
Each morning
same time
same place
same ritual
waiting to hear
that whisper that says
“Yes. We will write together again”

I never imagined that reading, writing and watching romance would have such a powerful affect on my appreciation of WOMAN in the world.
We need this balance of the female more than ever. In fact, I believe the world is in the mess it is because we have not honored the Female the way way we honor the Male.
We need both. Balance.
Separate AND equal energies for creating a world wwhere we treat everyone and everything with kindness and respect.
So be it.

When bestselling author Lexi Maxwell meets legendary guitarist Paddy May in a quiet London bookstore, she doesn’t expect her teenage crush to be soft-spoken, holding her latest book and extending his left hand to shake, knowing she doesn’t have a right.
That single, deliberate touch sparks more than just a connection. It awakens something electric. What begins as a morning coffee becomes a day-long walk, a moonlit dance, and a night of aching closeness neither of them wants to end.
Lexi lives a life of word and solitude- famous for her novels, but not her face. Paddy has been running from fame’s glare, numbing himself with noise and excess. But in Lexi’s presence, he finds something he thought he’d lost- desire, purpose and maybe even a little magic.
To stay together, they’ll have to fight for something rare and sacred: a love powerful enough to burn through fame, grief and the ghosts of the past. A love written in the stars- and sealed Under The Autumn Moon.
Award-winning poet, essayist and author Betheny Lynn Reid has written a lyrical, mystical, sometimes steamy, story that reminds us to always take the first step toward love.
Now Available online or ask your local bookstore.

There’s something magical about being married to your best friend more than half your life.
It isn’t just the shared memories and experiences, it’s the liking, loving and respecting someone that cuts a groove of grounding, stability, trust and then the freedom to explore, change and become a fuller person in this world.
I know I’m very fortunate.

We’ve been wandering for nine weeks now
The old place closed without notice
The weekday usuals scattered
by twos and fours
to several sites
around the area
but the weekend regulars
have all landed
at the sister café
three miles
down the road
some staff
from the old place
are here
smiles, hugs, laughter
trying to make
it feel
like it did before
wanting home
in a new place

Little feet
padding quickly on the wooden floor
from his room
to ours
in the middle of the night
standing by my bed
waiting.
I reach down with one hand
and sweep my toddler son
into the middle of our bed.
He lays flat on his back
placing one hand on his dad
and one hand on me.
deep sigh
then falls back asleep.
Bigger feet
lumbering across the wooden floor
from his room
to the kitchen
early in the morning.
Refrigerator door opens
he stands
grazing
on leftovers dipped in ranch dressing he leaves in little bowls
just for this purpose.
Pops a can of flavored water
then back to his room.
Grown feet
softly walking from his childhood room
to the kitchen
where he stands
boils water
for morning tea.
He feeds our cats
whom he misses when he not here.
Looks at his work emails
plays news podcasts.
We are still his home
but he has a new home too
with his beloved
who is our new beloved too.
28 enero 2022
