Something About Nothing Book Release Day

Under every nothing we speak is something waiting to be said if we take the time to listen. Announcing the release of the Kindle part of my new book “Something About Nothing.”  This is the description on Amazon: From selling her family on a popular website, to protecting an imperfect evergreen tree with five tops in her back yard, (What would happen if they cut down imperfect human?), author Julie Seedorf’s Something About Nothing is a collection of writings from her column of the same name that debuted in 2006. In everything that we speak to our friends and neighbors, there is a something hidden deep in the recesses of our hearts – silent, wanting to come out when we greet one another. We feel no one cares if we hurt or need a little bit of kindness to make us smile each day, and so we spend our conversations on nothings. “How’s the weather?” “How are you?” The answer is always, “Fine.” We don’t always answer with what is hidden below the surface. This collection of columns is full of inspiration, silliness, and heart. Laughter and dreams keep the soul alive. They are the something needed in our nothings of life.

In honor of the release I am going to post little tidbits of the book throughout the week on this blog. Check it out and then mosey on over to my Facebook author page, http://www.facebook.com/julie.seedorf.author to join the conversation and add your comments for a chance to win this book and others by me and some of my friends. Let’s talk about the something’s under the nothings of our lives.

Today, March 10 only, in honor of my non Fuchsia book, (Granny was upset I left her out this time) I am dropping the price of “Granny Hooks A Crook” to .99. Today only. Here is the link for that. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DVL2CVU

If you are looking for “Something About Nothing” you can find it here. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U82I2XC

Here is a tidbit from the book. Did you ever want to sell your relatives? .

I sold my relatives on eBay! Wait! Before you call the Gossip Paper and the headlines, read Woman Sells Relatives on eBay. You need to hear the whole story.

I am going to solve a problem for you. We all accumulate things. My mother accumulated many things. After surviving the depression, there wasn’t anything that she would throw out. Because I was an only child, all of those things that she did not throw out became my responsibility. I had boxes and boxes of pictures. I had pictures of relatives whose names were lost with the centuries. I had pictures of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins. Some of the faces I recognized. They were vintage pictures, some from the early 1900s.

Join us for the fun. This is going to be the discussion for the day. Head on over to my facebook page and tell us, gently if you ever wanted to sell your relatives.

Granny, A Contest and Shelley’s Book Case

contest prizesI am hosting trivia at Shelly’s Book Case today. Pop and  over and see if you how well you know Granny and Fuchsia. There is a prize. Trivia on Shelly’s Book Case

Love Them All, But Differently

Something About Nothing by Julie Seedorf published Valentine Week 2015 in The Albert Lea Tribune and The Courier Sentinel

valentineLove is amazing. I imagine it is not surprising for me to make that statement during this Valentine’s week of love. However, this week is an afterthought that coincides with the reason I decided to write about love.

It was an amazing week of relaxation, writing, catching up with old friends and family and meeting new friends. I spent the week in the Cities visiting with my grandchildren. While they were at school and their parents were at work I had the house to myself for quiet time to create.

One evening we treated the kids to dinner at one of their favorite restaurants. Our conversation turned to love. The conversation centered on valentines for school but quickly, with silly children, turned to the subject of love and who their parents loved best.

Erma Bombeck wrote a story titled “I’ve Always Loved You Best Because…” It is a favorite story from one of my favorite authors. The gist of the story is Erma loved all her children best, but in different ways because they have different personalities, and were born at different times in her life. As each child came into this world, Erma was at a different stage of her life. She didn’t love each child more, and she didn’t love each child less; she loved them equally but differently. I cry when I read Erma’s story because it touches a place deep in my heart in the way I feel for my children and grandchildren.

One day I was being silly and wanted to see what kind of reaction I would get from my children when I sent this message in a group message on my phone to all of them: “I always loved you best.” One panicked and didn’t realize it was a group message and immediately texted me back and said, “You can’t say that. That’s not fair to my brother and sister.”

I was happy to get that response because he didn’t want his brother and sister to feel bad. One of my children knew I loved Erma and was familiar with the story. She knew where the sentiment was coming from and what it meant. The other recipient saw that it was a group message and thanked me on behalf of him and his siblings. It was a good experiment, but so true. I love all of them best.

My grandchildren at the table were bantering back and forth. My grandson decided his dad loved him best and his mom loved his sister best. His sister agreed with him. Their mom and I explained that she and their dad, along with their grandmother, loved them both the same, but differently. My grandson piped up, “Grandma we need to split your heart in two but I get the bigger half.”

The word love encompasses a variety of different feelings and emotions such as attraction, compassion, kindness and affection. We have those feelings in different forms and different ways for different people. We love in many different ways. We feel romantic love for a spouse or a mate; we feel friendship love for a friend. Our love for our children is a love that is so huge it is hard to describe. That is what I mean when I say, isn’t love amazing? Isn’t it amazing we can feel so many kinds of love in our hearts? It is overwhelming if you take the time to think about it. We don’t love more or better, just differently, and somehow, we know the difference in the feeling.

However, to be totally unromantic and sensible, we all know the emotion of love comes from the brain not the heart. I wondered why and how the heart became the symbol of love. The heart has been a symbol of love since Greek mythology. I only found theories as to the reason love and the heart became connected.

My sprinkled mind was off and running wondering who came up with the word love. Who came up with the word happy? Who came up with the words that we use day in day out and take for granted in our conversations? I guess that is a column for another day.

During this week of love, show your love in different ways to different people that matter in your life. Let them know, like Erma, you always loved them best. While you are at it show a little love and kindness to a stranger. Love makes the world go round and we certainly don’t want it to stop spinning.

“Love wasn’t put in your heart to stay. Love isn’t love until you give it away.” —Michael W. Smith