Friday, September 30, 2016

Real Life Heroes

This week, my thoughts keep drifting to the wildfire burning in our local mountains. It's called The Loma Fire and it's hard to miss. A huge brown cloud of smoke crowns the ridge top, visible from pretty much anywhere in my town. Hundreds of people were evacuated from their homes.  Ash is raining down on friends who live downwind.  Beautiful wild land is burning to a crisp under flames that, at times, rise up ten stories high.

View of the smoke from the local grocery store parking lot,  just an hour after the fire began.

I live in Santa Cruz, California. A beach town. A town full of people like myself, who love to bike and hike in the mountains. Who cherish the wildlife, the redwood forests and the high, dry, brush-covered mountaintops. It's hard to think of so much that is precious being destroyed.

The first night, the fire looked like an erupting volcano. Here is a photo from a local blog, Santa Cruz Waves, of the fire burning behind the historic wooden rollercoaster at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. The photo makes the fire look really close to town.  Don't worry, it's really not that close at all!

Photo by @xbirdo

While the smoke and the fiery glow are both very dramatic, the main reason I keep thinking about the fire is because there are over a thousand men and women up there right now, trying to fight it. And I, snuggled safely in front of my computer, can't imagine the kind of courage and strength it takes to do that.  To go to work knowing you might inhale toxic smoke?  To go to work and face down flames rising taller than most of the buildings in my town?  To go to work knowing you might be burned or killed on the job?

So I am thinking about the fire and I am thinking about heroes.  How many heroes are out there, and how little we know about them.

So much of what is reported in the news is disheartening. We hear about crimes and war and politicians.  We hear about all the bad that people, unfortunately, do.  And we don't hear enough about the women and men who are making a difference in the world. Who are rushing toward the flames while the rest of us look on in wonder.  Who are walking into classrooms, hospitals, non-profits, or neighborhood businesses and working as hard as they can to change people's lives.

That is why we started Real Life Hero Monday on the Superromance Facebook page.  Each week we post at least one article about a person who is making a difference.  Who is doing something positive.  Who is trying to better their world.  As authors, we love our fictional heroes. But why not look for inspiration among these real life heroes who move so quietly among us?

Please stop by the page on Mondays and join us in celebrating the people who are 'running toward the flames.' The regular folks who are turning toward the problems they see in the world and trying to solve them.

And meanwhile, please say a prayer or send good thoughts to the thousand plus firefighters up in the Santa Cruz mountains. Their hard work is paying off.  The local paper announced this morning that they may have the fire contained by Monday.  Everyday heroes, saving the day, one more time!

P.S. Here is a link to more photos of the Loma Fire.








Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Saying Goodbye

By Angel Smits

            There’s a place in the sandhills of Nebraska that has always been special to me.  The North Loup river winds through the prairie, cutting paths through the pastures and over the thick grasslands.  A bridge spans the water, creating sandbars here and there and making swimming an adventure.  My grandparents lived there, so of course it was a place filled with fun and love.

The North Loup River
My uncle, the last of my father’s siblings living there, recently passed away, and we all made the trek back to say our final goodbyes.  And while it was goodbye to him, it was also a bittersweet goodbye to the place.  As my aunt prepares to move into town, and the land will soon go up for sale, I realize there’s no reason for me to go back—even to visit.  There’s no reason to visit, no one to go see.  So, while I was there, I took the opportunity to visit all the places I might never see again. 
You see, that’s where I learned to tell stories, and more importantly, to write them.  As a kid, I loved to sit and listen to my grandfather talk about growing up there.  Reminiscing was something the grownups did around the dining room table.  It was as if they had to one up each other to prove who could remember the funniest or strangest events.  And there I sat, listening.  And as I discovered writing, I sat there with a notebook and a pen, writing in my journal, capturing so many of those stories.  Basically, taking dictation of some of the best stories. 
Not surprisingly, my first novel-length fiction was largely written there, a story that won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart award.  It is a story of returning home, of going back to a special place.  It’s about good Midwestern values and the life I’d been documenting for years.  While that story has never sold, it set the tone for the Super Romances I’m writing now.  Hearth, home and family.
Wandering around the small country cemetery, visiting the graves of so many of those other family members, I swear I could hear their voices still telling those stories.  There’s a new voice in their ranks now.
One of the best memories I have of my uncle--that farmer/rancher who definitely fit in with the rural mindset of country living--read my books.  He read my romance novels.  I know the image romances have, especially to a generation of men who pride themselves on being tough and unemotional.  Not that other people haven't read my books.  I wouldn’t have expected him--or my father for that matter--to read my books.  But they have, and it’s not just lip service.  They actually know my plots and have talked about specific parts with me.  Shocked at first, there was no ignoring that thrill when I realized they really had read my words. 

Not your typical romance reader...
What a gift they’ve given me. What validation.  I feel like the kid who’s finally been allowed to sit at the adult table and share in the storytelling.  And though I’ve come back to the city, and left the country behind, I can still hear their voices--laughing, telling stories and sharing the past with me.  I won’t ever forget the roots they’ve given me.

To celebrate the memory of that life, I’m giving away of a copy of A FAMILY FOR TYLER, the book that began my Hawkins Family series.  Leave a comment to be entered and if someone’s supported your dreams, toot their horn here.  Give them their due!  Life's to short not to appreciate the people who support you. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

What do you call it? - Lisa Dyson

Maybe it’s the writer in me, but I’m always fascinated by what people call things, depending on where in the United States they live. A few years ago, while reading my soon-to-be-published manuscript after copy edits had been done, I saw words I knew I hadn’t written. My secondary female character from southern Virginia was ordering a “pop.” It stopped me immediately. Unless she was a transplant from Ohio or upstate New York, she’d call it a soda. Luckily, this read-through was my last opportunity to make any changes to the manuscript before it went to press.

We talk about other English-speaking countries having different words for things. Our elevator is a lift, and our bathroom is the loo. So I did a little research for this topic and came across many things that are called by different names right here in the United States.

Soda/pop/coke seems to be the most popularly discussed. (My Pennsylvania parents drank soft drinks.) According to Wikipedia, there’s a long list. Things I never even thought about. Growing up in eastern Pennsylvania and then living in several different eastern states over the years, I find that I use some of the names interchangeably.

Here are a few with where they’re used in parentheses. Faucet (north) and spigot (south). In my house, the kitchen and bathroom sinks have faucets. But the outside hose is connected to the spigot. Teeter-totter (widespread) and seesaw (south and midland). I’ve called it both things and never realized it. What about pit (north) and seed (elsewhere)? In my mind, peaches have pits and tomatoes have seeds.

When I lived in Rhode Island, I found that a water fountain/water cooler is called bubbler (pronounced bubbla). In eastern Pennsylvania, we ate hoagies. But when visiting my grandmother in central Pennsylvania, they were called submarine sandwiches (which freaked me out as a young child because I only pictured those old diesel boats in the glimpses of war movies I’d seen). Now I just call those long sandwiches subs.

You can see how fascinating this subject is to me and I hope I’ve peaked your interest, too. Do you have any examples to share? I’d love to hear about them in the comments below. One lucky commenter will win an advanced autographed copy of my upcoming book, a twist on the Cinderella story called Prince Charming Wears a Badge. It’s the first book in my Tales From Whittler’s Creek series. (Ironically, the “creek” that ran through the playground where I grew up will always be the “crick” in my mind!) Rest assured that none of my characters drive on a rotary/traffic circle or go into the cellar/basement.

I'll announce the winner in the comments section on Saturday, September 24. I’m also giving away a signed copy to one of my newsletter subscribers/patrons/supporters, so sign up today at lisadyson.com!

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Winners from Cathryn Parry's Monday Blog Post

Congratulations, winners!
Dear Mary, Colleen C, Fedora, Tammy Y, Laney4, bn100 and Morgan,
Thank you for commenting about your moms--I enjoyed reading each story!

If you'll send your address to my website contact form, I'll send your book prize right out to you.

Thank you for reading our books (and our blog)!

Sincerely,
Cathryn

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Question of the Month: Favorite Cheeseburger Toppings!

It's time for another Question of the Month here are the SuperAuthors blog - and we're all hungry so...here we go!

September 15 is National Double Cheeseburger Day here in the US. What is your favorite cheeseburger topping?

Tara Taylor Quinn: That one is easy! Onion rings (or fried onions) and barbecue sauce!

Jennifer Lohmann: I have to pick ONE favorite cheeseburger topping?! Only one?! *Wrings hands* I usually order what's on special at my favorite burger joint, Only Burger, but their Frito Bandito Burger (guacamole, spicy cheese sauce, chili, and Fritos) is a favorite stand-by.

Oh, and I always bring my own fry sauce, imported from the great state of Utah. Ketchup is for people who don't know the glories of fry sauce :-)

Kristina Knight: Okay, Jennifer's answer is so very specific that is skeers me - and awes me. Jennifer takes her burgers seriously, people! For me, the best cheeseburger topping is (surprise!) the cheese - provolone and cheddar are my favorites...but in a pinch, good ol' American will do!

Janet Lee Nye: I was going to opt out because I don't eat wheat or cheese. But. I do love a good burger. And you can enjoy them without buns! My favorite is a Med Burger from my favorite local restaurant. Fresh ground beef, olive tampanade, cucumber, tomato and yellow peppers on a bed of lettuce and tomato. Yum!

Nan Dixon: I'm not such a fan of cheeseburgers - buy give me mushrooms on my burger and I'm in heaven.

Kris Fletcher: Let's see. Where to start? Bacon ... caramelized onions ... shoestring onions ... bread and butter pickles ... Okay, I know what I'm making for dinner!

Joanne Rock: I can't choose just one way! Either mushrooms and blue cheese, OR avocado, Swiss and bacon. Actually, bacon goes with both. Is there anything bacon doesn't make better??

Angel Smits: Oh dear…I’m really not a burger fan.  But add some of those yummy cheeses…like Pepper Jack or Swiss…or…don’t get me started.  Skip the burger and pass the cheese!!

Jo McNally: What do I like on my cheeseburger? Umm - bacon, bacon and...uh...bacon!

Dana Nussio: Barbecue sauce! The spicier the better. And some onion straws. Yum!

Cathryn Parry: My favorite cheeseburger: one that is cooked on the grill by hubby. Real cheddar cheese on top. Either no bun or a gluten-free bun. If ketchup, onions, peppers and mushrooms are available, those are great, too! And PS, I do share with Otis the Cat, who also loves a good cheeseburger.

Claire McEwen: As a gluten-free person who doesn't eat much beef,  I have to put my own spin on this topic!  Now, I know this might not sound good to a lot of you, but trust me, what I'm about to describe is really yummy. My local burger place makes their veggie burger wrapped in lettuce instead of a bun. And they put this magic sauce on it, (seriously, it's so good that we call it magic sauce) and avocado and tomato and pickles and cheese if you want it. It's super tasty! And healthy, too!

Sharon Hartley: I try to eat a whole food, plant based diet, so don't eat beef or much cheese.  (I confess it's hard to resist cheese, especially brie!)  But I do love a grilled veggie burger topped with spinach, onion, fresh tomato and avocado.  

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

The Joys of Being a Note-Taker Extraordinaire

by Joanne Rock

Call it an organized Virgo thing. Call it a writerly fixation or outright nerdiness. But I am, and always have been, a meticulous keeper of words.

It started innocently enough. As an overambitious pre-teen, I spent long days at the library, writing notes from important looking books because I was studying the things I already felt were missing in my education—Greek mythology, ancient geography, the history of the overlapping Biblical stories. I brought home manila folders filled with charts that compared the Greek/Roman pantheon and timelines that chronicled the rise and fall of ancient civilizations. I kept these notes for years. Possibly, they still live in a box somewhere.
Just the kind of thing I copied down in my notes.

I must have enjoyed looking over those notes. You can see that I remember them well enough, and the fact that I wanted to review them often must have taught my young brain the value of keeping my notes organized in a way I could reference.

In college, I was blown away by the college professor who told me I should be writing notes in my textbooks—an idea that horrified me at first. Yet when she pointed to her own college text books (that she still used for teaching) with all her own marginal notes on the poems we were discussing, I was curious to try. How cool would it be to have my notes transplanted on to the texts themselves so I could enjoy a deeper reading of a story anytime I wanted? I was quickly converted.

No one said I was neat about these notes...Possibly I'm the only
one who can decipher them.
These days, my notes are less scholarly and more generic. I keep track of the foods I serve at the parties I host and file them in my cookbook so I can see my past party plans for summer picnics and winter dinners. Usually, I use them as inspiration for upcoming events—pulling a recipe from one and adding something new. But if I’m in a rush, I can pull out old party notes (complete with shopping lists) and recreate it in a day. Voila!

Sometimes, this turns into a bit of a sickness. My computer crashed a few years ago and I still mourn the loss of notes I’ll never retrieve—pages of useful information taken from writing workshops or story ideas I started to develop for possible future books. I try to myself it’s not a big deal, yet every now and then, I do a search for an old file before I realize it was lost in the Great Crash of 2013.

Still, sickness or no, my obsession is a fun party trick I use to impress friends and wow colleagues. My writer cohorts are amazed when they’ve forgotten one of their own ideas and I can search up an old email (that part of my files didn’t crash—hooray for online storage!) from five years ago with a conversation we had about the idea. Recently, I dazzled a new group of associates from a volunteer organization when I was able to resurrect details from a two-year-old project. I admit, this makes me stand taller. A little pat on the back goes a long way with me.


My Heartache, TN series required
lots of note-taking!
Many people I’ve met, young and old, have a strong response to writing-- love it or hate it. Me, I can’t get enough of it. It’s a wonderful tool for my day to day life in addition to the creative ways I use it for storytelling. And don’t get me started on letter writing, or we’ll be here all day. What about you? Do you enjoy keeping personal accounts and records? Making notes to remember important things in your life, like which plants you planted when/where in your garden? Share with me today how you use writing (or if you are completely averse to it!) and I’ll give one random poster their choice of books from my 20115-2016 backlist, including my current Harlequin Superromance, Whispers Under a Southern Sky.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

A Writers' Weekend - Dana Nussio

A smooth, sandy beach. Water so close that the sound of the crashing waves lulls you to sleep at night. A sunrise that paints the sky in so many shades of pink and purple and blue that you almost forget to breathe as you watch it.

Kathy's morning meditation.
We are here in Oscoda, Michigan, on the beautiful Lake Huron shoreline, relaxing, rejuvenating and refilling our creative wells on a Writers' Weekend.

 
Julia, Kathy and Jeanne writing away.
I had heard about my friends' annual up-north writers' group weekend and had seen photos of the lovely beach house, so when I was invited to tag along this year, I couldn't pack my things fast enough. I didn't want to be rude, of course. What could be more inspiring for a writer than the chance to create in such a picturesque setting?

Dana working on revisions.

We arrived after dark on Friday night and hadn't had the chance to see the lake, so that only made the sunrise over the water more breathtaking. It felt like the Heavens were greeting the morning with a long, satisfied sigh.

Dana's revision materials.
Since we could breathe deeper and think clearer here, it was only right that we should also be able to write better here. We all got to work bright and early, some creating new material and others revising stories, poems and book manuscripts.



I was working on revisions for my March 2017 Superromance, FALLING FOR THE COP, so I kept off to myself, spreading out my materials on the table. Of course, all I had to do when I needed a little extra inspiration was to look out the window next to me and take in the amazing view.

View from work table.

At mealtimes we gave ourselves a break from our writing and took turns critiquing some of our work. We shared writing suggestions and worked on our social-media platforms. And then it was right back to our writing.



The Soldiers

If your friends invite you along on a Writers' Weekend, I highly recommend dropping everything to go. You'll thank me for this recommendation. I promise. So thank you to writers Jacqui Gretzinger, Jeanne Tepper and Kathy Steck for including me in the fun. For us, it was definitely an all-work-and-no-play weekend. We have the lineup of soldiers to prove it. Any chance I can wrangle an invitation for next year?

Monday, September 12, 2016

A New Book! And Giveaways!

Hello, SuperRomance Community,

I have some advance-copy books and other small giveaways to celebrate my October SuperRomance release, THE GOOD MOM.

This story is set in Boston and features hectic single-mom Ashley LaValley, her precocious son Brandon, and hot single-doctor Aidan Lowe.

Here’s the official blurb:

It's all for Brandon

Single mom Ashley LaValley will do anything to help her twelve-year-old son, a cancer survivor, achieve his dream of becoming a doctor. Even uproot their lives and relocate to Boston when Brandon gets a scholarship to an exclusive prep school. Even accept help when Brandon risks flunking out…

Even when that help comes from Dr. Aidan Lowe, an arrogant, abrasive man recently returned from a stint in Afghanistan. But the guy's also charismatic and wickedly sexy. Ashley's spent years putting her son's needs first. Now Aidan's reminding her that she has needs of her own…

Boston Harbor and the Custom House Tower
If you like baseball-themed stories, then you’re in luck because there’s a bit of pro baseball in it, too.  And New England hiking. And did I mention Boston?

I’ll draw some winners from the comment-participants to this blog post. Good luck! I’ll post names on Saturday.

Here’s a question to kick off the blog comments: Can you point to something your mom has done for you that made a big difference in your life (something you appreciate)?

Thanks for reading!
Sincerely, Cathryn Parry -- www.CathrynParry.com

Friday, September 9, 2016

Here, Kitty Kitty

Kris Fletcher

When I was growing up, we always had pets. There were dogs: Tinus the boxer, Bingo the Shepherd mix, Tipper the indescribable blend. There were cats, too, mostly wild ones that lived in the abandoned barn behind the house, but at least one - Waldo Kitty - that was our housemate.

I loved my animals. I was a preschool when Tinus died, so I don't really remember her, but I have great memories of running and tumbling and snuggling my dogs. I also remember how much it hurt when we lost them.

When I was 18, I traveled to Guyana on an exchange program. While we were there, I got the dreaded letter from my mother: Tipper had died. She hated to tell me when I was so far from home, but she didn't want me looking for him when I returned. And then she delivered the final blow.

The cat is fine.
 
I believe I hated cats in that moment.

I knew it was irrational, that the poor kitty hadn't done anything, but dagnabbit. I loved that dog. I would have traded a hundred cats to have my sweet Tipper back again.

The years (decades) passed. I got married, bought houses, had kids. Every once in a while my boys would ask about getting a dog, but I always told them that we were not a pet family. They were too much work, I said. We travel too much, I said. They're too expensive, I said.

All true. But in my heart of hearts, I knew those weren't the real reason for my reluctance. The truth was, I was afraid. My chief memory of having pets as a kid was of the pain of losing them, and - like a romance novel heroine who's been burned once already - I didn't want to relive the experience.

But heroines earn that title by facing down their fears. Our characters earn the love of their partners by taking chances, by putting themselves on the line, by choosing to take a path that they know could hurt them like nothing else. They do it knowingly. Willingly. They do it knowing they will undoubtedly end up crying, but that the reward is worth the risk.

A few months ago, we decided that it was time to move. There were many attractive reasons to make the leap, but one big loss: we would lose our wonderful neighborhood. Hard on all of us, but especially for my Tsarina, who had built up some wonderful friendships with the neighbor kiddos. We talked up the house, mentioned the fun of living in a more rural setting, pointed out that a smaller place means less housework for everyone (can I get an Amen?). The kids liked all of that. But Tsarina still didn't want to say goodbye to her friends.

Tsarina loves animals.

It took a while for me to come to terms with the obvious solution. All those reasons I had trotted out for not being a pet family ... they were all still true. But my kiddo was hurting. And I knew there was a way to help. The only thing standing in the way was my fear.

Was I really selfish enough to let my own fear stand in the way of my child's happiness?

Well, I defy any of my kids to come between me and a box of Tim Horton doughnuts, but this was a totally different matter. I screwed up my courage, pulled my husband aside, and said, "I've been thinking ..."

We agreed that cats were a better fit for our lifestyle (read: laziness). We sat on our decision as long as we could, until a day when the girls were especially morose over the impending move.

To say that they did a complete and utter 180 is putting it mildly. From that moment on, they were excited about the move. There were still worries and sorrows, because loss is loss, but now there was joy mixed in.

A week after the move, my husband took the girls to the local shelter. After much cuddling and weighing of options, the decisions were made. Fidget (aged five months) and Caesar (three years) became the newest members of our family.

Am I still a little anxious, a little worried about the inevitable? Yeah. I am. But when I see my girls running up our new hill to greet their kitties after school, I know that this was the right step.

Someday, there will be sadness again. But for now, we are all purring.

EDITED TO ADD: I just saw a teeny tiny little mouse in my front hall. My inner rational adult knows it's good to have two felines in the house. My inner four-year-old is whimpering and hiding in her office because she's afraid it's going to be Mutual of Omahas Wild Kingdom in the hall at any moment.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

The New Me (Tara Taylor Quinn)

There are so many aspects to a writer's life that your dreams to be a writer don't tell you about. You have to be business savvy. Promo savvy. Self-employed tax status savvy. You have to be able to spend long hours at the computer. You have to be content to work alone, and be a good public speaker, too. A hermit - and a social butterfly a few times a year, too.

I didn't know most of this when I started out. But I'm good with it.

And then there's the thing that gets me. The Headshot. I am incredibly uncomfortable sitting there with a human being standing in front of me staring at me from their microscopic lens. Who knows what they see? What others will see, in that one captured moment that won't be me at all. I'm not just one second in time. Or a still life. I don't want to be judged as one. I'd rather not be seen at all. I want my stories to be seen. And loved. They're the stars. Not me.

So I procrastinated. Years had passed since my last photo shoot, but I kept my hair style the same. I like it. I've always worn my make up the same. My size didn't change. And the lines the years have brought - the added wisdom - well I looked enough the same. And then my blissful choice to ignore that which I didn't want to deal with caught up with me. Or rather, time did. My headshot was so ancient it couldn't be used by modern technology. Pixels and things just weren't right. They were scanned print shots. Not digital ones.

I was told I needed to load a headshot for my publisher. Everything I tried got rejected. And I tried a lot of creative things. The dreaded time had come. I had to get a new head shot. About that time I had a brainstorm. Family gatherings in Ohio include a very gifted photographer. I saw her as family, not as her professional self so it had taken me a while to figure it out, but I had my godsend. I could do the photo shoot and at least not have to sit still and let a stranger stare at me.

I'm here to tell you I lived through the experience! It was the nicest, kindest, most comfortable photo shoot I've ever had. And after a post on Facebook this week, we have a winner from the many wonderful choices that resulted! So here you have it - the brand new me!



Thursday, September 1, 2016

September 2016 New Releases!

Whispers Under A Southern Sky (Heartache, Tennessee)
Joanne Rock

Her past…or her future? 

It's taken Amy Finley ten years, but she's finally ready to return to her hometown of Heartache, Tennessee, and face the past. She just never expected that would include reuniting with her high school sweetheart and now town sheriff, Sam Reyes. Or that Sam's latest case would lead right back to the darkest chapter in her life.

The attraction between Amy and Sam is definitely still there, not to mention that she's sure she could quickly grow to love his cute baby son. But can he forgive her for keeping her secrets? Can she forgive herself?



All I Want (A Farmer's Market Story)
Nicole Helm

This couldn't be happening…not to him! 

For Charlie Wainwright, the only way to live is according to plan. But a corporate layoff and one hot night with Meg Carmichael has thrown him off course. He doesn't know how to handle the pretty goat farmer, much less the news that they made more than conversation that night.

Suddenly Meg is pregnant, and Charlie wants to do the right thing. Meg and all she's hiding don't belong in his world, and his suits and ties don't belong on a farm. But a promise to do what's best for the baby might show them what matters most… 



The Lottery Winner
Emilie Rose

Her secret or her second chance? It was her choice 

Winning the lottery should have been a dream. Instead, Jessie Martin's life is transformed into a nightmare. In order to protect herself and her family, she flees to Key West. But in a world where no one can be trusted, even paradise seems like a prison.

Breaking the rules of her seclusion to waitress at a local restaurant, Jessie suspects the owner's sexy nephew, Logan Nash, knows she's hiding something. Caught between the truth and lies, Jessie won't risk anyone discovering who she really is. Even if she's falling for this one perfect guy… 


 

At First Touch (The Malone Brothers)  
Cindy Miles

Don't trust your eyes. Trust your heart… 

After suffering a tragic accident, Reagan Quinn has her military career cut short and her sight gone forever. Returning to her childhood home only reminds Reagan of what she's lost. No light, no color—just shadows and indistinct forms. But one man refuses to let her give up on herself.

Reagan can't see Eric Malone. All she knows is that he's there every day, driving her completely bonkers. Eric pushes her out of the darkness and into a world shaped by taste, touch and scent. But Reagan isn't quite prepared for what happens when she stops depending on her sight…and starts seeing with her heart. 
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