#WeLoveAFringeFighter

  As a five-feet-two-inch, baby-boomer female, born in the United States of a Sicilian-immigrant, I've experienced, at various times in my life: parents who believed girls shouldn't go away to college, teachers who felt threatened if I asked a question they couldn't answer an ex who believed in 'women's work' and 'men's work' bosses who said I was "too pushy" men who didn't like my "attitude" women (and their husbands) who thought I was "setting a bad example" fashion designers who tell me what a 60-year-old woman "shouldn't" wear doctors who assume because I'm over fifty, I'm taking medications strangers who ask me if my father was in the mafia a helluva lot of … [Read more...]

The Characters in The Secret Spice Cafe Trilogy

  Reading The Secret Spice Cafe Book Series? Below is a fun chart that illustrates who each character is in relation to the others. If you click on it, it 'should' enlarge, but if not, and you'd like your own full-size printable diagram for easy reference, email publicist@patriciaVdavis.com  and we'll send you your own, free copy. Happy Reading!      … [Read more...]

Cow, Lovely Cow

We use the idiomatic expression "sacred cow," and sometimes don't know what it means. It comes from a literal sacred cow or sacred bull, which is an actual cow or bull that's treated with unprecedented respect. In certain religions, a cow is considered so holy that it must never be harmed. What this means is that in some instances, people who adhere to this belief will starve to death rather than kill a sacred cow to eat its meat. Imagine believing in the sanctity of a cow so much, that you're willing to die for it. Imagine readily allowing your own children to starve to death rather than killing and eating a sacred cow. Photos abound of starving men, women, and children, their bones … [Read more...]

On the Mistreatment of Nora Roberts

  You’ll rarely hear me complain about the publishing industry on social media platforms. Don’t get me wrong—my family and fellow writers hear plenty, but that’s private. I figure, if I don’t want to hear you complain about work, you don’t want to hear me. It’s like author Tim Chizmar said, “You’re the one who wanted to come to the party. Don’t gripe about the hors d’oeuvres.” But I’m breaking my no-complaint rule today, because I think book lovers should be aware of something that’s taking place in the writing world right now, that isn’t just a plate of lousy hors d’oeuvres, to use Tim’s metaphor, but a plate of dog droppings that many authors are being handed. And this ‘plate’ is … [Read more...]

A Loving Parent, A Tormented Child

I was just thinking about how many grown people I know who are still being emotionally manipulated by their parents. Not only young adults, either—I know people with more than half their lives over who are still having their strings pulled and their buttons pushed by the people who brought them into this world. I’m not talking abusive parents, I mean parents who love their children, but who expect certain behavior from these adult children. They don’t demand the behavior— they blackmail the behavior out of their kids. And by blackmail I mean they hold the love their children feel for them hostage to their demands. There’s an unsaid subtext of demand in every invitation, every request: "If … [Read more...]

A Pot of Flowers

There was a time when I lived a very unhappy life, that, for a number of reasons I knew I'd be stuck living for a while. I know this is true for many of us. We're stuck, not because we're afraid to make a change, but because there are factors that don't allow us to make a change right away. When I was in this situation, the easiest thing would have been to be miserable every day--marking off one unhappy day after another until I could, for lack of a better word, "escape." I refused to do that. I refused to let my unhappy situation drain every bit of joy from my existence. So, instead, I concentrated on short moments and small things, all scattered throughout my days that gave me tiny … [Read more...]

Why I’m Sad

Learning and passing on what I’ve learned to others has been one of my passions since I can remember.  I believe the more I know, the better my decisions will be, and as a result, the better my life will be. I have proof that this is so, because I started out in life with a tribe of people who lived in fear mostly because they were uniformed. Because they were uninformed, they relied on others to tell them what to think and do—a friend, a family member, a spouse, a doctor, a dentist, a politician, a priest, a radio show host, a newspaper—always knew more than they did. That was the tribe’s assumption. Whether the friend, family member or spouse knew any more about the subject at hand than … [Read more...]

I Kid You Not

You know how they always tell you, "if you don't like yourself, how can you expect others to like you?" Well, I've discovered that's only true in part. There's a flip side to it. When you don't like yourself, you are drawn to others who also don't like themselves. They feed off your low self-esteem as you use them to reinforce your negative idea of yourself. They treat you not necessarily as you want to be treated, but as you expect to be treated. And here's the tricky part: Should someone come along--someone with high self esteem, who sees the best in you, who has a higher opinion of you than you have of yourself, simply because that's their world view--it will scare the crap out of you. … [Read more...]

Good-bye, Mom

    Well, it was barely five p.m. when I poured this glass of wine, and it's a big glass, too. I'm going to finish it all up, and maybe have another. I've just come back from the airport to a spotlessly clean guest room. The guest bath has all my little tchotchkes back it--the basket of soaps, the trinkets I'd moved off the vanity to make room for my son's toiletries. We're way past the years of eye-rolls, of "I'll clean it when I get back, Mom." He left it spanking clean. It looks pretty, but I don't want it pretty--I want to see his razor, his toothbrush and toothpaste. I want to see the towels not hung in perfect, visitor-ready precision. I want to open the guest room door … [Read more...]

Some Secrets About Them

I need to tell you the "secret" of who the beautiful young woman in the photo above is to me, and why and how she came to be the star of the final book trailer in The Secret Spice Cafe trilogy. First of all, the book trailers. How lucky I am to know (very well, in fact) an indie film producer with an enormous amount of talent and creativity, as well as determination. He's taken the idea of a book trailer which, for those who don't know, is much like a movie trailer, and made them into two-minute major productions on their own. He's even written original music, ("The Queen Mary Suite") to score these trailers, and I'm so pleased with, proud of and thankful for them. Even with the number of … [Read more...]

A New Door

There's nothing more profound that I can say about the coming of a new year that RUMI does not say in this beautiful poem: This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and attend them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Welcome difficulty. Learn … [Read more...]

Thank you

As the year draws to a close, and some celebrate Christmas, I think it's a perfect time to say thank you to you. It means a lot that my words resonate and that there are those who will take a portion of their hard-earned wages to purchase my books, or give me the even more precious commodity of their time reading my posts. I've met so many remarkable people, and learned so many things I otherwise wouldn't have, had I not dared to "venture out into the world" with my words and stories. It's gratifying that they've been well-received (for the most part) and I'm grateful that those who might disagree with my thoughts take the time to share their own beliefs with me. I've had several readers … [Read more...]

Holiday Misery

  When I was a child, I remember getting an odd feeling in my stomach every Christmas. I saw things around me--on the telly, on the car radio, in the shop windows--that all promised excitement and so much fun. I was waiting for Santa, and that was an exhilarating thought when one is young and believes. But at the same time, I had this knot of dread too, over what, I wasn't sure, but I realize now, it was the knowledge that something bad was going to happen at home. And it did, like clockwork, every year. Because my mother was stressed, like so many other adults at this time of year. Holiday stress comes from the idea of "should." What we think should be as opposed to what is, what … [Read more...]