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Who loves classical music these days? My six-year-old granddaughter does. And Mozart is one of her favorite composers. She plays his music over and over again.

The other day, she pulled my hand. “I love it. C’mon, Nana, let’s dance.”

Dance? It’s not salsa, I thought. I smiled and shuffled a bit, trying to follow the beat and move with grace. But not my little princess. She twirled, jumped, wiggled, stomped one foot, then the other, and moved from here to there. Then when it was over, she was out of breath but said, “Let’s do it again.”

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JanetPerezEckles-TypepadaHave you ever worked on a piece so much that you practically memorized it? That was me when, for the umpteenth time, I rewrote the first chapter of the novel I had completed. The story, engaging and the characters, sassy and insightful. The end product was, well, in my opinion, pretty wonderful.

Then it happened. I got it back from the editor. I swallowed hard and my shoulders drooped with disbelief. The whole thing was riddled with corrections, questions, and endless suggestions for improvements. I cringed, but accepting the changes was imperative because the editor had in mind a great product and a better story. She outlined her plan for results that, no doubt, would shine.

 

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JanetPerezEckles-Typepada“Over a hundred years? Who in the world wants to live that long!” my friend said as she read the story of the man who has been documented as living the longest in modern times—a Bolivian man, reported to be 123 years old.

His story perked my interest because this toothless man and I have two things in common: we’re both from Bolivia and we both eat Quinoa.

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Author, Janet Perez Eckles

Author, Janet Perez Eckles

I’m a rare bird. I’m not afraid of snakes, not really. Could it be that I don’t see them?

The other day this was put to the test. My 6-year-old granddaughter jumped on my lap. “Nana! There is a huge lizard on the carpet.”

Huge lizard? She likes lizards and she usually guides my hand to grab them by the tail (catching them happens to be a common thing in Florida).  But this “huge” lizard might in reality be a snake.

So what does a logical, collected and calm blind Nana do? I grabbed my most effective and best weapon—a broom.

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Janet Perez Eckles

I’m dancing in my blindness and rejoicing in my disability.

Crazy statement, isn’t it? But I think you’ll agree with the reason I have joy dancing in my soul.

First, my friend, who has been there for me for years, always answers, “No problem…that was easy,” each of the dozen times I ask her to format documents, to post these blogs, or perform research for me.

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