Finding the Hidden Gems Amongst the Hidden Germs Jayne Bonilla

Yesterday I sneezed into my elbow… then I did an elbow-bump to my friend. Oops, was that wise? Should I sneeze into my right elbow and use my left elbow to greet my family and friends? A natural-born hugger, restraining from human contact is the biggest challenge for me. Even back in high school, over forty years ago, my English teacher Mr. Reese always said “if Jayne Daniels ever gets Mononucleosis, we will need to evacuate the entire school.” A diehard hugger, some things never change. Until now. Like all of us, I have countless questions about the Corona Virus COVID-19 as we adapt to this “new normal.” Self-quarantined, and a natural research-fanatic, I’ve compiled some of my thoughts and ideas, quips and tips, questions and basic information. Written from my heart, my greatest intention is to add levity to stamp out the “doom and gloom,” share acts of kindness, voice experientially, personally and with candor what I am learning. We are living in a fluid environment. With rapidly changing information and constant updates, we all must be diligent in staying up-to-date with accessible information. Knowledge is power. “In order to change, we must be sick and tired of being sick and tired.” Unknown  During these uncertain times, I am certain about this… it takes a village to raise a child, transparency is courageous, and gratitude is magnanimous.

To help us prepare for the storm of this pandemic, we must navigate these temporary rough seas. While we are forced to throw down our anchor and stay put, we hope to avoid the widespread hidden germs. But during this time in our lives which calls for drastic measures, there are plenty of hidden gems waiting to be discovered. Pearls of wisdom and life lessons to be learned and applied. From abundance to scarcity, we are learning to ration for the greater good.  But first things first, and worth repeating, knowledge is power. Know the symptoms of COVID-19: Fever, Fatigue and Cough. Muscle Pain and Shortness of Breath. Flu-like Symptoms. Any variety of these symptoms or if you just don’t feel good, call your doctor. If you think you have been exposed to COVID-19 and develop a fever and symptoms such as cough or difficulty breathing, call for medical advice. If in doubt, call your doctor. The best way to Prevent COVID-19 is to avoid being exposed to this virus. Stay compliant with the standards set forth by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention at https://www.cdc.gov   Stay informed and stay at home. Remain Prudent, Proactive and Positive. Wash your hands often with soap and water for at least 20 seconds (while singing the Alphabet Song.) Be vigilant. Take long walks, eat healthy, exercise and stay hydrated.

Respect your Elders…my ninety-year-old mom Adele, great-grandmother and a magnificent matriarch of our family, was recently hospitalized due to a barrage of severe medical issues. It was clear that her drastic decline in health and current diagnosis required an imminent move into an assisted living facility. Pre-pandemic, during my mom’s recovery, we spent six amazing weeks together. I was helping care for her along with an extraordinary group of nurses. Preparing her for what would soon become her new normal, it took some time for my mom to acclimate to her new environment. Remarkably mom’s health began to improve in response to a new regimen of medicine including insulin shots.  Turning a corner mentally and physically, my mom is slowly regaining her strength. My Stella got her groove back!  Enter COVID-19. Government imposed restrictions are immediately enforced in facilities that serve and care for our elder communities. I like to call it “rules of disengagement.”  This decisive and protective measure, one that is essential for the protection of my mom and our elder population, I applaud with fervor. As our parents, our children’s grandparents,  face greater risks for contracting the Coronavirus, it is crucial to keep everyone safe. Adele’s team of nurses, doctors and caregivers are exceptional. I am grateful, beyond words, for all the care she receives daily, especially in the absence of my visits. I admit to having separation anxiety, just like when my children went off to preschool, elementary school, and college. So, the child does become the parent. While on the phone with my mom last night, I decided to read her a variety of poems written by her grandchildren. As a children’s author, I was conducting story time with my mom; it was just what the proverbial doctor ordered. The poems jogged her long-term memory during a time of confusion and short-term memory loss. And we laughed until our sides hurt. Yes, laughter is the best medicine.

A stones throw away from my mom, my wonderful mother-in-law Patricia missed her first St. Patrick’s Day Parade in decades. Every year Nana marched proudly, come rain or come shine, surrounded by family, friends and bagpipes. But this year, her sun-filled terrace was quiet and somber. While beautiful Nana wore green inside her quarantined apartment, blue was how she truly felt. She chose not to make her famous Irish Soda Bread, since she could not share it with her large and loving family, which includes dozens of grandchildren only miles away.  While we hope to have the luck of the Irish,  I feel lucky that our children have their grandparents in their lives. I feel lucky to have so many  Medical Teams, Government Officials and Volunteers on the front lines who are working tirelessly for the health of our nation and the world-at-large. When it comes to staying healthy, I feel lucky for everyday that lifesaving supplies and resources become available and progress is being made to end this pandemic.

“Prevention is better than a cure.” Desiderius Erasmus “Social Distancing” is a public health practice and a set of infection control actions intended to stop or slow down the spread of a contagious disease. The CDC defines social distancing as it applies to COVID-19 as “remaining out of congregate settings, avoiding mass gatherings, and maintaining distance of 6 feet or 2 meters from others when possible.” “No hugs, no handshakes.”  Hands off. Do not touch your mouth, nose or eyes. Refrain from touching your face altogether. I originally thought social distancing meant getting off the internet. Or unfriending friends on social media. I am so relieved that it is neither. While on the internet, via your cellphone, laptop, or personal computer, the CDC recommends that we keep our electronics sterilized since our hands utilize them the most and have contact with countless germs that reside on their surfaces, including keyboards. Are you a germophobe under ordinary circumstances? If you answered with an emphatic “yes” then you are probably way ahead of the cleanliness game. Since our cellphones touch our faces, utilize your ear buds or headphones whenever possible. And sterilize your remote controls. Most importantly, keep these items sanitized by using 70% isopropyl rubbing alcohol on a dry cloth and wipe clean. A Clorox wipe is also effective. See cdc.gov for tips on cleaning specific areas.

There’s no place like home… last week I ran around in search of the almighty roll of toilet paper. Can you spare a square? Spending an exorbitant amount of money and stocking up on everything I deemed necessary should we be stuck like a duck in the muck. I impulsively bought frozen potatoes pancakes, Matzo Ball Soup mix, jelly beans, frozen pizzas and peanut butter chocolate ice cream pies. Plucking goodies and an obscene amount of junk food off the emptying shelves overwhelmed my shopping cart. I had two streams of reasoning: “better safe than sorry” and “at least I’ll be prepared for Passover, Easter and Hurricane Season in June.” Now a word to my fellow neighborhood shoppers: this is not supermarket sweep; there is no prize money awaiting you at check-out. Lord oh lord, please do not hoard. Let’s make a deal and agree to be mindful so there is enough to go around. Oh, and in a manner of speaking, kindly use your manners, “thank you.” Moving my cart aside, some customers raced (against time) down the aisles of my neighborhood store, popping wheelies on their grocery carts. I reminded them to be cognizant that we are all a part of this human race.

Beginning to feel fatigued and run-down myself, I finally self-quarantined this week, discovering that the act of stopping to smell the flowers is not only essential to oneself, but respectful and protective of others. Then there’s the magical gift of quality time. I’m not sure about you, but as a procrastinator, or the phrase I’ve affectionately coined, a “crastinator-pro” I always feel like my to-do list is long and my get-done list is short. I now realize how I’ve been chasing my tail, like an over-energized puppy, only to exhaust myself of physical and mental reserves. Many of us are wired to always be on the move; to believe that success and accomplishment are a direct result of racking up countless hours of hard work in a day, a week, a month, and a year. We even measure our worth by quantifying our efforts. Forced to shelter in place, we need to remember to engage in all that makes you and your family feel comfort and happiness. Watch old family videos, thumb through old photographs and play games. Pictionary, Charades and Scattergories are some of our family faves. Call family and friends, write letters to those in need, revisit projects or start new ones. Keep informed but break up the news with large doses of belly-laughing comedy. “A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures.” Irish Proverb Keep perspective by determining what matters most.  While working-from-home, with realistic distractions, it is recommended to practice periods of meditation, yoga, outdoor exercise and scheduled naps. On most days, dancing does the trick for me. Getting off the frenzy-go-round is challenging. Slowing down feels unnatural for many. You’re not alone. Inhale and exhale deeply. “Remain calm and self-quarantine.” There is beauty, health, physical and mental wellness in the act of slowing down, whether by choice or by chance.“The key is not to prioritize what’s on your schedule, but to schedule your priorities.” Stephen R. Covey

It’s not surprising that the emotional barometer reading in our lives is higher than normal. The pressure in the air and the virus that lurks who knows where, can make us scratch our heads (wash your hands before and after) and bring our nervous Nancy’s and help-me Harry’s out in droves. As an innate worry-wart, you’ll find me glued to the news and reading everything I can get my sanitized-hands around.  Breathing deeply, avoiding over-saturation, practicing meditation, dancing, doing what you love, and any form of positive distraction can promote feeling better. “Happiness is the highest form of health.” Dalai LamaEveryone reacts differently to stressful situations. How one responds to this pandemic depends on a plethora of reasons. It’s most crucial to acknowledge the presence of anxiety so it can be treated immediately. While stress and anxiety can affect anyone, it is often induced by fear, worrying and misinformation. Those who may respond more strongly to this pandemic are the elder population, people with chronic diseases and those at higher risk for contracting COVID-19. Those who have mental health conditions, children and teens and COVID-19 medical health provider teams may be at risk. Seek help by visiting cdc.gov Stress and Coping.

Kids should be kids…dust off the board games and “go fish” out the deck of cards. Playing games inspires quality family time, imagination, humor and conversation. Have children get fresh air and play in the yard. Being active is healthy. My favorite thing to do back in the day, when my children were young and when I was a child, was to lay on our backs on a blanket or on the bare blades of grass. We would then observe the ever-changing cloud patterns in the sky and describe the creative shapes they formed. You can then pose the question “What did you observe?” The follow-up activities include draw about it, write about it, make up stories and songs about it. Music plays an integral part in creating happiness and harmony so play music during this activity. Discuss how Every cloud has its silver lining. Discuss what good has come out of this unusual time. Read favorite books, decorate a favorite journal and encourage your children to write down their feelings, especially during this unique time. Journaling is a powerful tool and serves as a catharsis for children as well as adults. Since “children learn what they live,” our parental response to this pandemic will carry over to our children. Our children are watching us closely. Stay positive in their presence and make sure to meet your personal needs through self-love, self-care, psychological support services and the many resources available to support you. For our children, acknowledge every feeling they have. There is no right or wrong when it comes to emotions. Respond lovingly, supportively, empathetically, and patiently, as you decide what professional services are available to children and families.  During this prolonged pandemic, remain hopeful and united. “He who has health has hope; and he who has hope has everything.” Arabian Proverb

Looking through my binoculars to enforce social distancing, I’m finding hidden gems amongst the hidden germs…Everywhere I turn, I’m personally moved by what feels like a global movement.  A movement generated by so many extraordinary human beings who are rising to selfless heights. Acts of kindness are being performed that will have a positive ripple effect, creating a much-needed harmony during a period of unpredictability. Altruism is at an all-time high. Humanity at its best is breaking out, all in the name of this outbreak. I am immeasurably grateful to the medical teams that show up every day so we can stay home and stay safe. To the warriors that stand on the front lines and place the needs of others in front of their own, I am indebted. How about the couple celebrating their seventieth wedding anniversary, living in neighboring buildings in their nursing home? He in independent living. She in assisted living. Looking down from her second-floor window, her husband serenaded her from the garden below and held up flowers and a hand-made sign professing his devotion to his beloved! Immeasurable generosity that is echoed across the world during a time of crisis. I ask myself “what can I contribute during this period of vulnerability?” I’m concocting some ideas and deepening my thoughts right here on these very pages. If you’ve elected to read this, I thank you for spending your time here. Please join the conversation by sharing your experiences, thoughts and insight. “The world we have been given is a masterpiece; in order for the world to survive, we must be the masters of peace.” Jayne Bonilla Additionally, we must be the ambassadors of health. I am most inspired, filled with gratitude, patience and compassion. Let’s remind one another that “this too shall pass.” This is a time for courage, hope and to come together (but no more than 10 in a group,) as a neighborhood, a community, a country and a world. Spread the love, not the virus.

Worth Repeating: Stay abreast of the rapidly changing information at The Center for Disease Control and Prevention cdc.gov

Seek Medical Advice if you develop Signs and Symptoms including:

* Fever, Cough, Shortness of Breath, Aches and Pains, Flu-like symptoms

* Have been in close contact with a person known to have COVID-19 or have traveled  from an area with ongoing spread of COVID-19

* Call Doctor before coming into office or emergency room

* Avoid touching your eyes, nose, mouth

* Stay Home unless otherwise directed by medical personnel

When Tony Met Lindsay

In reality, Tony and Lindsay’s serendipitous meeting was nothing like When Harry met Sally…except when you know you know. And “when you meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start now!”

Thank you for starting the rest of your life now and taking us along for the initial ride! There were eighty of us privileged to bear witness to Lindsay and Tony exchanging their vows in the beautiful and quaint little town of Sayulita, Mexico. I could hear the beating of their hearts even above the pounding surf behind them. The gentle breeze grazed our tear-stained faces as Lindsay’s brother performed the ceremony. I could not contain myself, especially when my niece Lindsay mentioned her Grammy and Poppy (my parents) and their marriage and love affair of fifty-five years. While their magical ceremony took place on June 1, 2019, it was an emotional conclusion of a five-day destination wedding, famously and affectionately known to all as Viva Molina.

Try and imagine if you will, two kids falling madly in love. Lindsay Daniels, a California girl and Tony Molina, a Missouri boy. Simple enough. Add the roots of two family trees, the cousins by the dozens, the friends from all ends and lucky for us, the love fest begins. We made friends for life. We danced, drank, snorkeled, and feasted together on a seven-hour catamaran called the Alley Cat. We surfed and shopped. We gathered to watch The St. Louis Blues capture the “W” and Liverpool become the soccer champions. Our motto became “All Fiesta ~ No Siesta!” We formed wonderful bonds with former strangers. And all before the big day.

Most brides and grooms are busy getting ready for their special day.  Not our Tony and Lindsay. They played host and hostess, event planners, camp counselors, catamaran captains, our own maitre de, and even golf-cart caddies. They insisted we eat, drink and be merry and we obliged. Holy Guacamole! They coordinated, conjured, cavorted and comforted every one of us.

Their wedding was a gift not only to each other, but to each of us. It was exactly what they had dreamed it would be. It was a dream wedding for all. Which brings me back to the day at hand… where two young lovers stood hand in hand, surrounded by the deep love and support of their parents, grandparents and siblings. We danced under the stars, late into the night, celebrated into the morning and unanimously embraced every second in between, not wanting it to end.

Love is a reflection of two hearts dancing as one, two hearts beating as one, and the soul’s recognition of another for life! We love you Lindsay and Tony! We will be back to celebrate your one-year anniversary:) Viva Molina Forever!

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Empty Nester Awaits Return Flight

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It’s hard to believe that it has been four years since I wrote my first blog (as written below) as an empty nester. I still seem to be riding the emotional seesaw, shifting between ups and downs, but always craving that central point that creates the necessary balance. I have, however come to realize that the ups are equated with each of our children’s happiness and the downs are merely moments of reflection of a simpler, carefree time that had its own pair of wings, flying by way too speedily.  Let’s face it: our kids blood runs through our veins. When they are happy, we are happy. When they are struggling we struggle right along with them. Welcome to parenthood ~ the best place to live! I am grateful that our children have the courage to flap their wings and challenge themselves knowing that our nest will always be…

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Word Warrior by Jayne Bonilla

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Makayla Lynn said it beautifully, “Don’t Quit Your Daydream.” I am a daydreamer. I relish the moments I drift off aimlessly dreaming, hoping and wishing. I am a wanderer. I love wandering when I am not on anyone’s watch, especially my own, and I am free to explore the outdoors, or the indoors of my mind and heart. I am a wonderer. I wonder about so many things. I ask a lot of questions. Why? Why not? I am a research enthusiast and a student of life (who avoids detention.) I am immeasurably grateful! Writing is my freedom, my catharsis and my intention. It allows me to express freely my creative thoughts and ideas while providing me with pleasure “beyond words.” The cathartic nature of writing allows me to release bottled up concerns and worries in a healthy manner. Teaching children to journal early on has significant benefits. For all, it is a gift to the social, emotional and physical self. It has been medically proven that journaling can help reduce stress and the symptoms associated with several illnesses. My intention throughout my writing is to empower and move readers in a profound way. If my words simply entertain, then this word warrior will be grateful.

There are countless topics I want to write about. Each day I am mesmerized by someone’s story, an observation or an unexpected stranger who becomes an instant  friend. I am struck by what is going on around me. Acts of kindness, paying it forward and peaceful rights movements all lighten the load of a world that is seemingly fraught with division and disdain, violence and verbal incivility.  I desire to live and act positively. I want us to “be the change we wish to see in the world.” Mahatma Gandhi. So when I am struck, that is when my pen strikes the paper, the keys strike the page and the keyboard strikes up enough material to create dialogue.

I’d rather have writer’s cramp over writer’s block any day of the week and twice on Sunday! I’ve been writing since I was seven-years-old so that makes this year my Golden Anniversary as a writer. Freedom, liberation, emancipation. My definition of creating.  As a wordsmith and a word warrior, I consider the written word sacred because it is the truest reflection of one’s deepest self. Now as for fiction, children’s stories, made-up characters and frequent surges of idea-producing right brain activity… I’ll admit, I am pleasantly surprised when I come up with some of my most random tales. As for writing humor, my recent dabbling is producing its own laughs. That I’ll save for another blog.

I may be only one person, but I proudly have a marriage license, carry a driver’s license and take advantage of my creative license. I have been known for elaborating and celebrating. I’ve met many wonderful people and never met-a-phor I didn’t like. I didn’t get into writing. Writing “got into me!” I hope you get to do whatever it is that gets into you. Continue to be yourself because everyone else is already taken. Thank you for allowing me to share this platform to indulge you. Share if you care to. By all means, add a comment at the bottom so we can turn my monologue into a dialogue. After all it takes two to tango. Peace, Love and Kindness… Jayne

 

When It Rains It Pours Jayne Bonilla

While “when it rains, it pours” commonly has a negative connotation, the original, high-profile use that popularized the saying was designed to be positive.  It dates back to 1911, when the Morton Salt Company developed a new breakthrough in table salt technology.  Until then, most table salt was sold in a raw, coarse-grained form that clumped and caked when rainy weather made the air in a house even slightly humid.  The Morton food scientists solved this problem by reducing the grain size and adding a small amount of an anti-caking agent. As a result, the salt didn’t cake and clump. It could be poured or shaken out as nicely as dry sand, even when it was humid indoors due to the weather. The Morton execs asked their ad agency – the renowned N.W. Ayer & Son firm – to create a catchy ad slogan for this new and improved salt. Ayer admen eventually came up with a winner: “When it rains, it pours.” 

Call me old-fashioned, but I propose we honor the positive meaning that originated back in the day.  Is the glass half full? I believe it’s brimming over the top. Why just yesterday, on a beautiful (not a cloud in the sky) afternoon, the last place I wanted to be was anywhere with four walls.  But the cupboard was bare and the fridge needed stocking. So off to the grocery store I  ventured. My neighborhood Publix, whose slogan is “Where Shopping Is A Pleasure,” was packed as usual. I raced down the aisles like I was on a shopping spree with a grand prize awaiting me at check-out. No such luck. The only thing awaiting me at check-out was  a long line with tantalizing impulsive buys on the shelves to my right and left. Headlines on magazines kept my preoccupied while the line moved along. Throwing in the unnecessary pack of gum, grabbing a cold water bottle to go and giving in to my obsession with my favorite magazine, I finally reached the register. “Did you find everything you needed?” the friendly cashier asked. “And more,” I admitted with a hearty chuckle, looking at all the items I didn’t need.

My cheery disposition was suddenly interrupted by the clap of thunder, sizzle of lightening and pounding of a torrential rain that landed on the store roof like pebbles on steel. With a basket overflowing with groceries, ice-cream threatening to melt and my umbrella snuggled away in the trunk of my car, it looked like Publix had now become Where Stopping Is A Pleasure.” While people around me moaned and groaned in a chorus of complaints, I took it in my stride that nature was overdue for a good bath, and the ducks would finally be able to swim in the deep end of the lake again. I was considering the list of movies I’d saved for a rainy day. Sometimes we’re forced to slow down. I chose to enjoy this unexpected gift. But what happened next, was the truest of unexpected gifts. 

A young employee approached me as I stood by the exit, waiting for the rain to subside. He had on his yellow Publix raincoat and carried a gigantic Publix umbrella. “My name is Daniel. May I escort you and your groceries to your car?” he asked. Before I could respond, Daniel took off his raincoat and insisted I wear it and then handed me his umbrella. This seventeen-year-old was compassionate, thoughtful and understood the true meaning of going “above and beyond,” He was wise for his years and demonstrated a sense of goodness. Daniel is the 1911 definition of “When it rains it pours.” No matter the weather, he poured on the kindness. He is my Morton.

We ventured to my car, me in a Publix raincoat, both of us sharing one robust umbrella. We dodged some of the raindrops as they began to fall softer and softer upon us.  I told Daniel to congratulate his parents on raising a fine young man and for teaching him the value of thoughtfulness and manners. By the time we reached my car, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. While we teamed up and placed my groceries in my trunk, one of the bags broke open and an item dropped to the ground. It was Morton Salt. Daniel and I laughed out loud. “When It Rains It Pours!”

 

 

What Matters Most… Jayne Bonilla

pexels-photo-1021051.jpeg  When we respond to the rhetorical question “What matters most,” our answers become the declaration of who we are and what we believe to be most important. It blends our past theories and experiences with our current existence and belief systems. I am fascinated with the idea that if you ask a thousand people the same question… you’ll get a thousand different answers. Some responses to “what matters most” may have a familiar ring to them, but each answer will be as individual as each individual.

Recently my husband Rich and I were celebrating with our children in their neck of the woods. Admittedly, I have struggled with Empty Nestor Syndrome (since my children went off to Kindergarten.)  So,it is no surprise that our children will always be “our babies” to us. As loving, thoughtful, hard-working independent adults, each living on their own between Brooklyn and Philadelphia, traveling to be together is hands-down “what matters most to me!”

During our get-together’s we always indulge in food frenzies, sporting events, theatre, museums, strolling through the most beautiful parks, football toss and the constant search for the best breakfast venues. Honey’s Sit ‘n Eat on South Street in Philly and Jane in Soho, Greenwich Village are our top picks thus far! We’d planour day around our meals and restaurant reservations. Engaging at one of the many delicious restaurants that are central to our visits, laughter, storytelling, trying to get a word in edgewise and frequent toasts are wedged between eating and drinking. Confession: I am the “toast queen” of the family so it’s a given that I will lay down the first toast.Guilty of giving long-winded, novel-length toasts, my children (kindly) direct me to keep it short and sweet.

We raised our glasses on this one particular evening, I said “here’s to what matters most!”  We took a gulp before spring boarding into the meaningful dialogue that ensued; an insightful family. conversation sparking responses as distinct as each one of us. Rich took the helm and reiterated his role (model) position in our family to provide unconditional love and support in every way, shape and form. His fatherly and patriarchal confidence instilled the same in us. I loved listening to each of our kids as they described their individual goals and how they wish to pursue their chosen paths. They were cognizant of what mattered most in their lives.  Family, gratitude, health and mindfulness were unanimous in response to what matters most to each of us.

Is “what matters most” a question or a statement? I believe it serves as both. If you ask yourself what matters most in life, it becomes an introspection. When your response is released through words and expressions, it becomes your affirmative personal statement. Being authentic with your response and honest with yourself will allow you to keep your priorities in check. When “what matters most” is aligned with your intentions it will resonate and become your beacon to lead you to fulfillment. “What about you, Mom?” It was my turn to respond. After all I made the toast that became the catalyst to our thought-provoking word exchange. Hmm … “I believe that what matters most is “knowing what matters most.”

“Knowing what matters most” has become my GPS; Guide to My Personal Statement.  I have always known what matters most to me. My GPS remains my life compass in the event I get lost. I use it to navigate the course. Knowing what matters most always leads me home. Some days I follow the trajectory of my path. Other days I lose my footing. My favorite days are when I create a brand new path. All days I remind myself that the road to success is always under construction and that “fulfillment, is a planted seed, that must be nurtured not guaranteed.”

I raise my glass to you all. L’chaim!

Jayne Bonilla is a passionate mom and a compassionate person, who is crazy about writing, storytelling, paying it forward and making people laugh.

Check out Jayne’s website at http://www.makeashortstorylong.com and feel free to email her at jayne.standupforyourwrites@gmail.com