Welcome back to my blog. Why did you become an author? I taught English for many years. My favorite subject was my AP English Language and Composition. Here we studied syntax and diction and elements that made writing memorable. Coupled with my regular classes with students who always wrote, I wondered—could I write a book?
Obviously, I did.
That said, you’ll never read my first writings—Praise God.
As I reflect, I always had been a dreamer and in the
dreaming, a writer. I started in third grade, paused in my authorial skills until
the horrible, angst-filled poetry stage in high school. I moved on to Sunday
school plays until the day I asked myself that fateful question: Could I write
a book?
If you weren’t an author, what would be your dream job? I
already had my dream job and am still living it. Teaching.
I always joked I lacked imagination. As a child, my parents thought
school was necessary. At play at home, I acted out classroom scenes with me as
the teacher. After college, I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted to do,
so I “did” school.
I’ve retired from the classroom, but I supervise student teachers
and teach Bible studies.
I love school.
If you could have lived at another time in history, what
would it be and why?
I’m not so sure I’d change. If I lived in the 1700 or 1800s,
I’d be dead from a hemorage after childbirth, or from the cancer I had in my
thirties or my ruptured appendix. Earlier in the 20th century we had
World War I and World War II. Any earlier epoch was probably worse: bubonic
plague, serfdom, sweating sickness, slavery.
Our society is on the wrong path today and is mentioned
daily in my prayers, but I’ve been fortunate to have been born when higher
education didn’t mortgage your life and all our mores didn’t sell our souls.
What place in the United States have you not visited that
you would like to? Alaska! My husband and I have watched every show about
Alaska. The state is gorgeous. To see glaciers and the Alaska Range and Denali
and the tundra would be a dream come true.
My protagonist in Tangled Lives dreams of
Alaska and mimics my longing (except for the cold, and my love for the
Smokies).
The bugs, rain, darkness, and -50F temps would keep me from
living there, but I’d love to see the state—the whole state.
How about a foreign country you hope to visit? I’ve
been fortunate to see much of Europe. Spain and Italy are my favorites. I’d go
to either of those countries again and again. I love art and architecture, and
these two countries abound in both.
What lesson has the Lord taught you recently?
“Hang on.”
“Pain produces beauty if you allow the Lord to work.”
Recently, I had a spate of hard situations. After a year of
decline and suffering, my mother died. A couple of months later, I had a
ruptured appendix which I think was worse than any doctor told me as I lay in
the hospital on heavy pain medication for five days.
During that time, my dear brother died suddenly. My daughter
had elective surgery. Then her father died.
I knew people prayed for me, but I couldn’t feel God. I dug
into worship and my Bible. I believed without feeling Him, that God carried me.Andrew
Ripp, a contemporary Christian singer, has a line in his song “Roses” that
makes me cry every time I hear the lyrics because of its beauty and truth: “Love
is the blood-red stain, the beauty that the pain exposes. Maybe that’s why God
made roses.”
As I exit this stage of my life, I cherish this “Blood-red
stain.”
Tell us about the featured book? Tangled Lives
is a contemporary novel. Two sisters love the same man. They share a past one
can’t remember and the other can’t forget.
Tangled Lives is the third, and final installment, of the Treasure Lives series. The story follows the life of Roxie and Crystal Snow, two of the sisters found by Meredith Jaynes in Book 1, Borrowed Lives. The past tangles their future as they learn forgiveness and decide to follow their dreams rather than their prescribed lives.
Please give us the first page of the book.
Prologue
Childhood behaves like the morning mist. Children dance and
delight, then grow and vanish into the light of their days. So many nights, I
wished my girls would mature, would give me grandchildren, would give me a
moment to myself. First, of course, go to college.
When the time arrived, and they left me, they took their
magic. Without magic, the scent of childhood wafted away in the morning fog. How
could I have understood, all those years ago, the bedraggled waifs I fostered
would steal my heart? In my reluctance to mother the abandoned children, I
never fathomed the temporary fostering would turn into everlasting love when I
adopted them.
Once more, I bit back tears as Crystal Joy, my youngest
girl, climbed into her car. Last week, we outfitted the Honda with hand controls,
so she could drive despite her spina bifida. Parker and I watched as she drove
away to the University of Tennessee to join her sister.
I imagined I heard her singing. Never was Crystal without a
song even as a child. Back then she hammered on pots and Tupperware to make
music. Her alto, always on pitch. Her fingers twitched on guitar strings or
dulcimers. In the end, my youngest daughter settled on the violin. Never did
the spina bifida slow Crystal down or make her feel inferior. Could a mother
call one child perfect?
The dust from the road settled, and I stood next to Parker
like the day Lisa Simpson tried to adopt Crystal’s sister.
Roxie.
Always the most sensitive. Perhaps the proverbial middle
child. Sweet, insecure Roxie. Too independent and too needy. Her biological
parents died of drug overdoses. Roxie had been old enough to understand
abandonment, too young to realize her parents’ issues had nothing to do with
her worth. Her oldest sister’s grandfather adopted her when she was eight. The
hole bored through my heart. It compounded sweet Roxie’s belief in her lack of
worth. Roxie believed I loved everyone more than her.
Parker looped his arm around me.
His closeness soothed. Always.
“Meredith, the girls will be home before you realize they
moved out. Now’s the time for them to heal, live their passions, and find
themselves.” He kissed the top of my head. “They’ll be okay.”
In Parker’s eyes, I hoped to see the truth of his words.
This time, I didn’t run away and hide. I let God take my fears and prayed the
sins of my daughters’ parents would no longer descend on their innocent
offspring. I prayed the love of adoptive parents and a heavenly Father would
redeem.
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