Promo and Giveaway: Dixon’s Place

Good morning, one and all. 🙂

Today, I’d like to suggest a fun little read that will appeal to animal lovers everywhere.

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When Bill and Meghan Corradini, an affluent and self-described spoiled young couple, decide they want ducks to adorn the pond they plan to build at their dream home, neither of them can imagine the mayhem, heartbreak and joy that will ensue.

Bill decides to purchase a couple of ducks but when there are just three left, he cannot abandon the third sibling, so all three come home with him and are promptly named after players for his beloved college team, the Oregon Ducks—despite the fact that all are female. He and Meghan set about spoiling and pampering their ducks, lavishing them with love.

Unfortunately, despite precautions, tragedy strikes and it changes Bill and Meghan in a profound way. Bill tells Meghan that he wants to make a difference in the lives of abandoned, abused and neglected animals. They decide to devote their time and resources to doing just that.

Along the way, both mature and their bond is deepened and strengthened as they face numerous emotional trials, most revolving around the animals they rescue and usually end up adopting. Within short order, one animal becomes two and the additions to their household multiply. Their lives are irreversibly changed and enriched.

In caring for these animals, Bill and Meghan discover their purpose in life, serve as examples to their friends and family and realize their deep capacity for love—both for the animals they work with and for each other. Their story is inspiring and never dull. It will resonate with animal lovers everywhere.

Giveaway:

William will be awarding a $10 Wild Child Publishing GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

 

Excerpt:

Everything was perfect…with one exception. Selling our home would be more difficult with three ducklings living in my game room. They didn’t really smell; I cleaned their cage frequently. I wasn’t completely efficient, however, with making sure all of the used shavings made it from the cage to the garbage out back. Adding to the mess, Harrington, Fouts, and Dixon apparently loved taking pine chips and tossing them out of the cage, and I would constantly find shavings on the table and floor.

Meghan was adamant that I find a home for them. In new-home mode, she didn’t want anyone or anything “destroying” her perfect floors, countertops, and manicured backyard. She had visions of pristine granite as a background to her sparkling crystal butter trays, artful yard décor displayed near neatly trimmed shrubs, and an entrance that would rival any in Better Homes and Gardens.

I resisted and decided the ducks would love our new home as well, and besides, I had grown attached to the little buggers. They were no longer a novelty, a piece of “art” to go with the backyard ambiance. They were becoming a part of my daily routine, something I looked forward to, and, in turn, a part of me.

On the Fourth of July, we decided to put our house back on the market, and by then our ducklings were nearly fully grown. It became apparent they were all from the same batch: Dixon dark brown with medium brown streaks, Harrington medium brown, and Fouts beige with brown undertones. All their feathers came in, and their chirps went to chirp-quacks, similar to a boy going through puberty, and then finally into full-blown quacks.

 

About the Author:

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William Corradini, 42 years old, lives in Keller, TX with his wife of 10 years, Meghan. He is a sales manager at Staples Advantage where he has been for over 13 years.

William grew up on a ranch in Eastern Oregon and he spent most of his youth around farm animals, dogs, cats, parrots and any other four-legged furry, fuzzy creatures that decided to call their ranch home.

William has lived in the Dallas-Fort Worth area for 20 years and for much of that time had adopted the ‘city life style’. He had all but rejected his roots and his interests in animals. This all changed in 2008-and it started with him buying three ducks.

 

Barnes & Noble (Nook):

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dixons-place-william-corradini/1114877257?ean=2940016274164

 

Wild Child Publishing:

http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/memoir-c-109/dixons-place-p-416.html

The Great Travail: Diabetes vrs. Writing

As some of you may know, my 6 year old daughter was diagnosed in Dec. 2012 with type 1 diabetes. I won’t go into all the differences between type 1 and type 2, as anyone interested enough can look it up. I’ll suffice it with this… my daughter can eat anything that anyone else can eat, she just requires a shot of insulin before she can eat it. In type 2, the person’s body doesn’t like insulin–it resists it, basically. In type 1, the body, simply put, just doesn’t make any.

So, there’s the super-extra-fast skinny on the differences…

On to the point. We are in the process of getting her onto an insulin pump. We are also in the process of changing from one endocrinologist to a different one. Both of these have been extremely stressful, and getting her insulin pump has been delayed until August, if not later. I’m hoping for a reprieve and that we’ll manage to get it earlier and faster. Here’s crossing my fingers.

That being said, everything else in life has gone on hold for quite a while thanks to these issues. Diabetes, at least in these early months, is all-consuming for the caretaker(s). At least, around our house it has been. It’s learning and figuring and researching and trying to learn this pump versus that pump. It’s reading about how to pretend you’re a pancreas.

Pretending to be a pancreas is kind of like pretending to be a state-of-the-art computer from 2206. I just as well try to be a rock star or pretend that I’m an astronaut. In other words, it’s just not possible–yet it still consumes so much time, energy, and effort.

In the meantime, we’ve finally gotten to the point where we’re trying to catch up with some things at home. I’m getting a new desk. Since I”m a mom, my desk is sort of the dumping ground for pictures (I made this just for you, Mommy!), for personal grooming supplies (do you have the toenail clippers? no… er, wait… uh, eww!), for my own stuff (I know it’s around here somewhere!), and for pretty much anything and everything else you can think of (or, hopefully not… some things I’d rather not think of).

Additionally, we’re finally getting that deep freezer that I’ve coveted for years. Then there’s the garden that needs weeding and planting. Not to mention that the cherry bushes out front are being choked out by dandelions (which is a problem, because I actually like dandelions). Oh, also, there’s the small matter of cleaning up the storage room to make room for the bloody stupid freezer that I was entirely certain I really really wanted until I saw that storage room and remembered we have to clean it before… wait, what was I talking about?

Oh yes, something about writing.

I’ll be back at it soon. Except that the school year is ending and naturally, we’re right in the middle of changing doctors (both endo and pediatrician, by the way), trying to get an insulin pump, trying to clean the back room, trying to weed the garden, and trying to get my desk cleaned to make room for the new one.

Tired yet? I know I am!

But, I haven’t forgotten writing and I’ll be back to the poor old abused grindstone soon, I promise!

No, seriously.

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