New Reviews for D.G. Kaye Books and a Sneak Peek

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a shameless promotion. In fact, this may be the first time all year I’m sharing a few new reviews for my books. It seems the season reminds that even self-pubbed authors need to alert readers to their books. So, I thought being that Christmas is just around the corner that it’s a good time to share. After the reviews I’m sharing a draft of the intro to my upcoming book in 2025 – The Real Stages of Grief : There is no order.

Fifteen First Times by D.G. Kaye

Fifteen First Times

BERJAYA

Joy Shelton-York

5.0 out of 5 stars Relatable stories you will enjoy!Reviewed in the United States on February 22, 2024

I just finished Fifteen First Times by author D.G.Kaye and wow, did I have an emotional trip down memory lane. She so plainly yet beautifully bares her soul. This is a collection of nonfiction stories about the first fifteen milestone or life changing events in her early life. These are experiences that changed perceptions, attitudes, opinions, or were life lessons learned. Kaye pledges “unabashed honesty,” and she truly delivers. These life-altering experiences are candid, emotionally raw, heartbreaking, and humorous. I loved that she felt comfortable exposing her insecurities, owning up to her mistakes, sharing her triumphs, and laughing at herself. We have all experienced similar events in different ways, but Kaye seems to give us permission to own up to these awkward situations and realize that in our youth we’ve all experienced insecurities and difficulties in finding ourselves. I felt like I was having a conversation with an old friend who I shared confidences with. With each story I read, I mentally relived my similar experience, relating to hers in so many ways. I laughed, cried, cringed, and cheered.

It is hard to say which were my favorites because they were all wonderful. First Kiss stands out because it so eloquently conveys the difference between the storybook kiss we romanticize from books and TV as pre-teen children, and the reality of a sweaty ten-year-old boy sticking his tongue down your throat. It reminded me of my first kiss at ten when my family spent the summer in Silverton, Colorado. I got kissed in a coal shed while playing post office. Not at all what I expected. First Broken Heart, My First Apartment, and First and Last Love are also amazing. I did love My First Christmas tree because it brought to life how confusing it is for a child to live in a country where their family’s beliefs are different from the norm. From Blond to Wrong was hysterical. Been there done that.

It was so gracious of Kaye to share such person stories. I love her quote, “When we are young, we’re more curious than cautious, and as we age, our accrued wisdom becomes our guide to future choices we make.” These stories are the formulation of the talented, self-confident woman she has obviously become. It was brave for her to share these intimate experiences. As she says, “If we don’t learn and grow, we’re forced to repeat the lessons until we do.” I think everyone can relate to these stories, and I highly recommend you take this journey with Kaye.

BERJAYA

Marian Beaman

5.0 out of 5 stars Toe-Tapping Debby Does It Again

Reviewed in the United States on August 16, 2023

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When I read D. G. Kaye’s books, I always get the impression I’m having a conversation with the author. In her latest, Fifteen First Times, the author once again gets up close and personal.

In fifteen chapters, Debby discloses her love affair with shoes, close encounters with boys, the fright of her first menstrual period, the glory of travel and much more. Brimming with chutzpah, the author divulges also how she engineered Christmas cheer in a home where Hanukkah was respected.

The vignettes come with lessons learned, takeaways for readers: “My big European vacation taught me many lessons about life—friendship, flirting, culture, how ridiculous I must have looked wearing four-inch spikes in the desert, consequences for not obeying laws, and how much my father had spoiled me.”

Growing up with a narcissistic mother, we are thankful for the presence of a dear Aunt Sherry and a devoted Dad. As expected, the book concludes with an homage to her beloved husband: “My G was the first true love of my life. He loved me through all my war wounds unconditionally. We laughed our way through hard times and shared a most beautiful life together.”

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, but most of all you will be able to relate to Debby Gies’ coming of age memoir and conclude with the author that “hindsight gives us insight.” This brief book with a stunning cover by Unicorn Cats Publishing gets five stars.

Menowhat? A Memoir

MenoWhat? A Memoir

BERJAYA

Ms Fiza Pathan

5.0 out of 5 stars Fantastic! A must read!Reviewed in India on 25 February 2024

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‘Meno-What? A Memoir: Memorable Moments Of Menopause’ by life coach cum stellar author D.G. Kaye is a self-help book about handling the stresses and strains of Menopause. Kaye with subtle humour, personal anecdotes, and useful tips manages to educate the reader on the many bodily and emotional issues experienced during Menopause. The book is innovative, unique, witty, easy to read, engaging, and highly instructive. There were many things about perimenopause which even I was unaware and of which I was enlightened by the means of this effective tiny little self-help book. The humour contained therein is rib-tickling funny and made me chuckle many times in the course of the two and a half days I took to read this gem.
In this book, life coach and motivational guru cum author D.G. Kaye manages to explain the many side effects of perimenopause, menopause, and post menopause. These life processes in the body of a woman are a given, yet many women find themselves unprepared for these crucial changes in their hormone and period cycles. Most young girls of twenty and early thirties like me even negate the fact that this is the reality that we will be facing in the long run. We actually avoid thinking about it, repeating to ourselves that we probably won’t need to go through this process because by then a biotechnologist would have invented something where we would be able to look as young as we are today with our stamina, emotional health, and sanity intact. That is just not the case, as mentioned by Kaye and so, through her own menopausal cycles, she has managed to create this book to educate the reader about the same.
She does so with a bit of a mix of practical advice and emotional health therapy which is peppered with subtle wit in the right places. Throughout the book, Kaye boosts our spirits and encourages us to hang in there until we see the light at the end of the tunnel. Her advice is applicable to real life stories of middle-aged women and her tips, including beauty tips which women can use during this time are very useful. I especially found her practical tips on the plus points of coconut oil, apple cider vinegar, exercising with resistant bands and kitchen olive oil to be very useful.
I loved the way Kaye managed to impact the reader on the seriousness of preparing oneself physically and psychologically for Menopause. I would recommend family members of perimenopausal women to also read this book and educate themselves on the changes in the hormone cycles of a woman’s body. I especially encourage men to read this book as an instruction manual and guide to aid them in understanding the bodies and minds of their loved ones better.
The book prepared me for my own perimenopausal cycle probably in the near future, God willing, and now I won’t be caught unawares when I experience certain hormonal changes that are natural to this particular stage in a woman’s life. I especially was educated on the fact that estrogen truly plays a great part in the condition known as brain fog which I was unaware about earlier.
We need to converse more, share our stories, and spread the word that we are there for each other as friends during this time in our lives. Therefore, don’t battle this stage alone, create a friend circle where discussions can take place and where feelings can be vented without a person being judged. This and more one can gain from Kaye’s insightful book; get your copy of this title today.
I am now an addict of life-coach Kaye’s works and look forward to devouring more of her motivational books in the near future. I love reading convincing books that educate me about something new, and I’ve found Kaye’s books to be in that category. Her energy is infectious, and her beautiful soul is seen through her writings. Such non-fiction books are always winners for me.
Candid, inspiring, informative, educational, and witty – D.G. Kaye’s take on Menopause gets 5 stars from me. Kudos to her on a job well done!

Conflicted Hearts, D.G. Kaye

Conflicted Hearts

From United Kingdom

BERJAYA

Diogenes

5.0 out of 5 stars A Brave, Deep Dive

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 4 November 2024

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“As far back as I can remember, I liked to write about my feelings.”
Thus begins D.G. Kaye’s profoundly emotional ‘Conflicted Hearts’, an account of her relationship with her fractured family – especially with her irascible, narcissistic mother. This book is a deep dive into an unhappy, affection-starved childhood, and of the consequences of that in later life.
“When [my mother] had money, she disappeared, and as puzzling as I found it, I never missed her, as you can’t really miss someone who has never been there.”
This book is not an easy read, and it must have taken significant courage to write. Yet for all that – and despite the toxic relationships and ill health it faithfully records – it carries a message of hope; that one can rise above damage and neglect, and carve out a life for oneself. The ghosts of the past will, perhaps, forever persist, but maybe through these words the author has managed to lay a few of them to rest.

P.S. I Forgive You by D.G. Kaye

P.S. I Forgive You

D.L. Finn

BERJAYA

D.L. Finn

5.0 out of 5 stars A powerful read and insight into mother daughter relationships.Reviewed in the United States on October 3, 2024

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I read “Conflicted Hearts” and understand what the author grew up with. I could easily relate to an unhealthy childhood and what it requires as an adult to get past it. In “P.S. I Forgive You” Ms. Kaye has cut off communication and contact with her mother to heal and live a better life. But when her mother is dying, a pang of guilt creeps in and another layer of healing comes into play, forgiveness. Whether you do it in person or allow yourself to forgive from a distance, it can heal that pain carried around. This book was a journey to understand her mother while taking care of herself. We all must walk our paths in life and Ms. Kaye found a powerful one that inspired me as a reader and survivor of a damaging childhood. In life, love and liking can be separate truths. We can wish them well but not aspire to be a part of their lives, and we can forgive them to heal ourselves. The author incorporated this wisdom into an interesting reflection on her life and the lessons she learned. I can easily recommend this, especially if you come from a not-so-perfect family too.

Have Bags, Will Travel, D.G. Kaye

Have Bags Will Travel

By Thomas Wikman

5.0 out of 5 stars It’s not a disorder. It’s a lifestyle.Reviewed in the United States on November 22, 2024

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The author loves to travel, and she loves to shop, especially for shoes. As a result, she overpacks, which leads to complications. In addition, she quite frequently has problems with the Canadian customs. They can see her shopping face and know that she is guilty. She also has problems with security. She might have OCD and suffer from germophobia, which complicates her travelling. How do you survive planes and hotels having germophobia? Well, you need elaborate procedures which may be exhausting to the author but comical to the reader. In the book she claims it is not a disorder but a lifestyle.

This book is a travel memoir with some travel advice, but primarily I think it is comedy. I found myself laughing out loud on several occasions. I’ve traveled to many countries myself, but I usually pack very light, and I don’t do much shopping. I even went on a 3 weeklong business trip to India with only a small carry-on bag. Therefore, I don’t entirely understand why she overpacks so much, but then I don’t need a dozen pair of shoes everywhere I go. Her travel adventures are very entertaining, but I can imagine that being her travel companion would be stressful. It was a fun short book.

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Introduction to The Real Stages of Grief

I have discovered that grief is just something we can’t explain to anyone who has never endured it. In my own searching for like-minded people living this same journey – those of us who have worn the shoes, we have much to share and learn from one another.

I never thought in the depths of my wildest imagination that I’d be here writing about grief. But I am here, and I’m here to tell you that grief sucks! And, it will inevitably touch all our lives.

As one who walks the walk, I will tell you emphatically that grief is something very personal and is different for each and everyone of us who enters this arena. And not I or anyone else, or any book, can prepare us for the tragic earthquake that hits us when grief becomes our new life companion.

 I’ve discovered through my own journey of searching that people want truth. They want to know relatable things that resonate with their own grief. Grieving people need something we can relate to, something that can give us hope we are not alone, hope that someone else who has walked this path has something resonating that we can cling to. I know that’s what I was in search of while reading numerous books and joining grief forums. I wasn’t looking for experts. I wanted to hear from the people who get it, the people who have lived the pain. I wanted to learn from people who knew the shock and awe of what losing a loved one can do to us. In my isolating grief, I just wanted feel as though I weren’t alone. And wanted to learn how one does get through it.

 I needed to hear stories from others to verify whether my stages and circumstances were same as some others experienced. It was almost as though we look for a kinship in others because we are now in this new and solo phase of grief and uncertainty. So, I wrote this book for the many who may be searching for the same, just as this book will serve for others who may be fortunate enough not to have crossed this painful time of loss but may be interested in a deeper understanding of what grief’s effects can have on someone you care about or love deeply.

You cannot grasp the full effect grief holds on us by reading about the depth of the grief from loss and what it leaves in its wake unless you have lived it. And know this much, everyone’s grief is different and will be experienced differently, despite the fact we are all grievers because everyone’s relationship was different, as is the uniquity of grief. Grief is personal because to sum it up tidily: The more you loved, the more you will grieve. Grief is the love we hold for our person that now has nowhere to go but reside within us.

In this book I will discuss the many journeys and stages I have lived through since losing my own husband. I will share ideas that have helped me begin to breathe easier, things that worked for me such as the need to talk about our lost loved ones, the need to find our tribe – those who know the daily grind of continuing daily with a big gaping hole in our hearts, and more. And I will share my stages, how they affected and triggered me, and how I continue to get through. I say get, because grief will never become a past tense. It becomes part of who we are, it’s just the adjustment of becoming so is a painful process. As much as we loved is as much as we will grieve. And as we all know, love never dies, so neither shall grief.

 As a new griever, I became an eternal searcher of the whys about death, searching for something relatable to quiet the pain that resides within my heart. I wanted to learn more about where our loved ones go after their souls leave their bodies, are they happy and healthier now? We want certification because in some small way if we could know these things, maybe our hearts could settle in the knowing that they are okay and not hurting anymore – unlike us, the ones left behind.

When we grieve we seek anything that can comfort us in our moments, hours, days, months and years of grief. We seek solace in other people’s stories, in our sharing stories about our lost loved one, in words and songs. We long for a familiarity that becomes akin to a feeling of tucking ourselves under a blanket of comfort.

Some of us join widow/widower social groups because we crave a connection with others who know this pain. Those who get it. We’ll watch videos and listen to podcasts and others may reach out to Mediums to summon lost loved ones, leaving us wondering if we too could summon up our own lost loved ones. We all look for what works for us to feel, both, comfort and a sense of knowing we are not alone with what we experience in the aftermath. There are many side-effects of becoming a widow, and one is realizing that many people disappear from our lives. I’ll talk about that too later in the book.

In this book, you will find the real talk on this subject of grief. It is us, the grievers, who are the ones living this new role of walking on a road we never envisioned ourselves walking. We are now here, at a place where besides our hearts feeling as though they’ve been chopped into pieces, and with much added weight from discovering that life as we knew it, is going to take a 180 on us all.

I don’t profess to be a grief counselor here, although I’m pretty sure I’m well qualified. But I don’t need a master’s degree, a PHD or fancy letters beside my name to ace the topic about death, dying, and its aftermath. I’m just someone who is living it daily and trying to get through the pain like so many others. And since I’m a writer who has found herself in this new classification of bereaved widow, I thought if there are people out there like me who also aren’t getting enough comfort from the many books we search through on this subject then maybe I’d just write raw and real here since I have earned the badge of knowing what this journey is about. On the same note, this book will offer insights for anyone who may have a grieving loved one, giving some insights as to what your grieving friend or relative is really going through.

 I thought if there are plenty like me out there who seek solace in words that help us relate to the realism of grief from one who is walking the walk, you may find something relatable from my journey, and in some small way it can offer you comfort through that relatability.

 I’d like to think I’m paying it forward by sharing about my grieving discoveries and the many side effects it leaves in its wake. I speak frank and real about grief and this heart-wrenching journey in my own quest to seek a path to healing. There are phases and moments we all share as common grievers, but topics aren’t always brought to the forefront of discussion because typically, death and all that comes with it are not popular topics of conversation people prefer to engage in.

Grief is like an illness we learn to live with. With it comes a barrage of side-effects. For many, health problems can arise, as they did for me after losing my husband. When the mind is steeped in grief, nothing else feels like it matters. And for those who are living alone in their ‘griefdom’ it can be even harder.

For now, remember to take a pause when you need a moment, and remember, this journey is one day at a time. This is all we can do in our deepest hours of grief. Don’t get overwhelmed with tomorrow’s list of to-dos. Just live in the moment of each day.

©DGKaye2024

Sunday Book Review – Safe Zone by Terry Tyler #dystopian

My Sunday Book Review today is for Terry Tyler’s exciting read – Safe Zone. This book is a standalone but a great summation of ten years after the SFV-I virus has taken over the U.K. with characters who’ve survived that we’ve come to know through the original series, as well as some new characters we’ll meet in the – safe zone.

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Ten years after the SFV-1 rage virus devastated the world, the population of the UK is confined to one corner of the South East. The newly recognised state of the UK Safe Zone is protected by a vast wall around the entire landmass, and by patrol boats around the coast.

Within, the creation of a new, functioning society is a work in progress, hindered by the fact that not everyone has arrived of their own free will, and some have been irrevocably damaged by the trials of the past decade.

Then there’s the dark cloud on the horizon – news of a greater threat in Europe, that’s heading their way…

Ten years after the SFV-1 virus devasted the UK, and undoubtedly, much of the world, survivors have been moved to southeast England to the Safe Zone, locked in by walls and patrol guards and boats to protect what’s left of the population from being bitten and infected by the blood zombies. One bite from another who’s been bitten, and in no time, a human becomes a blood-sucking zombie.

The original trilogy, SFV-1, left us with some of our favorite characters who’ve survived the zombie apocalypse by using their wits and forming groups of survivors, learning how to kill a zombie to save their own lives, and learning how to collect supplies and hideout from the ‘bloods’ that roam.

Norah is alive and living in the Safe Zone for ten months, abiding government rules, and praying daily that her boyfriend Brian makes his way to the safe zone from their former hideout with the Beserkers, some 400 miles away.

Brian has been leading a group of survivors for months with an old map and observations, in hopes of getting to the Safe Zone unharmed. The trek has them encountering many observations and dangers along the way. Those in the Safe Zone are hearing rumors, which can’t yet be verified until someone from the outside comes into the Safe Zone with news. The Safe Zone is heavily guarded and anyone trying to enter must be tested for bites and fevers before they are permitted in, or shot on sight.

But Brian has seen some terrifying things as he witnessed an old boat, loaded with French passengers trying to reach the UK, and noted that those bitten are ‘turning’ much quicker now than the hours it used to take to go from human to blood zombie. Brian knows, this is no rumor, for he has witnessed the horrors before him.

Brian finally reaches the Safe Zone. There he meets up once again with his love, Norah, and together they come up with a new Plan B in case what Brian witnessed is coming to the UK. Will the Safe Zone remain safe after they discover what else is coming their way?

This whole series, as well as Safe Zone have been an addictive read. This may be a dystopian story, but it’s filled with interesting characters, life and death decisions, some compassionate people, (besides the evil ones), and a gripping storyline. I like the way Tyler ended the book, but once again, I can’t help but feel that there’s another whole story awaiting us after Norah and Brian and a very few of the gang leave the Safe Zone, deciding not to wait to see what else is heading their way, but get out of the now, questionable Safe Zone with their plan to find a boat and head for North America. The possibility of that happening has me curious to learn what will happen to Brian and Norah on this most dangerous mission. I think we need another book Terry Tyler!

©DGKaye2024

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Life Lessons 101 – #Forgiveness – What is Forgiveness and How to Give It by D. G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Welcome back to my latest article for Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine. In this edition I’m talking about the importance of learning forgiveness.

Forgiveness – What is Forgiveness and How to Give It

Forgiveness is an act we do to ease our own conscience by releasing negative feelings for a wound someone else has inflicted on us. Forgiveness helps us to have a healthier mind and heart by not dragging the hurt baggage through life. And we don’t even have to say it to the person who wronged us. It’s for our own peace of mind to help let go.

Life Lessons 101

Forgiveness is a word that is often misunderstood. I too was confused about the scope of the act of forgiveness. I’m sure when we were all younger, forgiving meant calling a truce and becoming friends again with someone when we may have been in school. But there is much more breadth to the act of forgiving. And forgiving someone for a transgression or hurt is to make it easier on ourselves, helping us to not have to carry the grudge of the hurt. And it most certainly doesn’t mean we have to kiss and makeup to forgive.

We relieve the burden upon ourselves by forgiving. This doesn’t mean we forget the hurt, it’s just a getting back of our peace of mind when we release the hurt and let go of harboring our wounds that will only fester within with time.

BERJAYA

Carrying hurt and grudges doesn’t serve anyone, especially for ourselves. It can certainly begin to affect our health if we dwell on what was. These thoughts can keep us stewing anytime we think of the issue, potentially raising blood pressure, raising stress hormones, unhappiness from too much negative thinking, anxiety or depression, and most of all, letting it affect our joy. Making a conscious decision to forgive can help to relieve ourselves of resentments and harboring negative thoughts every time we allow ourselves to go back in our heads to the incident.

We cannot take back our words after they’ve been spoken. Once hurtful words are said they are engraved in our minds. Saying sorry to someone or receiving an apology or making the choice to forgive doesn’t mask the initial wound but it lessens the load in our hearts and souls from carrying the hurt around, by no longer thinking or focusing on it, because otherwise we are keeping negative emotions within us. We can only fool ourselves for so long.

So, How Does the Process Work?

Unresolved resolution can linger and make us feel uncomfortable, leaving us with that albatross feeling of being emotionally anchored, no matter how much time may have passed. We may think we’ve forgotten the matter because life and time have moved on, but the wound or unsettled feeling it left behind hasn’t really gone. . . please continue reading at Sally’s Smorgasbord.

BERJAYA

Source: Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Life Lessons 101 – #Forgiveness – What is Forgiveness and How to Give It by D. G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

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Sunday Book Review – The Answer is No: A Short Story by Fredrik Backman

My Sunday Book Review today takes us into a little bizarro solo world of Lucas who avoids talking to people at all costs, until he’s unwillingly sucked in to his apartment complex drama – The Answer is No: A Short Story by Fredrik Backman. I received this book as one of my free monthly bonus Amazon reads.

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In a hilarious short story from New York Times bestselling author Fredrik Backman, the absurdities of modern life cause one man’s solitary world to spin suddenly, and comically, out of control.

Lucas knows the perfect night entails just three things: video games, wine, and pad thai. Peanuts are a must! Other people? Not so much. Why complicate things when he’s happy alone?

Then one day the apartment board, a vexing trio of authority, rings his doorbell. And Lucas’s solitude takes a startling hike. They demand to see his frying pan. Someone left one next to the recycling room overnight, and instead of removing the errant object, as Lucas suggests, they insist on finding the guilty party. But their plan backfires. Colossally.

Told in Fredrik Backman’s singular witty style with sharply drawn characters and relatable antics, The Answer Is No is a laugh-out-loud portrait of a man struggling to keep to himself in a world that won’t leave him alone.

This short story is a bizarre and quirky tale. Kudos to the author for going deep into a most non- chalant issue exacerbated by beaurocrats. Yes, it begins with us learning all about Lucas’s solo life that he rather enjoys. He plays video games, loves wine and take-out delivery – mainly Pad Thai. And of course, always with peanuts, because as Lucas says, Pad Thai isn’t Pad Thai without peanuts. Lucas believes that having friends or being in a relationship cramps his freedom as an introvert avoiding anything or anyone that would give him responsbility. But little did he figure that a simple frying pan would take him way out of his comfort zone. And when the building department heads coming knocking on his door in search of a person without a frying pan in their apartment, because one was left outside the recycling room on the floor, Lucas’s private world is no longer.

It began with the frying pan interrogations, which then led to the wifi stealing neighbor above, and another who steals his Pad Thai delivery from his doorstep. The department heads are off their rockers with the demands they make of Lucas, forcing him to join their team, just because Lucas has good suggestions as to how to find the culprit. No more peaceful life for Lucas as the plot thickens and the department heads keep putting Lucas in some bizarro situations. When Lucas is made to also become responsible as the head of the ‘piles’ committee, things go awry with him and ‘the neighbors’ as this crazy situation escalates and Lucas must find a way to get back his solitude.

Not so much hilarious, but witty and plenty of the absurd along with some very funky and interesting characters to keep us interested as the story grows more bizarre as we read on to find how Lucas finally re-finds his small and digital quiet life again. Just say no!

©DGKaye2024

November Writer’s Tips – Self-Publishing, Spam Deletion, WordPress Fix, Blurb Formulations

Welcome to my November best curated Writer’s Tips. In this edition, the Kindlepreneur shares 27 different publishers who will accept Indie work, Hugh Roberts with two great fixes – how to use a specific setting in WordPress to detect and delete spam, and Hugh also shares an important fix for the WP glitch where when we’re notified of new posts, either my email or Reader notifications, instead of just an excerpt displayed in the notification, WP is showing the whole post. I know many of you may not be aware, but I am seeing this in almost every blog notification I’m receiving by email. And Diana Peach is at the Story Empire sharing some great formulations for blurb writing.

©DGKaye2024

Sunday Book Review – Secrets of the Galapagos by Sharon Marchisello

Welcome back to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing an engaging boat cruise through the Galapago islands with a whole lot of mystery, a couple of murders, and some interesting characters along the journey in Sharon Marchisello’s – Secrets of the Galapagos.

Shattered by a broken engagement and a business venture derailed by Jerome Haddad, her unscrupulous partner, Giovanna Rogers goes on a luxury Galapagos cruise with her grandmother to decompress.

At least that’s what her grandmother thinks. Giovanna is determined to make Jerome pay for what he’s done, and she has a tip he’s headed for the Galapagos.

While snorkeling in Gardner Bay off the coast of Española Island, Giovanna and another cruise passenger, tortoise researcher Laurel Pardo, both become separated from the group and Laurel is left behind. No one on the ship will acknowledge Laurel is missing, and Giovanna suspects a cover-up.

When the police come on board to investigate a death, Giovanna is sure the victim is Laurel. She’s anxious to give her testimony to the attractive local detective assigned to the case. Instead, she learns someone else is dead, and she’s a person of interest.

Resolved to keep searching for Laurel and make sense of her disappearance, Giovanna finds that several people on board the cruise ship have reasons to want Laurel gone. One is a scam involving Tio Armando, the famous Galapagos giant tortoise and a major tourist attraction in the archipelago. And Jerome Haddad has a hand in it. Thinking she’s the cat in this game, Giovanna gets too involved and becomes the mouse, putting her life in jeopardy. But if she doesn’t stop him, Jerome will go on to ruin others.

An addictive read with a great backdrop setting on a small luxury cruiseship. After Giovanna is duped by a rich shady business man, Jerome Haddad, while trying to open a veterinary clinic with his investment, he stole all the donations and left her high and dry. Her boyfriend dumped her because of losing her business. And thankfully, that was past and we didn’t have to endure knowing much about an unsupportive ass. Giovanna’s grandmother, Michelle, invites her on a luxury cruise to soften all the blows Giovanna endured. So Giovanna joined Michelle, but she also had a hidden agenda – she signed up for the cruise because she is on a mission to find the man who sabotaged her career. But it turns out, Giovanna discovered more than she bargained for on that cruise.

The story begins with Giovanna and fellow passenger Laurel snorkelling off the boat , except Laurel never returns, yet is not acknowledged as missing and Giovanna smells a rat and decides to do some investigating on her own and discovers mysterious things beginning to happen. When suspicion arises, Giovanna and Michelle search Laurel’s room, which appears ransacked, but Giovanna manages to find the flash drive that could have some suspected evidence on it. And the action begins with the secret searching, leading to a few dead bodies, yet no sign of Laurel – even though someone on that cruise is hiding what they know and trying to throw Giovanna and Michelle off the trail. But are they being followed? Not long after, Michelle is found knocked on the head in the infirmary. So many red herrings will keep us glued, wondering who is behind all this mystery.

As we are introduced to some interesting and well written characters in this story, we’ll learn more about the ecology of some of these islands, and about a large tortoise named Tio Armando who also goes missing, suspected of being sold on the black market.

With many clues, lots of action and suspects – and a couple of murders, Giovanna finds herself in the midst of some of these investigations with the handsome detective, and ultimately, narrowly escapes death after finding the truth when her old nemesis, Haddad, shows up on the island. Beautiful settings and description add to the enjoyment of this entertaining and suspenseful tale.

©DGKaye2024

Smorgasbord Christmas Book Fair – #Memoirs Fifteen First Times by D.G. Kaye, You can take the Girl from the Prairie by Darlene Foster, Grow Damn It! by Cheryl Oreglia, Repacking for Greece by Sally Jane Smith | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Thrilled to be part of Sally Cronin kicking off her Christmas Book Fair for books, authors, and reviews along with some other fellow authors – Cheryl Oreglia, Darlene Foster, and Sally Jane Smith.

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Welcome to the first of the book fairs for Christmas and as always I am starting in  November as there are around 100 authors I will be featuring this year and it will take several weeks to showcase them all. They are authors I have personally recommended and also the new book spotlight authors from 2024 to give their books another boost.

In this first post some memoirs and biographies.

The first book today is by D.G. Kaye…. Debby Gies. and her memoir which I thoroughly enjoyed – Fifteen First Times: Beginnings: A Collection of Indelible Firsts

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About the memoir

This book is a collection of stories about some of Kaye’s first-time experiences with life’s most natural events. Told through the intimate conversational writing we’ve come to know from this author, poignant personal steppingstones to learning moments are revealed. She encompasses the heart of each matter with sincerity and sprinkled inflections of humor.

From first kiss to first car to walking in the desert with four-inch heels, Kaye’s short coming-of-age stories take us through her awakenings and important moments of growth, often without warning. Some good and some not, life lessons are learned through trial and error, winging it and navigating by the seat of her pants.

One of the reviews for the book

Terry Tyler 5.0 out of 5 stars Days Gone Bye…  Reviewed in the United Kingdom

I so enjoyed reading these snapshots of D. G. Kaye’s life, growing up in the 1960s, 70s and 80s – partly because I discovered that she is just two months older than me, so it’s a world I know about … mostly!*

I love the conversational aspect of the essays; the way Kaye writes is so readable, so down-to earth that it’s like she’s talking just to you, from the first kiss to the first love, to the first car and apartment, and, more seriously, the first bereavement of someone her own age. This one was so heartrending that I found myself missing Alba too, a woman I know only from this one short story.

I think the piece that made me smile and nod the most was the ‘first diet’ – years of yo-yo dieting and obsession with what is put in one’s mouth, the bane of many a young (and not so young) woman’s life. The daft things you try to lose weight. Definitely a generational thing; I remember my mother (born in the 1920s) telling me that when she was a young woman, you were just the shape you were, and you didn’t give it a great deal of thought. Before advertising got serious!

Anyway, this is great, definitely recommend it to anyone. It’s not that long; you could probably read it in a couple of afternoons. Ideal for a nice bit of holiday reading, too  

Read the reviews and pick up a copy at your local Amazon: Fifteen First Times Universal Link 

Please head over to Sally’s blog and learn more about her three other book features.

Source: Smorgasbord Christmas Book Fair – #Memoirs Fifteen First Times by D.G. Kaye, You can take the Girl from the Prairie by Darlene Foster, Grow Damn It! by Cheryl Oreglia, Repacking for Greece by Sally Jane Smith | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

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I’m Back! Warning!

Warning! This is a much longer post than my usual, but I seemed to have a problem breaking it up into two parts without losing the flow. So grab a coffee or some tequila, or wine, as I share some of my adventures in Mexico.

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I recently returned from a new destination for me in Mexico. Huatulco, Mexico, in the state of Oaxaca. But honestly, I think it should be named Hotulco. I’ve been to many places along the Pacific coast in Mexico and thought they were hot. But this was another kind of hot I’d only ever experienced in one other place, Venezuela. The only time I ever remember being so over-heated and sometimes feeling as though I were going to pass out was in Venezuela some decades ago and burnt my boobs right through my bathing suit.

Same deal in Hotulco, only I couldn’t sit out and sunbathe as my per usual for very long and spent most of each day in the pool. By the last two days it was even hotter, if I could imagine that was even possible. So much that the lovely ‘adult’ pool I was floating along in all week that was once cool and refreshing, had turned to substantially more than lukewarm, which had me running out of pool and under a freezing shower by the pool about twenty times a day.

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Unsurprisingly, not one tourist there that I saw,had a nice brown tan, nor on the airplane home. Including myself. (Yes, I was purposefully observing.) And thanks to my seasoned sun habits and protection I used, I didn’t get burned. Oh, but in all fairness, talking in the pool for hours on end, the inside of my bottom lip definitely got a whack. 🙂 All one could do there was get redder and redder and most being careful about it. Many wearing long-sleeved SPF sun protective shirts. I applied sunscreen about eight times a day and dived back in. And heaven help you if you thought you could walk to the pool in bare feet, (like my new and hilarious gay friend and fellow widow, Ray from Calgary did).

This most southern west tip of Mexico is still an unspoiled Mexican gem. With two other main small towns and surrounded by beaches and bays, made for calm waters and great swimming in the ocean. On one of our four beaches on the property, you could just walk in and snorkel and see an array of beautiful fish. But don’t expect any pictures of that from me because I’m not an ocean-swimming girl (fear of the unknown of what’s below) and find staying on the beach twice as hot than at the pool.

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The resort was beautiful and hugeeeee.The staff were all so friendly and accommodating, and it’s the first place in Mexico I’ve been to that actually accepted our most crappiest Canadian dollar for great value. The area was originally belonging to the government because it’s UNESCO Heritage land with tons of wildlife, such as many species of birds, vultures, Iguanas, and something that fled past us one night, kind of badger-y looking, and some very mischievous red breasted squirrels.

One has plenty of entertainment eating down at the Mexican breakfast restaurant, meters from the ocean, where I may add that the woman who made me vegetable omelettes daily as my main source of protein, was bueno. The birds and squirrels hang out there, just waiting for a patron to drop a crumb, or more often, get up from the table for a mere moment and leave their plate as a calling card for the crows. Twice I watched a fearless squirrel hop right on someone’s table, lift the sugarbowl lid off and seek out raw sugar packets – smart enough to know the difference between them and the sugar substitutes. 🙂

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The rooms were housed in orange two-storey long bungalows with each long bungalow named as sections as clouds and stars. We were in Nimbus section. To get to these rooms situated on many, many acres of land, we had to call the lobby to send a golf cart/driver to go through the paved cement roads, pick us up through the jungle, and take us to wherever we were going as restaurants, lobby, and beaches were all spread out. At first I found it scary as they tore through what looked like a labyrinth through the jungle. I told my friend the way we sat in these 12- passenger golf carts reminded me of the Scrambler ride. 🙂 And then we’d walk some more stairs.

Between the stairs to everywhere or ramps (I still can’t decide which was more brutal), my quads are like steel and feeling like lead when I walk. One needs good walking legs to stay there, despite some wheelchair ramps. I literally felt like I was half mountain climbing every day and night. AND no air-con anywhere except one section of the lunch buffet restaurant and OUR room, which was kept at a frigid, max ice-box temperature by us from the moment we checked in. It became our salvation. Ceiling fans in lobby and anywhere else were always on slow mode and recirculating hot stagnant air, with zero breeze. LOL. Now if anyone knows me (like my gym girl pals do) they know I’ve got every kind of fan on or around me in Zumba class. Hot flashes are the gift that keeps giving.

Views from our room

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Our makeshift dryer because no balcony

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The theater had a nightly show, and a special Halloween night show and especially, on Day of the Dead show. Very talented dancers who my heart went out to in that open-air theater room, with zero breeze and not enough slow turning high ceiling fans as they were adorned in Mexican costumes, hats, and some in leather boots. We never lasted longer than ten minutes at the shows because it was so hot. One night the show began and the fans weren’t yet turned on. My friend chased down a waiter to tell someone to turn them on.

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The daily temps were 40 celcius-ish. Climbing and walking and walking and sunning and swimming and tequila-ing really tested my endurance. I go to six gym classes a week here at home and remain the same weight no matter how hard I workout. I lost four pounds. LOL. The strenous workouts just to walk somewhere, the gallons of water daily and the severe lack of appetite in constant heat all playing a part. And that was just as well because I love Mexico but don’t care much for Mexican food, except fajitas, and I saw those there only once. This resort had five ‘specialty restaurants’. We were permitted to book four for the week. Three was enough for me. Let’s just say that Mediterranean food as I know it well, was not remotely Mediterranean. We plan B’d it over to the buffet, and thank goodness there was always something good on the grill at the back, especially the tadaki grilled tuna. Another night we were mystified to try out the Moroccan restaurant, that of course, wasn’t very Moroccan. If anyone has ever had tagine chicken done proper, it’s a sweet and savory slow-cooked stew in a tagine for hours and served in the same vessel. The version I received was in a soup bowl, two pieces of dried chicken cubes with couscous, no Moroccan ingredients, serviced with a piece of raw carrot and cucumber on top. They had the low tables and foot stools as chairs and many an overweight person looked pretty uncomfortable. I waited for my friend to eat her lamb dish, ( I do not like lamb). And then off to the buffet to get me some protein and steamed veggies, and yes French fries!

Moroccan/Mexican Tagine, Just no.

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Onion soup much better at another restaurant

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Weather reports will tell you that in winter temps there, they CAN go down as low as 68F at night and typically always in the 80s, except July/August 96 F to over a hundred. So what the heck in November? My friend Ray informed me it was hotter in April and advised me to come back January/ February when it’s usually 85 – 90F, lol. I thought it was the cool time after summer. But let me tell you we arrived at 103 degrees F in stagnant air, zero breeze, and had to walk five long, sweaty minutes in our Canadian clothing on the tarmac to the customs and baggage in the very small and quaint airport. Our clothes were matted to us in mere moments. And the heat never left, and just got hotter daily. Not even at night was there any relief. No mercy. But there were some pockets I found where I could sometimes feel a faint, momentary breeze.

Some pics of the tarmac as we waited to depart to our plane:

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I went through two fans in one week, lol. And my right wrist has had quite a workout. The smaller fans weren’t cutting it, so I finally caved and purchased a lovely and large hand-fan in the hotel store for a painful value of $14 Canadian dollars, but I had to cave. And then it got hotter and the fan gave out on me. My friend said I should try and go back to the store for a new one. Gratis. I took her advice and they gave me another one that’s still good after two very heavy days and nights of use – especially when it was live Latin band night at the outside lobby bar full of Mexican tourists from Mexico City who came for their long weekend to celebrate Day of the Dead.

We were sitting outside in the still heat with my new pals from Calgary, Marlene and Fiona and some of their friends they met on the airport pickup bus. It was that night my friend and I had come back from the main town, Crucecita, where we hired our guy who drove us from the airport, for a very cheap fee (and nice tip) to take us around Crucecita where he took us to a chocolate mole and coffee tasting and then let us off at the boiling hot indoor market where he left us for a few hours and we did some Mezcal tasting, as we dripped with sweat. We were spent and had no wifi to call our buddy Philipe to come earlier to our meeting spot, and when we finally got back went down to lobby bar outside, we drank some straight up tequila and sucked on limes. We both came to the conclusion we preferred tequila to Mezcal. 🙂 We learned the difference between the two. Tequila is made from blue agave and Mezcal is made from green. Big difference in taste.

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I know this post is getting long, so I’ll leave you with this little story about one night when the power went out. Yes, you heard me. So, after dinner one night, we decided to go back to our air-con room and call it a night around 9pm (considering we’re up at 6am daily). By the time we showered for the umpteenth time in a day, gabbed and got under the covers in our comfy beds in our morgue-like temperatured room, my friend was just dozing off and I was reading on my Kindle, when suddenly, all the power went out. That meant no wifi, no phone to lobby working, no lights, pitch darkness around, save for the tiny outside light in front of each room. AND, No air-con!

It was literally maybe five minutes before we were stifling. We thankfully, had just charged our phones and used our built-in flashlights, and in our Tshirt pyjamas, opened our door to see if it was just us or the whole block of rooms in our section. We opened the door and the heat smacked us in the face hard. We heard men’s voices below, so we hung over the balcony as I asked the one man if his power was out. The Spanish man had found a callbox somewhere near the ice-machine and phoned the desk to make them aware of what happened. We found the power outage was over the whole property, except the lobby and outside porch lights on generators. The Spanish man called three times, because the first two, he hung up on them when they wouldn’t give him an ETA on the power back on or say what happened. It took about an hour until it was restored. The next day in the pool, I was gabbing with my new pool buddy, Ray, who informed me it wasn’t just our resort, but every resort in the area had no power. Ray cracks a joke a minute and said nobody could say what happened the previous night, so he blamed it on Russia. 🙂

One more thing. There are mosquitos. You don’t see or feel them when they bite. But you sure do within hours. Some, like my friend, got zero bites. I, on the other hand, have a roadmap of welts on my back, arms, calves, and feet. Just a public service announcement for those who are magnets like me. 🙂

I’m sorry I spent hours trying to load some fun video shots here, but Windows was fighting me all the way.

So I’m home since late Sunday night, slept four hours and went to Monday morning Zumba class because my friend said, if she has to go, I have to go. Plus I missed my other friends. And they apparently haven’t finished the jack hammering on our balconies where I live, so I’m limited to write when I can hear myself think.

I found this non verbal video clip to give you a glimpse of the property we stayed at. Our room looked exactly like the video displayed. The staff told me Americans don’t come there because there are no direct flights and must connect in Mexico City. I’m not verifying this, just what I heard. Most people I pooled with were from Calgary or Edmonton, and only a young couple from Toronto with their toddler. The resort wasn’t too busy until the long weekend rolled around and became full with Mexican tourists as well.

I hope you enjoyed my vacation, lol.

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