Friday, December 1, 2017

Meet the single members of the Bravo 400’s – Officer Jacobs, Officer Mang, Officer Perales, Officer Rodriguez, and Officer White


The Bravo 400’s shift is split evenly between single and married officers.  Today I want for you to get acquainted with the singles:



Officer Jacobs

Amanda Jacobs, or ‘Mandy’ as her friends call her, is the lone female on the shift.  Mandy’s fondest childhood memories of are those in which she’d curl up on her father’s lap and watch old reruns of “Chips”.  She decided at a young age as she watched Erik Estrada and Larry Wilcox that she wanted to be a police officer.  Her father told her she would make a great police officer, and she believed him.  She never lost sight of that as she pursued a criminal justice degree from Texas State University.  One day a recruiter from the Corpus Christi Police Department was on campus and he sold her the city of Corpus Christi.  She has never regretted moving there and loves working for the CCPD.

She does have a boyfriend, Ryan, whom she met at Texas State.  She loves him, but he remained in San Marcos as she began her life in Corpus Christi.  The distance is hard, and her job doesn’t make it any easier.  He often voices his distaste for her chosen profession.  Not because it is a dangerous job – but because it is a male-dominated field and he doesn’t like that.  He is jealous and untrusting of Mandy, though she has never given him reason to be.  Mandy believes the answer to their problems would be a move for Ryan.  He could easily re-locate to Corpus, meet her co-workers, and realize he has nothing to worry about.  They could move forward with their lives. You'll see as you read how that plays out.

Mandy loves being a member of the Bravo 400’s.  She never had siblings, but now works 40+ hours a week with men she calls brothers.

Officer Mang

Alex Mang is arguably the most intelligent member of the Bravo 400’s, and easily the most professional.  He grew up in a strict household and was groomed to grow up and become a surgeon, just like his father.  As a boy he always admired police officers and dreamed of becoming one.  But he kept it quiet as he feared the disapproval of his parents.  He began to walk the path that was set out for him, and started pre-med, but his heart was never in it.  Much to the shock and disappointment of his parents, he quit the program and joined the police academy instead.  He loves the work, and is good at it.

Alex is the only member of the shift to have been in a police-involved shooting, at the start of our story.  He actually killed a man, a fact no one would ever guess upon knowing him (but you’ll have to read the book to hear more about that incident.)

Alex is truly single.  No girlfriend, no desire for one . . . yet.  His age is creeping up on him, however, and he is starting to think about seeking out a relationship. 

Officer Perales

Danny Perales is the youngest guy on the shift, the rookie fresh out of the academy.  At the start of our story he is actually still a probationary officer with a field training officer.  He remains on the Bravo 400’s after his FTO period ends, as they had an opening on shift and he was a well-liked rookie.  Sarge wanted him, and made sure he stayed on shift.

Danny is happy to remain on the Bravo 400’s and especially appreciates the closeness of the shift as it is something he craved and never had.  His parents divorced when he was a young boy, and his mother blamed the failure of her marriage on his very existence.  She never wanted him, she told him time and time again. At the start of this story Danny’s closest relationship is that with his mutt, Lexi.

His story begins to look up, though.  Danny meets a pretty A&M Corpus Christi Senior, Sierra, on a vehicle burglary call one evening.  Her car is broken into.  It’s obvious on the call that there is a mutual attraction, but Danny doesn’t act on it, being a rookie who is a stickler for the rules.  He runs into her later at her part-time job at Starbucks.  They begin a relationship that is a sweet love story between two very sweet characters.

Officer Rodriguez   

Adrian Rodriguez is another young member of the shift, only 24-years-old.  He’s attractive, knows it, and flaunts it.  He does have a touch of cockiness but is still well-liked.  He has a good sense of humor and a good work ethic.  He can be depended on.

Adrian plays the field.  Everyone knows it.  It isn’t anywhere on his radar to settle down, and he seems to be dating a new girl just about every week. 

Adrian gets along with everyone on the Bravo 400’s, but is especially close to Mandy Jacobs, as they attended the police academy together.  He gives her a hard time about her boyfriend Ryan, calling him ‘make-believe’, but it’s all in good fun and they have a close relationship.  Mandy and Adrian are like brother and sister.

His ‘player’ days are threatened as he meets a girl along the way named Chantel who he may want to keep around for more than a week….

Officer White

Brian White is the only member of the Bravo 400’s who is NOT missed at the shift gatherings he chooses to skip out on. 

White has a reputation of being a call-dodging, lazy, arrogant dirt bag, and he seems to be okay with that.  He sits in the back away from his shift-mates at show-up, speaking only to criticize something said or to complain.  He does the minimum asked of him, sometimes even less.

Brian is divorced, and he will be the first to tell you he left his wife because she “got too fat”, in his own words.

There is more to Brian’s story though.  I’ll let you find out what that is as you read the book.

Next time around I am going to introduce you to the five married members of the Bravo 400’s, so be on the lookout for that.  I’m getting excited for this release and hope you are too.  “Final 42” will be available on FEBRUARY 27th on Amazon, Barnes & Noble Online, and eLectiopublishing.com. 

Until next time . . .

Monday, November 13, 2017

Meet the supervisors – Sergeant Torres and Corporal Harris




What you will learn about the Bravo 400’s shift as you read “Final 42” is that they are a close-knit shift. A big contributing factor as to why they’re so tight is because they are led by two men who are not only good leaders, but who respect and genuinely like one another.

Sergeant Gabe Torres is the man in charge. Sarge is a retired Navy Gunner’s Mate, ‘an old salty dog’, some may call him. He retired just before 9/11/2001 and joined the Corpus Christi Police Department because he wasn’t finished serving. Sarge is a serious man, an intimidating man, but his kind eyes give hints to the integrity behind them.  He and his wife, Eva, are parents to two adopted daughters – Victoria and Veronica, now college students attending the same university.

Sarge leads his shift in the same manner he did as a supervisor in his Navy days, trusting the man below him, never micro-managing or looking over his officer’s shoulders.  Sarge is often quiet and sometimes unreadable, but the shift respects him and likes working for him.

Corporal Jared Harris is jokingly called ‘The Cool Corporal’, because of his ‘cool as a cucumber’ approach to police work and calls. He never loses his composure, never shows emotion even on the worst of calls he has to deal with. He loves his job, but sometimes imagines a different life as his wife, Becca, hates his chosen profession.  He and Becca, an elementary school teacher, share one son – Max, who is seven-years-old and in the 2nd grade. 

For a short-lived time, the Bravo 400’s shift was near perfect, under the supervision of these two.  Of course, things change. Learn what happens to Sarge and Corporal when you get your copy of “Final 42”, set to be released on February 27th!

Be on the lookout for my next character intros. I’ll be telling you all about the single members of the Bravo 400’s.



Until next time . . .

Monday, July 17, 2017

More than can be measured


It’s already July, 2017. WOW.  I said at the beginning of the year that I’d blog more about what I am grateful for and I haven’t done enough blogging.  Not because I lack things to be grateful for, or the gratitude itself . . .

I’m going to remedy my lack of blogging with a post about what I thank God for every day, without fail.

My kids, of course.  My offspring.  My crazies.  My half-dozen.

Faith Ann, Caroline Mae, Scarlett Clare, Thomas Michael, Barrett Gabriel, Marian Grace.








Some reading now are totally thinking, yikes, six is a lot! And that is correct.  Six is a lot. No doubt about that.  I really couldn’t have guessed that I would have a large family.  My husband and I both hoped for at least four, and were blessed with super fertility.  Now I can’t imagine anything else.

I don’t have to tell you that it’s hard.  Everyone knows kids are hard. One kid, twelve kids, whatever your number, you know how trying parenting can be. 

From the very start, little ones come out demanding a lot.  Nourishment.  Attention.  Cleaning up after. Those are the just basics.  And each one is different, so you may think you kind of have it down after the first, and the next will come out with a totally different personality.

They grow out of the baby stage in one blink and become toddlers. Oh. Toddlers.  Toddlers are cute.  And terrifying.  Ticking time-bombs that can throw tantrums over the color of a sippy cup, and then fall asleep on you within the hour, suddenly looking like angels, melting your heart.  Terrorists.

I may be getting off track here – I suppose I could blog all about the hardships of kids, but this was originally about gratitude, correct?  Yes, the hard is real, the hard is H-A-R-D.  I mean, 100% honest, most difficult job I’ve ever had.  But that’s not what I’m blogging about today. Moving on.
Let me tell you what I'm grateful for.

I’m grateful for the laughs.  The laughs I get when I’m tickling them, or when their Daddy is chasing them around the house.  The belly laughs I hear when they’re playing together.  Oh, I really love those.  Seeing your kids loving on each other, that sweet sibling love, is the best.



I’m grateful for the snuggles. The weight of a baby when they fall asleep after nursing.  The weight of a toddler who crashed after playing too hard.  The weight of a six-year-old, who fell asleep watching a movie on the couch, while transferring her to bed.



I’m grateful for the kisses.  The early baby kisses that are way too slobbery but adorable.  The “Mommy, you didn’t kiss me goodnight,” second kiss from a 4-year-old who is just prolonging bedtime.  The kiss you see your baby give your husband out of the blue, just because.  The kisses never get old.



I’m grateful for the moments I feel proud.  I remember when my oldest first started recognizing letters.  I remember my second baby being sent home with a letter from her teacher explaining that she was reading at almost a second-grade level, while she was still in Kinder.  I remember watching my son hit the ball with all of his might off a tee, his very first time.  I remember my sixth baby’s first steps towards me.  I laughed, and cried, at the same time.  My heart swelled with pride.



These kids.

I’m telling you, they have me on my knees asking God for the grace and patience to parent them well.  Then they have me on my knees thanking Him for the blessing that they truly are.  He tells me time and time again – “This is exactly where I want you, taking care of these children I’ve entrusted to you.”  I feel it, with my whole heart.

So, simply to say that I’m grateful for these children, it just doesn’t feel like enough.

I always tell each of my kids “I love you more than can be measured.”  And it’s true.  “To the moon and back”, is cute, but there is a stopping point to that.  My love doesn’t fit on a scale. 

“More than can be Measured” is the title of a book I’d like to write one day, about my parenting adventures.  But I’m only eight years in, so . . . many, MANY more parenting adventures await me. 

For now, suffice it to say – I am oh so grateful to God for my half-dozen.  Almost too grateful for words.


Until next time . . .

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

On Going Back


This particular blogpost requires some backstory. 

In September of 2003, I arrived at my first duty station – Helicopter Mine Countermeasures Fifteen (HM-15) which was located at the time onboard Naval Air Station Corpus Christi (it has since moved to Norfolk.)


This is when I was a Yeoman Third Class. HM-15 admin office.



I would spend a total of three years at this squadron.  The first two, I resided in the barracks on NAS. The last year I spent in an apartment alone off-base.

Those three years were the most formative of my life.  I’ll explain.

For one, I met my husband while I was there. He was not assigned to HM-15, but to base security there on NAS.  I blogged about our beginning earlier this year. You can find that story here. http://myonedayisnow.blogspot.com/2017/02/a-love-story.html


I also joined the Catholic Church while I was there. (Again, I’ve blogged about this experience before too. Link for that one is here. http://myonedayisnow.blogspot.com/2016/04/its-been-lesson-in-love.html )

I worked with and for the best Sailors one could ask to work with.  The friends that I worked with, and shared barracks with, became like my family – there was a bond, and a trust, there that was unparalleled to any other friendships I’d known.  Those friendships were like something out of a corny coming-to-age movie or something. A mix-up of 'Real World' meets ‘Friends’ on steroids, Navy style.  We were all in our early twenties . . . well, almost all of us (calling you out now, Dennis) and we could have fun doing anything.
My Navy girls. We're at the beach in Corpus here.


We often spent weekends at country bars in Corpus (I even sang some pretty terrible karaoke a few times), organized occasional bonfire parties at the beach, but most frequently – we just sat outside of our barracks rooms, joking all night about our work and the Navy, our pasts and our relationships.  We drank beer together, ate the unhealthiest foods, played Twister.  We laughed.  A LOT.  More than normal people, I think.
Halloween 2004. We're outside of our barracks here.


We knew then, as it was happening, that it was good.  We also knew that it was temporary.  We knew we would all eventually transfer and be separated.  But I’m not sure we allowed ourselves to process that thought at the time.  I can speak for myself, anyway, when I say that I’m glad I didn’t. If I focused too much on the temporary, perhaps then I would have held back a bit, shielded myself from becoming too close to those I’d have to say good-bye to.  I’m truly glad that I allowed this group of Sailors to become my family.

If I’m being honest – when I allow myself to look back at that time, looking through old photos and such – it’s bittersweet.  Sometimes it aches a bit because I know I can’t have that magical time back.

But.

I kind of did go back. Well, not exactly. I wasn’t in the physical location.  However . . . there was an Airborne Mine Countermeasures (AMCM) reunion this past weekend in Panama City Beach, Florida.  I attended with three of my best Navy girls.  We all live in different areas now, but met up in Houston and road-tripped it all the way there.

We hadn’t all been together in a decade. Yep. A decade.  And you know the honest truth? It was as if we hadn’t skipped a beat.  Oh, you should have seen us at first, all four crying tears of joy as we saw each other.  I’m smiling thinking of it now.
My Navy girls, together and acting as if no time had passed.


We went on our trip and met up with past Sailors of the AMCM community and it felt just like the old days.  The laughter, the reminiscing, the drinking (as Sailors do, of course) – in a strange way it felt like I was back in 2004 again. It really did.  I had a blast, we all did.  It was incredible. I’ll remember this weekend forever.
The full group from the AMCM reunion, 2017


In a flash the reunion was over and we parted ways again.  I was sad to leave my girls but happy, and ready, to get home to my husband and kids.  This life of wife+mom is my adventure now. It’s one I know is fleeing fast as well, as all of our time does.

All I can say after this weekend is that I’m filled with gratitude for those times. And I’m filled with gratitude for my current times. Life is a gift, such a sweet gift.  And sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you can go back and revisit some of those sweet times.



Until next time . . .

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

A love story


Once upon a time, a 20-year-old female sailor was almost arrested for violating article 134 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice.  What was she doing, you ask?  Well, she was conducting in a nature that would bring discredit to the Navy.  More specifically?  She was drinking under the age of 21.  Even more specifically?  She was drinking a bottle of Bud Light, with approximately 8-10 other young sailors, in a friend’s barracks room.

This young girl knew she shouldn’t have been drinking underage.  But she wasn’t very bright, and was not thinking of the consequences of her actions if she were to be caught, so she did it anyway.

That evening, a young male sailor on duty (he was a master-at-arms in the Navy, in other words-military police) was patrolling the barracks.  He’ll tell you now, if you ask him, that he was bored and looking for something to do.

Well, he found something.  He found the aforementioned girl and her friends, drinking beer at the barracks, door wide open and music blaring. It didn’t seem she was even trying to hide her drinking (I mentioned already – not so bright.)

Moving along. He told that girl to show her military ID. To prove she was of drinking age, of course.  She told him then – “it’s not on me, it’s in my room down the hall, I can go and get it.”  She began walking that direction, but thought to herself, as soon as I get it and he reads it he will see that I’m not 21 yet, what am I doing?

She turned back around. “I’m not 21 yet,” she said to him. Then she began to cry. “But I’ve never been in trouble before . . . could you please just let me go?”

The young master-at-arms lectured the girl. He’s kind of a jerk, she thought, as she continued to cry.  He lectured her some more. But then, to her pleasant surprise, he actually let her go. WHEW! Lucky break!

Fast forward a couple of months.  Base security, the place where that boy worked, needed more females to work with them.  The young girl he had almost arrested, she was asked if she would be willing to be temporarily detached from the helicopter squadron she was assigned to for six months to help them out.  She thought – why not? And said yes.

Her first day at base security, who would walk by, of course, but the guy who had nearly arrested her?  Ah. But this time – he caught her eye differently.  Huh.  She thought.  Turns out he’s kind of cute.

They began to work together.  She got to know him, and couldn’t help but be attracted to him.  But there were some stumbling blocks.  He was dating a girl in the Coast Guard.  She herself, she met and dated a Cowboy for a couple of months.  During this time they developed somewhat of a friendship.  The more she got to know him, the more she developed feelings for him.

Those security shifts – they were 12 hours long.  The shifts were divided into four blocks of watches.  So you might patrol a certain zone of the base for the first three hours, then move to the North Gate of the base and check ID’s of people coming in for another three, et cetera.  That young girl, she looked at her schedule one day and saw that she and that boy who almost arrested her, they were assigned to the same zone for one of those watches.  She couldn’t help but smile.  She’d be in a car patrolling with him for three straight hours, just the two of them! They could really talk a lot.  This excited her more than anything had for a long while.  She waited in anticipation that day for that specific watch.  And then, when it was finally time, he didn’t show.  The security officer had needed him elsewhere, she was told.  She’d have the watch alone.  She was so disappointed.  She had really been looking forward to that time with him, and now she wouldn’t have it.

Time moved forward still.  The relationship the girl had with the cowboy, it didn’t work out.  And then the relationship the boy had with the Coast Guard girl, that one didn’t work out either.

An opportunity arose then for something more than friendship between those two, and the girl knew she needed to be brave.  So, she asked him out on a date.  And he said yes.

That was their beginning.  That boy and that girl, they would fall in love. 

A year into their relationship, the boy would get orders to Cuba and they would be separated for an entire year.  They would stay together still.  The girl, she would get assigned to El Paso, Texas, and after leaving Cuba and finishing his time in the Navy, he would follow her there, so that they could stay together still.

They would marry the year she would complete her contract with the Navy. That same year they would settle in his hometown.  That same year they would buy a home.  That same year he would begin the Austin Police Academy.  That same year that girl would become pregnant with the first of their SIX children.

This is our story (but you knew that already, I’m sure.)

I want to go back in time and tell that girl who was pouting on watch one night all because she wanted three hours with that boy that – guess what – you’ll get a whole life with him.  You’ll get his last name.  You’ll carry his children.  You’ll create a home with him with six little people who are a beautiful combination of you both.  You’ll spend every Sunday wrangling those kids in Mass and thanking Jesus for this incredible life you’ve been given.

Ah. I feel I need to pinch myself sometimes – how amazing is it that I got to marry that boy that I so desperately wanted to spend time with?

It isn’t your average fairy tale.  We certainly have a real marriage and it isn’t all rainbows and butterflies.  It can be hard sometimes.  We can irritate each other, wrong each other at times too.

But.  It’s good.  It’s really good.

I’m a blessed woman, in love with her husband.

We started out as this pair of kids – one a young military cop, one a young dumb girl drinking underage at the barracks – who’d have guessed we’d come this far?




Us, our first year together


Our wedding day - April 12, 2008


Austin Police Academy Graduation - January 2009


Our family today.

Until next time . . .

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Top 3 reasons I LOVE my publisher


Hello, January! Hello 2017! I don’t normally make New Year’s Resolutions, but I DO want to be better about seeing and acknowledging the things in my life I am grateful for.  I’m starting now with a blog post explaining the reasons why I am grateful for my publisher, eLectio Publishing.  (I know what you’re thinking – ‘you love them because they said yes to your manuscripts!’ – but actually, there is more . . . )

1.        They’re faith-based.  As directly stated on their website (www.electiopublishing.com) they are “First and foremost a Christian publisher.”  Does this mean that they only accept manuscripts from Christian authors? No, it doesn’t! Does this mean that they only accept manuscripts that are Christian works? Again, no. It DOES mean that they are a Christian company that seeks to put God first and seeks to put out wholesome books.  You won’t find a garbage book from this publisher.  It’s refreshing to be associated with a press whose CEO and COO have unwavering values.

2.       They’re a small press – so it’s personal.  I shared a blog post a long while ago with the benefits of a publishing house such as eLectio - http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/the-pros-and-cons-of-publishing-with-a-small-publisher - and I have to tell you my own experience has been nice, to say the very least. Last March, eLectio held their first author’s conference. At the time I still had a nursing baby and thought there was no way a baby would be permitted at an author’s conference, therefore there was no way I was going to attend.  I mustered up the courage to ask if I could bring her, and to my pleasant surprise, the CEO said YES.  My 7-month-old was in tow as I sat listening to the speakers, and as I talked with other authors in our small-group activities.  Even better than that – she was welcomed. The COO gave her the title of ‘future eLectio author’ and everyone in attendance at the conference was so sweet to my baby.  That experience really made me feel like I was more than just an author at a conference. It made me feel like I was a part of a family, the eLectio family.

3.       They publish books that I love! I have collected some books put out by eLectio. 
What you cannot see in this photo are the titles in my Kindle from eLectio authors, which include works from Parker J. Cole, Kathleen Hewitt, Chad Thomas Johnston, Maddy Lederman and Amanda Romine Lynch.  I’m going to tell you something now that you may not believe, but something that is genuinely true: I have enjoyed each and every title that I’ve read in this group.  I really have! I trust that when eLectio releases a new book, it’s going to be a good, quality read.  I can’t tell you what it means to be included in this group and to have authors I respect as my peers. It’s a blessing, one I thank God for.  One I thank eLectio for.  And one that I am grateful for!

Until next time . . .