Chapter 4- Lesson 2- Infinitives

Infinitives

 

An infinitive is a verb phrase that almost always begins with ‘to’ and ends with a verb.

 

To have

To talk

To explore

 

Infinitives can be used as nouns, adjectives, or adverbs.

 

For example:

To dance was her greatest desire.

 

The way to act is through determination.

 

Here are some examples of some infinitive phrases:

 

To hope for a better tomorrow.

 

To forget all your fears

 

To walk into the sunset.

 

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Happy First Day Of Spring

The first day of Spring also happens to be New Years (Noruz) for our fellow Persians. This traditional and historical celebration goes back to the Achaemenid times (555-330 BC). It has often been suggested that the famous Persepolis Complex, or at least the palace of Apadana and Hundred Columns Hall, were built for the specific purpose of celebrating Noruz. However, no mention of the name of Noruz exists in any Achaemenid inscription.It is no surprise then that this historical day comes along with many traditional and cultural proceedings.


Happy Persian New Year! and Happy First Day of Spring!

 

 

The Brotherhood By Shannon Condon Ward – Author Interview

  1. When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I knew I wanted to be a writer by the time I was in elementary school. When I reached college, I had the opportunity to explore different types of writing. It was then I decided I wanted to write fiction novels.

 

  1. What is your most interesting or craziest writing quirk?

I start every book on the first page and write straight through to the end. I never skip around with chapters. I want the story to unfold exactly as the readers are going to see it unfold.

 

  1. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book(s)? I found I changed things as I wrote. I had the basis for the story written in my head but as I put it on paper, things seem to evolve and the characters began to exercise their voices. It was exciting to see where the book flowed to.

 

  1. Which writers inspire you?

My three favorite authors are Robert Ludlum, Tom Clancy and William Golding.  In their books, they all have the ability to wrap you in their story and keep you holding on to the final page.

 

  1. Anything else you would like to say about writing? Encouraging words for potential writers? The most important thing someone ever told me was to write for the love of writing. Don’t write to try and make money. It was the best advice I ever received.

 

 

The Brotherhood By Shannon Condon Ward

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Starting where Finding Magdalena left off, nineteen-year-old Maggie marries her fiancé, Mateo and moves to Milan for his new job and her scholarship at the famous Milan Conservatory.  She has barely settled in her new home when Maggie uncovers the Brotherhood, a secret organization and finds herself unwittingly involved in its sinister plans.  Along with Shep and the rest of his team, she leads the covert mission to bring the Brotherhood to its knees.

Once again, Maggie embarks on a dangerous journey that tests her mental and physical limits. Can she escape the Brotherhood’s long reach and survive?

 

About the Author

Born in upstate New York, I was raised in South Florida where I was exposed to a multicultural background. From the time I was in elementary school, I was writing prolifically in journals and poetry. I attended the University of Florida College of Journalism and Communications and graduated with honors. Life happens and it was necessary for me to put my writing aspirations on hold for a while. I still wrote poetry as time allowed, but as a single mother of three boys, there wasn’t much time. But time passes quickly and the opportunity presented itself for me to begin writing again. I developed the first story in Magdalena series, Finding Magdalena, in my head before I put anything down on paper. I had the storyline, well-developed characters and ending before I began writing. I also took the opportunity to travel to Spain and Italy to do location research. It was a labor of love. I self-published my first book in September 2015 and then it was republished in the UK by Austin Macauley Publishers. The second book in the series, The Brotherhood, came pouring forth like a waterfall. The characters, now old friends to me, seemed to take over and write the book themselves. I am currently working on the third installment of the Magdalena series and another book which is a different genre, one that deals with the relationship between three generations of women over three time periods.

For me, writing has always been a release, never work.  I hope that continues. When it becomes work, I will probably stop. Right now, just the idea that people read my work and find enjoyment in it is a thrill for me.

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Pamper Yourself – Written by Jackie Paulson

 

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Have you wanted to pamper yourself? When was the last time you did that? Each day goes by so quickly leaving us with little time to consider what our efforts have allowed us to achieve.

On this life’s journey, it’s important to give yourself tiny gifts, whether in simple ways or other ways. This is in a way thanking you for your hard work and dedication. The gifts you give yourself today will help sustain your passion for your goals, no matter what challenges you must overcome. It is important to give yourself love.

 

Love is the opposite of fear, but true love is unconditional, no strings attached. In the relative, dualistic world of positive and negative, male and female, we make choices, and we learn from them. Ultimately, the choices we make will shed light on the love that makes us all one.

I choose love, to believe we are all created equal. What will you choose?


Jackie Paulson is a book blogger and book reviewer. She is one of Amazon’s Top Reviewers since 2012 and is currently studying Human Resources to obtain her Master’s Degree. Jackie adores her three cats; Wiley, Andy & Barney and their names come from her love of the television show Andy Griffith. You can visit her on https://thenuttybookblogger.wordpress.com/.

2000 Followers, Say What??

 

This is such a huge milestone! 2000 people are following my website! I never believed that I would reach such a number.

I really don’t know how to thank you? I just want you all to know that I recognize your names whenever I get a like or a comment from you. My face lights up, and I smile with the knowledge that you came back and visited me again.

Thank you so much for being you and for joining me on this endeavor.

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Jackie Paulson – Chapter 3

 

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Jackie Paulson is a book blogger and book reviewer. She is one of Amazon’s Top Reviewers since 2012  and is currently studying Human Resources to obtain her Master’s Degree.  Jackie adores her three cats; Wiley, Andy & Barney, and their names come from her love of the television show Andy Griffith.  You can visit her on https://thenuttybookblogger.wordpress.com/.


Chapter 3

All of you who have experienced a death of a parent under the age of five, experienced abandonment, know the loneliness that follows and you hear me. You can understand where I am coming from. The message I got was I must never say out loud how I feel. I must be a good girl.

Life without my mom was hard. It was filled with sleepless nights and nightmares. Dad was never around for me, creating my deep beliefs that we are responsible for other people’s feelings and ignored or silenced our own, which is known as codependency. As you grow up with no parent being around it created a belief that men are unavailable, men cannot meet my needs, and no one had time for me.

As I grew older, I realized, with mom gone that others would have to take care of me including grandma. This would lead me to believe that safety did not exist and hope was no longer a feeling but one of emptiness. Feeling alone and abandoned with mom was gone created the little girl inside me to silence all emotions. My dad made me believe silencing my feelings was my only option.

 

A Turning Point

My dad did not know or express his own emotions of mom’s death, no grief, no loss. Her death was the greatest loss of my entire life. My belief was that I am not good enough to be loved. This belief would play a big role in my future relationships. Dad worked hard every day running his restaurant which kept him busy as to not deal with his emotional loss of mom. At that time, I did not understand about the trauma my father had gone through during his hardship. What I do know is that he did not want me around.

The lack of closure with my mother did not come until the age of 25. I was not there at the time of my mom’s death which created a big resentment I carried with me for years. It was easier to place blame on my dad than deal with the death of mom.

Now that my mom was gone, it did not take long for him to find us a new mom. When dad announced that this would be my new mom, I thought to myself, “this is not going to happen.”   Nevertheless, in March on St. Patrick’s Day when I was around seven years old, he married my step mom. Because I just lost my real mom, I had a hard time embracing her. Even though she was nice to me, we had a rough time getting along. What this did was make me believe that love does not last. I felt that if love lasted my father would not forget my birth mother by marrying my step mom. These feelings stood in the way of my relationship with her.

Over the course of two years, my life had changed so dramatically: I lost my mom, my individuality, my feelings, my expectations, my friends, my toys and my old school. I was hurt, grieving and confused and I lost parts of myself. I now had a new family as mom brought three children to the marriage making us the “Brady bunch.”

 

I was a master in my mind to not talk about feelings, and I went numb inside. I did not want to have to think about all that happened to me. This stage of my young childhood created a negative perception that sending them into my subconscious mind. This would only do harm later in my life as my feelings were not acknowledged ever!


Jackie Paulson is a book blogger and book reviewer. She is one of Amazon’s Top Reviewers since 2012  and is currently studying Human Resources to obtain her Master’s Degree.  Jackie adores her three cats; Wiley, Andy & Barney, and their names come from her love of the television show Andy Griffith.  You can visit her on https://thenuttybookblogger.wordpress.com/.

 

Jackie Paulson – Chapter 2

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Jackie Paulson is a book blogger and book reviewer. She is one of Amazon’s Top Reviewers since 2012  and is currently studying Human Resources to obtain her Master’s Degree.  Jackie adores her three cats; Wiley, Andy & Barney, and their names come from her love of the television show Andy Griffith.  You can visit her on https://thenuttybookblogger.wordpress.com/.


Chapter 2

My parents got married the day after Christmas in 1960.  My mother was the bookkeeper for the family owned restaurant.  My father built the restaurant and ran it.  He graduated from Notre Dame with a degree in Business Administration with straight A’s.  Both parents were daily alcohol drinkers considered to be functioning Alcoholics.  Alcohol took its toll on mom and she got phenomena and drove herself to the hospital where she died quickly in 1971 due to alcohol poisoning and the allergic reaction to penicillin.  I was five years old.  Growing up dad never discussed the death of my mother.

 Memories of Mom

When I was three years old I remember having to brush my teeth before going to bed.  I was then told to go to bed on my own with no supervision.  But, every single night I would make my mom come in to investigate these little bugs that would be crawling on my bed and pillow.  At that time, I had no idea where they were coming from or what they were but after investigating when I was older they were in the family of Rolly Polly bugs.  This was a nightly ritual until one day mom just stopped coming to tuck me into bed.

When I was four years old I remember being in the bedroom with windows on two sides of the room and my sisters crib was on the wall with no windows.  My bed was next to the big windows.  Imagine being four years old and having no curtains on any of the windows at four years old.  One night there was a big loud thunderstorm where we lived in Waukegan Illinois.  I remember the thunder being so loud and watching my sister flip out of her crib and landing on the floor.  My mom came running into the room to rescue my sister but left me screaming and never came to get me.  This gave me a sense of belief instilled at age four of abandonment and not feeling safe.

I remember my sister and I getting ready for school at age four and having to get ready with no supervision.  We then would walk to the end of the block to wait for a bus. One day we were standing there for what seemed forever when I decided to go home and ask mom why the bus was not coming.  My sister stayed at the bus stop and the bus took her to school.  When my mom realized, she had to take me to school, I remember her being very mad and yelling at me, she told me “never do that again.” I remember feeling bad and this instilled my belief to silence my feelings and never make mommy upset.

There was another memory of my sister and I playing and the garbage cans were next to the side of the house.  On this particular Saturday, my sister and I went outside to play with a ball.  I remember playing with it in the driveway and there were broken alcohol bottles all over the lawn next to the garbage into tiny pieces.  The ball went into the glass pieces and I remember holding my sister back telling her to stop, that I would go get the ball.  She let me take a few steps to retrieve the ball when all of the sudden glass cut my left foot and I screamed bloody murder.  My sister rushed to get my mom out of bed.  My mom had to quickly get me to the hospital and I got nine stiches on my left foot.  This memory instilled fear in me that the world was not safe.  Since I had a cast on my foot I was not allowed to play or go to the swimming pool at our friend’s house giving me the feeling of being left out and aloneness.  I created the belief that life is not fair.

I remember that both my parents smoked cigarettes inside the house.  This created my ear infections and I was always crying in pain of my ears.  Just imagine being four years old not knowing what was wrong with you and one day you go to the hospital and come home not able to talk.  I was rewarded with toy animals as my parents had a party with their friends and I was not able to talk, eat or be noticed by anyone in the livening room.  This was another incident where my beliefs made me feel alone, left out, rejected.

The last memory I had was when the family had to get ready for mom’s Catholic funeral.  I feel like it happened yesterday.  I remember my dad taking his three girls ages 6,5,3 to kneel at the casket, not knowing why.  It was a Catholic Mass and all I can remember is that when I went to kneel down my mom was still breathing even though she wasn’t.  She was only thirty-three years old.  I can picture her in my head right now.

 

Lying in bed at night, I dare not move in fear of bugs crawling on me. I realized mom was not coming home.  I was sent to my grandma’s house every weekend and life would never be the same.   I did not understand why mom was not coming home, but I never asked dad why.  I knew there was a God but did not understand why He took away my mother.  This was my first experience of feeling so powerless.  The innocence and safety of my infancy had been replaced by thoughts of death.  The messages that I internalized was that the world is not safe, do not trust anyone, others have power over my life, no one can save me and God failed me.  I was a victim in my own circumstances life threw out at me.

I am not exactly sure what age I was but under the age of five but my mom drove to Montgomery Wards and left thee of her children inside a Cadillac car. So an estimated ages are; two-four-five years old.  Well Mom went inside and I Remember us playing with the knobs in the car when all of the sudden the car started moving backwards.  All three of us could see the car going to the road where passing traffic was.  Out of nowhere came a man and literally stopped the car from rolling into traffic.  Talk about having the fear of “I am unsafe, I am afraid.!”


Jackie Paulson is a book blogger and book reviewer. She is one of Amazon’s Top Reviewers since 2012  and is currently studying Human Resources to obtain her Master’s Degree.  Jackie adores her three cats; Wiley, Andy & Barney, and their names come from her love of the television show Andy Griffith.  You can visit her on https://thenuttybookblogger.wordpress.com/

 

San Diego: Art, Dancing, Food, Gardens, Music, and Quilts! Written by da-AL

 

da-AL, is an Emmy award-winning journalist. Read more of her writing and stay tuned for when her adult literary fiction novel, “Flamenco & the Sitting Cat,” will be published at her blog, HappinessBetweenTails


I’m fiercer than San Diego’s Museum shark!

San Diego is only a couple of hours drive from my home in Los Angeles County. How can it be that prior to a few months ago, it was years since I’d re-visited it?! No, they aren’t paying me to write this — I’m just grateful for its providing me an unexpectedly romantic memorable weekend.

Originally, my husband and I were only stopping through on our way to experience Guadalupe, Mexico’s burgeoning wine and culinary arts region.San Diego, however, tricked us into appreciating it. We decided to save Mexico for another outing.

The first night we ambled through the Gaslamp District (http://www.gaslamp.org), a happening area populated by street performers, restaurants, and nightlife.

 

The next day we perused Balboa Park’s (http://www.balboapark.org) abundance of gardens, plus science and art museums, many of them free admission.


 



That night in Little Italy (http://www.littleitalysd.com) we enjoyed a terrific highfaluting dinner infused with basil, oregano, and garlic at a non-gourmet price. Afterward, we tangoed (http://tangosandiego.com ) among friendly dancers on a great floor.

The next day, before leaving for home, we brunched Mexican style in San Diego’s Old Town (http://www.oldtownsandiego.org). Under shady trees where breezes caressed our faces, a series of live bands rocked, salsaed, and serenaded us.

 

If you enjoyed this, visit da-AL’s blog: HappinessBetweenTail

1000 Word Press Followers

 

A BIG THANK YOU goes out to all of you! My readers, followers, contributors, and donators are all so important to me. Everyone who has liked my page on Facebook or retweeted my reviews on Twitter, thank you! Without all of you, my page would be meaningless. It is a huge milestone for one to hit 1000 followers on WordPress. I am truly grateful for each and every one of you.

 

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 Three cheers to you all!

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