Why I Love to Read and Why I Share My Love With You

Reading has always been my escape. I have been told that I am “too sensitive” or “too emotional”. In reality, yes, I am. I do not like watching the news because it upsets me on what is happening in the world. To know that human beings do such horrid things to others. I do not like going grocery shopping or go to the mall because everyone is in such a hurry that they are not aware of others around them. I have been ran into with carts with no apology, dirty looks when I smile at them or wish them a good day.

I find that going into a bookstore or reading at home is my way of escaping. Why? You are in a quiet place, you are traveling all over the world, or to different times. You become a part of a world that does not exist in real life. To me, that is everything. You have empathy for the characters, you feel that you are swallowed up into this whole different world that it becomes a part of you.

Growing up, I always laid on my bed reading. When I was at a party, you found me with a book in my hand. I always stayed up past my bedtime reading. I did it so much, my parents stopped giving me a bedtime because I never obeyed it. But, I still managed to go to school, and deal with the bullies, and the negligence of the teachers, because I had my books to escape to.

Over the years, I have realized there are more people like myself, that I did not feel alone anymore. I created My Book Blog when my daughter was a baby and I was a stay-at-home mom. At that time, I also created the “31 Authors of Halloween”, because, well, it is my favorite time of year. My daughter started school, and I wanted to go back to school to work somewhere and not worry about security, and put My Book Blog on hold. Six years later, here I am. Master’s in Healthcare Administration, and started a new blog Coffee with Lacey. A place to recommend books to anyone who is wanting to escape, even if they stay in their own homes.

You do not realize how large the book community is until you start looking online for inspiration, and find out that there is support for not only authors, but for readers as well. I wanted to be a part of the community, because I wanted to be a part of a community where I was not feeling like I was different.

There is no judgement, there is no bullying, and yet, you can have hundreds or thousands of friends who share the same interest, and they are all over the world. Not only did I want to be a part of it, I wanted to contribute to it. Something that I always wanted to do, but I wanted to give back. I wanted to share my love, and support other authors, regardless if they are indie or published.

That is my story. Something that I am asked often. Tell me your story!



Blog Tour Stop: Rose-Colored Glasses by Jo Ann Simon

Everyone has been exposed to losing a loved one. I lost almost an entire family in about a year. Reading Rose-Colored Glasses opened my eyes to know that I was not the only one.


Dear Tom,

I’m back on Anna Maria Island… missing you.

But walking down these beautiful beaches reminds me of us and makes me feel a little less far away from you. And that encourages me as I am writing our story. Hopefully this will help other people who are feeling our pain too.

I love and miss you every day, darling.



When he first saw me, Tom said that he would spend the rest of his life with me. To my surprise, he actually did. He was the love of my life. We shared a story that felt like a dream. Every moment was an adventure… and then Tom became ill. As his mysterious symptoms persisted we were hurtled through a maze of fear, tests, doubts and sorrow. But while doctors toyed with diagnoses- Lyme disease, ALS- we filled each day with joy, hope, good food, wine, music and travel. Even when death came to crush our storybook romance, we found that the human spirit is greater than the frailties of the body, greater than suffering and grief.

From the fateful tick bite on Block Island to central nervous system failure, to healing my grief and loss, I stayed afloat, upbeat, and connected to Tom through devotion, true love, and by donning my own special pair of rose-colored glasses.

It is hard to admit, but it is difficult to lose a loved one. I lost almost an entire family in a year of different causes: lung disease, heart attack, and eventually a broken heart. It was a tough year, and with each death, it got harder and harder. People were worried about me, heck, I was worried about myself. Working in hospice has also taught me that people grieve in different ways.

Rose-Colored Glasses was beautifully written. A masterpiece of every emotion wrapped up in a little package that has a huge impact on those who have experienced the same life changing event.

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