

Aren’t women meant to be the talkers? I had visions of us getting right to the bones of the weird feminine behaviors over a bottle of wine. But it seems that women have also been taught the art of keeping their lips sealed.

I logged onto Facebook the following week and studied my friend list. I had more than 100 friends (perhaps after this book I will have a lot less), most of them female. I figured if most of these women can sit on Facebook for hours every week playing games, uploading image after image and commenting on someone’s outstanding cake baking efforts or adorable baby, then surely they can find the time to fill out my questionnaire?

The questionnaire was about personal experiences with female friendships. The responses trickled in. In total, three or four women responded. I sighed, a lot. I guess women are busy.

That’s when reality set in. This book wasn’t going to be easy.

If I couldn’t get my friends and acquaintances to reveal their negative friendship experiences in total confidence, then it seemed unlikely I would manage to get perfect strangers to be brutally honest.

Why was it proving so difficult to get the women in my life to open up and tell me what goes on with the females in their daily life or at least what had went on in their deep, dark past?

A few were polite and said they couldn’t help as they had never experienced any negativity from women. I felt this was either a cop out, outright denial or blissful ignorance. Or maybe they were lucky sods. I thought how nice it must be to only experience coffee mornings, homemade jam and loving hugs.

Maybe I had just been incredibly unlucky or ridiculously misguided in my friend choices? I felt utterly stupid. It was maybe just me after all. I am simply a loser in this friendship game with a capital L stamped on my forehead.

But I couldn’t accept this. I couldn’t be the only woman out there with painful experiences.

Ignoring my ego, which was now a burst and saggy balloon, I patched it up with some sticky tape and carried on, regardless. I felt fatigued, burnt out, irritated and despondent by my relations with many women. I refused to accept my reality as folly. The hurt I had felt was real. It was piercing and stung.

The next type of response was, “Yes, some women are bitchy, but I just stay away from them. I have no association with such women.” OK, better. There is something to work with here. At least some acknowledgement that women are prone to misbehaving with one another.

But the trouble with this response made me think that women believe they are simply able to stay away from troublesome friends. That it is easy to notice a negative friend and just step to the side. That they have a choice and can see a crazy bitch in their sights before she gets too close! Believe me, this is not the case. Often troublesome, negative women seek us out. They hide beneath smiles and loving hugs. And often their presence surprises us entirely.

Then there were a teensy-weensy amount of women who were frank and open. Interestingly, they were intelligent young women. They had experienced a lot of jealousy, bullying and unfair treatment from their female counterparts.

Relief swelled over me. (It’s not just me! I am not a complete loser in friendships – well, hopefully!) My relief was coupled with grief for my friends who had experienced terrible pain at the hands of other women.

Then, of course, there was the non-response committee.

Perhaps they felt uncomfortable talking about personal feelings. For this very reason, I didn’t push people. I assumed for some women it would be too painful and I respected that possibility.

I also concluded that for some women, the subject of my book was perplexing and they wanted no part in it. They did not want to support or encourage my ‘woman hating’ project (ridiculously unfair – I am in no way a woman hater. I’m only trying to understand women and how they behave.).

Or perhaps (I hope this was more likely) they felt they couldn’t contribute in a meaningful way and so they said nothing. They didn’t want to waste my time. They didn’t have enough dirt. They had been luckier than me.

After many more months of silence drifting by, I decided I was pretty much on my own. I would have to wring out the few responses I received and lean on my family for support. Mostly, I would have to rely on my own reflections and personal experiences to write this book. Well, it turns out, lucky for you, I have a ridiculous amount of bad experiences to draw from. But despite having so much personal insight, I knew this would be one of the biggest creative challenges of my life.

For starters, it was never going to be an easy subject for a woman to discuss. It naturally makes females uncomfortable and close down ranks. The lack of responses confirmed this natural reaction. Let’s close the blinds and pretend no one is home, hopefully she’ll bugger off soon enough. She thinks too much, she’s too deep, too emotional. Leave me alone, you freak! Women are always lovely to me, you’re the problem!

Another issue with this book’s subject is that I am going against the widely held belief that women are always nurturing and supportive to each other. Women are the carers. We look after each other and most days hold up the sky. We care for our families, soothe our babies, kiss away the tears. We are in many respects outstanding individuals.

However, females, by their very anatomy, nature and character, are complicated creatures.

Their behavior sometimes contradicts the common rosy stereotype of feminism’s idealistic ‘sisterhood’. Sometimes a woman’s behavior towards another woman is more inhumane than accepting, engaging or fair.

What was really going against me was this notion of sisterhood. The sisterhood myth ensures women keep their lips sealed. To be disloyal to our own team is unacceptable or frightening. After all, we women have experienced years of oppression (mostly at the hands of men); we must continue to stick together.

Understandably, there is the belief that talking out negatively about females is surely wrong. We must boost each other, support each other and minimize the negatives.

Of course, I agree; we should encourage feminine solidarity. It is a beautiful and rewarding experience. It is essential for our social progress that women appreciate and consider other women. We should advocate loyalty and respect other women’s differences. We cannot possibly create positive change in this world for women if we attack each other.

But equally, we must also accept that sometimes women do not stick together. Sometimes women rip each other to shreds in a frenzied verbal attack. Sometimes respect, solidarity and loyalties to one another are far from a woman’s agenda.

With all these conflicting thoughts swirling in my mind, it was clear this book would be a tremendous challenge to complete.

For weeks, I thought I won’t bother. Perhaps it is just too dangerous and I don’t want to make waves. I don’t want to provoke women and I don’t want to plague women with dark thoughts about their own kind. What good could come from this book?

My conscious kept hissing at me. This is stupid. Women will just hate you! They won’t want to admit to this behavior. I stuffed a sock in her mouth. I was tired of smiling and pretending everything was okay.

I said to my over-active conscious – I’d rather tell the truth, expose my female reality, than spend my life pretending that all is rosy in the garden with females, because you know and I know this – some gardens have more thorns than flowers. She pouted and huffed.

I found that when I started writing this book, the words poured out. It was uncontrollable. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. Did the truth of women like me need to come out? I’d like to think so. Was it now time to arouse debate and stimulate our awareness of what can go on between females? I thought yes, it probably is time to awaken and challenge our perceptions of women.

And so, despite all my doubts and fears, I carried on writing.

*** And one more sample – this sample shows one of the many true stories about how females can behave towards each other. This story is from the chapter about Jealousy. This excerpt is an example of my personal stories which are throughout the book.

A boy fancied me in school. He asked me out on a date and I took him up on his offer. I didn’t fancy him, but I thought I’d give him a chance and maybe I’d find out he’s a nice guy. I decided not to date him again. After all, I was only 16. I had plenty of time to have boyfriends and he wasn’t really my cup of tea.

The trouble was there was a girl in my year who fancied him. He didn’t fancy her. He was a free agent. When she found out I had went on this one date with him, she and her friends tormented me and made my daily life at school a living hell. They wrote on the toilets, naming me a slag, a slut, a bitch, a tart. They shouted at me, sneered, spat and ridiculed me. They stood outside my classrooms swearing and glaring at me. They launched an active campaign to break my spirit and self-esteem, but most of all, they tried to destroy my reputation. I was a virgin, but their slander was changing people’s perceptions without a doubt. I was made to feel like a leper.

No other girl wanted to be seen with me. I’d try to approach a group of girls and they’d huddle together, shunning me as if I was a dangerous beast. None of those girls dared to look me in the eyes. They all believed the propaganda. No one questioned it. No one stood up for me and told them to leave me alone. Not one person in my year wanted to know where all this targeted hate and persecution was coming from and why.

I’d spend my lunch breaks on my own, often by a railway bridge. I thought, This could all end now, this hell could all end. I just need to jump off this bridge. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it to the poor train driver, I couldn’t do it to my family and I was too stubborn to allow these girls to take my life. They had my present. They had my present in their hands and they were crushing the very life out of me. But they wouldn’t take my future. I wouldn’t allow it.

I’d walk back to school just before the end of lunch bell rang out. My heart beating, my hands and legs shaking, trying to hide the fear, trying to hold it all together for one more day. When would it end? Would they ever become bored of these cruel games? Would they never tire of tormenting me? How can these girls enjoy threatening me quite so much?

As time went on, the bullying showed no sign of stopping; it had become their daily habit like a cup of coffee or a morning jog. I couldn’t live in fear anymore. I didn’t deserve to be treated like this. I walked straight to the school office and quietly asked to see the school headmaster. I politely asked the ladies at the school office if they could please help me. I told them I was desperate and I must talk with the principal. They must have seen the torment creeping out from my red eyes or they must have seen my hands tremble. They told me to come into their office and sit down. Their compassion caused me to cry a little, but I had to stay strong. I needed to be able to explain what was going on. Thankfully, the principal was a good man and could see what was going on. “These girls,” he said, “have a terrible case of jealousy and it will stop. I promise you, Alana.” The bullying only stopped when he excluded the ring leader.

In the first week alone, 500 books were downloaded from Amazon and with lots of pleasant reviews doing the rounds, Alana has been encouraged to write her second book. Here is a recent newspaper article about Alana’s debut book. Watch this space for more media coverage and new book releases.

In recent times, Alana runs a Google+ Community  for all writers, bloggers and poets. Support-a-Writer offers support and encouragement to all new writers. The members share marketing tips, discuss their writing ideas and cheer each other on. It is a very active and friendly community, do consider joining if you hope to discover new talent or you are a writer looking to connect. You will be sure to receive a warm welcome!

Alana also writes articles for STEEL Magazine. It’s an American multi-cultural life style publication ran by ZAE Publishing. Alana is open to new writing jobs. If you have a blog or magazine and you need a writer to contribute – contact Alana Munro today.

Alana was recently interviewed by ABC Radio. You can listen to Alana’s full studio interview – http://alanamunroauthor.com/about/

Alana’s debut book is available to buy on Amazon and will be available from various online stores world wide this June, with plans to release paper books.

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Be sure to check out Alana Munro’s Website!

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Best Friend

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

The sun shone brightly on the day we met.
The radiance of your smile promised eternal sunshine.
When darkness loomed I dried the sorrows you wept.
Always by your side, I offered dawn when you suffered stress.
I was gravity, ever-present for each trivial affair of your life.
But when I needed you most, you couldn’t care less.

As I neared my goals, and success was within my reach.
The luster of friendship began to dull in your eyes.
Why do you despise me? Tormented, in my mind I screeched.
You feigned to listen, when all the while
you gathered information to judge me with.
Why the hatred, my friend? Why am I on trial?

When you betrayed me, the skies grew gray and dark.
My heart bled within me as the storm clouds gathered in your eyes.
You held up a broken mirror to show me my heart.
Sodden by the tempest of envy, unable to tolerate my radiant soul.
You set out to drain my spirit with distorted images you presented.
Until one day, in another’s eyes, my heart’s true reflection I stole.

Eerie, cold, and turbulent was the night our friendship ended.
I was too fetching, too clever, too creative for you to love me.
How am I to release my disappointment? Will my heart ever be mended?
Your spiteful squalls tore a hole in my heart, but my spirit you did miss.
Some friends crush you with a cold glare or a hurtful word.
A jealous friend betrays you with a cowardly kiss.