Reboot and Refresh

Mary Vee's blog has a new name and a new look.

I thought about what I write, what I post on social media and even what articles I prefer to write here on this blog.

The bottom line is, I like to see our world. Big. Small. Rural. Woods. City. You name it. My extended family has a cabin where family members like to vacation every year. One said, isn't it nice to sit back and listen to the water? Sure. But not in one place. I haven't seen the Indian Ocean, but I've seen the Pacific, Atlantic, the Mediterranean Sea, and others. The Creator has made a world filled with variety. This is what I want to share with you.

As a writer, I use pieces of these amazing places in my stories. I also post here, on social media, and in my newsletter opening readers eyes to amazing places.

I'm so excited to invite you for a walk in the woods, a ride up the Eiffel Tower, climb the Alps, sail on a pirate ship and so much more.

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To start, let's go to: New York City

New York City us a thrilling vibrant city. My family and I packed so much into a few days. Today I am sharing one aspect. I'll take you back again sometime in the future.

I never had a problem with theft, but we were cautious.

We did get lost :) A wonderful Chinese woman detected we had a problem and, with her very broken English, offered to show us how to use the subway. Five levels down! This rural gal (me) was amazed at the underground transportation. I was so thankful for her kindness.

Would I go again? In a heartbeat!

Central Park, NYC
Photo by Mary Vee

A great place to escape the noise, cars, and epic rush of the city is Central Park. I understand many find the park unsafe at night, but during the day, a few moments here with a picnic lunch sure refreshed the spirit.

NYC
Photo by Mary Vee

Tall buildings are in every view. When you live in an area that boasts ten-story buildings, a visit to NYC will leave you gobsmacked.

A view from Central Park.

NYC boasts all the latest fasions.
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I became an expert window shopper in NYC. Bloomingdales, Prada, so many notable fashion stores. Just walking inside can be a treat.

Streets of NYC
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Where there is time, a carriage ride through a jungle of skyscrapers can be quite nice. Don't forget your umbrella or coat. Maybe some bread for the birds.

NYC specialty shops
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NYC offers a great variety of whatever you want to purchase. Just as I expected, the trip to the stores proved much nicer than shopping on line.

This is only a taste of shopping. There is so much more to the city. We'll visit other notable places in the city sometime in the future.

NYC is the setting for two of my books.

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Daring to Live takes place in a train station similar to Grand Central Station. This military/suspense story focuses on survival and finding the will to live. The story is on sale this Labor Day weekend.

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Sylvia's Secret is a Christmas story. Sylvia is missing. Her daughter calls Detective Carhill, a man who promises to solve crimes fast and keep the story out of the papers. Everything an elite family needs when a crisis hits.

RELEASE DATE: OCTOBER 2019

Suzanne Woods Fisher - Overcoming the Fear of Failure

We've all had something fail. Maybe a school assignment, baking a cake, changing a car tire. Well that was my shortlist confession. There really is a mile long list that you don't want to hear. Talk about a quick drive to the blues. Even one negative comment in a barrel full of praises can take us down. Sigh. Why oh why do we remember the one negative one and forget the positives. You are not alone. We all do this. But there is a way of escape. Today, Suzanne Woods Fisher is going to share her story. The Fear of Failure “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you. Do not fear; I will help you” (Isaiah 41:13, niv). Years ago, before I received my first book contract, an editor returned a manuscript to me with the comment that the writing wasn’t up to her publishing house’s “caliber.” Ouch! That was a tough remark to swal...

A Memory Device For You

Photo Courtesy Recently I added a memory game to my week's activities. It all started when I listened to one of those fabulous sermons in church and actually took notes. Later in the week, I recalled liking the sermon and searched for the notes, but lamented when I couldn't find the piece of paper. I quizzed myself: What was the general topic? I racked my brain…good grief this was Thursday and a thousand other things had happened when I asked the question. After a cup of tea, visualizing where I sat in the sanctuary, and using every other means possible to remember the general topic I finally answered the question. The process to recall the rest of the good things said was an epic fail. Although I have since started using a notebook I have created a memory game. On Monday, at any point during the day, I try to say the following without the use of my notes: General topic of the sermon Main book of the Bible used Application p...

Laughter and Singing at the Homeless Shelter

It was a night to remember. A night to tell friends about. So I am... Fifty men, women, and teens rode in busses on icy expressways into the inner city. They poured out of the bus at a homeless shelter unsure where to go, what to do, or what to say. One led the pack through the main doors, pass security checkpoints, and on through winding hallways to a large room. At night, this room is filled, wall to wall, with cots, blankets, and at this time of year, cold homeless men, women, and children. On this evening before the night, hundreds of chairs formed straight rows and faced a platform. The fifty set up sound and instrument equipment. Singers cozied in the limited platform space. Instrumentalists tuned their instruments. A few residents poked their heads in the door. Intrigued, they came in and watched the first measures of several songs start, stop, start again. Microphone levels adjusted. The singers laughed. Chattered. The group stepped off to the side and...

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