Molly the Mule’s journey as experienced in ‘My Life as a Mule’ is the perfect companion.
But don’t take my word for it, read the lastest review on Amazon.
Happy reading . . . and here’s to an awesome 4th of July!
xoxoxo Sj xoxoxo
Authors Sj Hylton LeHoven (My Life as a Mule) and Laurel McGraw (The Tale of the Savannah Coin) pair up for an interview with KKCR host Tracey Schavone.
Also included in the May 3rd event are FOUR MORE local female authors (click on their name for access to their book/s):
Pamela Varma and
Come out for an evening for FUN!
Children are welcome!
“…is reading the book and LOVES it.
He is laughing. I hope that is the appropriate reaction…”
Yes! It is! My Life as a Mule has been called light. Deep. And FUNNY.
Have you ordered your copy yet? You can get it from Amazon.
Happy reading!
xoxoxoxo
The Camp Eagle
Today the most amazing thing happened
at the Lihue public library after reading to the kids.
(I’ve been doing this on Monday afternoons since August).
Sj Daisy left, and I returned to the main area in her stead (i.e. sans overalls and hairdo). I was speaking with the young adult librarian when a little girl came up to me and said, “You look like Sj Daisy!”
“Do I?” I replied.
“Yes!” she said with enthusiasm.
We went over to the flyer posted on the wall.
“She’s my cousin,” I explained.
“She looks a lot like you!” she said again.
LOL. So cute!
This little girl’s name btw?
Daisy.
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For real.
Life is full of such wonderful surprises!!!
: )))
~ Sj ~
jumped shipped on Tuesday and hopped on an eclectic mix of busses—some with a/c, some without, some big, some small—and ventured forth to Puerta Vallarta.
What fun!
First, we walked along the boardwalk looking for a restaurant that Marisela remembered being good, i.e. “authentic” and not too, too touristy and expensive. We didn’t find the one she was thinking of, but we did get a good walking workout! Just what these two amigas needed.
When our mouths were beginning to get so parched that the spittle didn’t spit but stayed, we stopped at a farmacia for some agua. “Know of any good authentic Mexican restaurants that are a good price?” Marisela asked in her flawless Spanish. No was the sales clerks reply. “Nada. Todos son turistico.”
Okay den. On we went. Higher and higher away from the ocean and deeper and deeper into residential land. Just about when we hit a road dead-end (but not for pedestrians, we could have meandered further along the coastline), we saw a good looking local couple with a bambino of about 3-years. Ditto. Same question from Marisela. But this time we got a, “Si!” The nice looking young Mexican man recommended one back by the Cathedral.
Se acepta comúnmente que Puerto Vallarta fue fundado en 1851 por don Guadalupe Sánchez quien llegó a este lugar con su familia el 12 de diciembre, procedente de Cihuatlán, Jalisco.
Got it?
We said Gracias and headed on our way back down hill and back into turisto land. Perfecto, we both thought. We needed some more exercise.
Again, our mouths dried up. But this time we stopped for paletas. Strawberry fruit bar for me (REAL juice and fruit, delicioso!!!) and lime for Marisela. Yum! We had to quickly lick them, bite them, ingest them in whatever way was possible before the dripped onto the sidewalk or our hand. Again, yum! Just enough liquid and fructose to carry us on our way to Parroquia de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe Cathedral.
Hmm, we didn’t see a restaurant fitting this guy’s description. Onward. But before Marisela left me in the dust with her professional sailor walk which magically appears once she hits shore, I eyed some quaint buildings up the hill. Hola, amiga! Let’s try going UP! Good idea, girlfriend, she replied. So up we went . . . until we found Gaby’s. : ))))) That was da spot!
 Sj standing on an elephant’s head near Luang Prabang, Laos |
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