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Heartfelt Reviews…

I wanted to share this heartfelt review with you today and thank all of you who have taken the time to write and review my book(s). For the most part I have gotten great reviews, but every so often an author gets one that makes them question their very worth as an author. Many of you understood this and came to my defense through your comments. You will never know how much this has meant to me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Cheryl 

5.0 out of 5 stars A Life Changer, February 13, 2012
By
Ima Berle Eva – See all my reviews

This review is from: Uncommon Bond (Paperback)

Anyone who has ever loved and lost will understand the essence of this book! For me, it was an early love which was later, sadly lost. Quite by chance,and more than three decades later we were once again united through long distance. Our regular and lengthy conversations have helped us realize that we still care for one another and that the passage of time did not erase the feelings we once held.

For most of my adult life I had quickly pushed aside any feelings of that early love, thinking that it was wrong. I felt guilty and often fell victim to self loathing. “Uncommon Bond” helped me uncover those feelings, and most importantly, feel validated for the love I still feel deep in my soul.

Words cannot express the joy I felt in learning that it is OK to express these feelings and to allow myself to feel the joy of loving again. Thanks to C.L. Gillmore for bringing this type of joy and love back into my life through Rose and Jake.

In the final season of my life I feel comfort and fulfillment in knowing that my personal journey has brought me full circle back to my precious love of so long ago.

Ima Berle Eva

The Colors of Life…

Excerpt from the novel Uncommon Bond by C. L. Gillmore

As I sat down at Paul’s desk in our home office, I saw the reflection of my face in the blank computer screen. Who was that older woman staring back at me? The hair was still blonde, the eyes still green but the face just didn’t seem to match. I certainly didn’t feel 60. I didn’t think I acted 60 and until today, I didn’t think I looked 60! But in just a couple months, 60 would indeed happen to me, Rose Allison Flynn.

I typed in my password and checked emails and Facebook messages and was proud of myself for getting so electronically savvy in such a short time. I had used computers at school for several years but only to perform school-related tasks. Some historians have said that the advent of home computer and Internet use is as big a change as was the automobile. There is no doubt that my life has been changed by computer use, but then again, over nearly 60 years, I’ve seen a lot of changes.

The biggest change for me was living in an empty nest. I found myself at a fork in the road and at a place where I could decide on a new direction. That I was even aware of this choice is amazing in and of itself. I think many women just continue down the path of least resistance, the path that is familiar. It doesn’t seem to matter that the path has become so familiar that all the surroundings have lost their color, their smell, their flavor, their appeal. Society tells us that this is how it should be as one settles into the final phase of life, especially for women. Just when we need a boost, a change, some color, we are told that this is normal and this is how things should look.

Except for the garden on my patio, I had been walking down this colorless path for a very long time. I wondered how many thousands and thousands of women were walking the same path. Women just like me who never made their own plans and became part of someone else’s dreams. They accept this without realizing they have a choice for something different, or maybe they don’t want the choice, choosing instead the familiar.

But I know there is a choice and the choice is a personal decision. Change is difficult. Scary. And the older one gets, the harder it is to even see a need for change, let alone make that change. It may be impossible for some to choose another path simply because of the way they’re made inside. One has to have felt that difference a long time ago, somewhere along the line, even though it might have been buried in the day-to-day existence. One has to have been that person long ago who asked, “Why don’t I fit into this family? Why can’t I think like they do? Why am I able to go places in my mind when others can’t?”

These are the people who give up good jobs to pursue what they “like” to do instead. These are the people who leave everything familiar behind and move across the country, the world, to places unknown in search of a new direction, a new path, to see color once again. These are the people who look at their marriages of 30 or 40 years and decide for happiness instead of routine familiarity. I think these kinds of people are like the explorers and the pioneers. They are wired differently. I knew early on I was wired differently.

Sometimes fate or providence or divine intervention or just plain luck happens and events are set in motion that defy time and explanation. I got an opportunity to step out, and reach out to something and someone who became the trigger for my remembrance of something more, something that was left behind a long time ago.

Without a real plan for what could happen, I made an effort and reached out for a chance meeting with someone who gave me a glimpse of the color again, if only for an instant. But in that instant, I saw it. I remembered it. And I wanted it. Someone stepped back through time and into my life again…and everything routine, mundane and colorless changed.

This someone knew about my plans, my hopes, my dreams. This someone knew the person I had been when I started out. This someone knew me and because of that, I could clearly see a different path that I wanted to walk down. A path that was filled with the colors of life once again. He had been my friend, my soul friend, a kindred spirit. He had been my lover.

Forty years ago.

His name is Jake Richardson.

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