Author: barbiepc

  • Happy Memorial Day


    Today is the day the United States of America celebrates Memorial Day. It is a day where we appreciate our freedoms while remembering those who have fallen, paying the ‘ultimate price’ for our freedom. My hubby and I celebrated the day by spending quiet time with some of our best friends, doing the things that most Americans do on this date – grilling burgers, laughing, and just having some great times together.

    While driving home on this date, I noticed cars parked in lots where families are celebrating Memorial Day. That got me to thinking about Memorial Day, and the ‘celebration of life’ happening today in Charleston, SC.

    Approximately two weeks ago, a brave 21-year-old soldier, Army Pvt. Cheziray Pressley, a resident of Charleston, paid that price in Afghanistan.  According to sources, he had been in Afghanistan only three days, and he had made the statement to a few relatives that he might not come back from Afghanistan.

    When I heard the news of his loss, I placed a brief statement in the Mail Call newsletter I write for the local VFW.  Although I never had the honor to meet this bright young man, I have had him on my mind many times. Today was his funeral, held at the Charleston Area Convention Center, appropriately on Memorial Day — to honor our loss. To all of his family and friends, I would like to say thank you for rearing a young man who wore his uniform proudly and went to a war zone recognizing that he might not return. My heart aches for all of you, especially his precious daughter who will not have the ability or freedom to know the father Pvt. Pressley would become.

    Losing a loved one is never easy, especially to a war, but freedom is not free. Sometimes we must pay the ‘ultimate price’ to have our freedoms. Many Americans take their freedom for granted, and on a date like Memorial Day we must take a moment to say thank you and to remember all the soldiers who we have loved and lost.

    If you are a Veteran, as my husband is, I say thank you. I appreciate all that you endured just so I can dance my fingers across a keyboard and write what my heart possesses. Living with a veteran who has fought in a war zone is not easy. We the wives, friends, and relatives cannot understand what happened. Over the years I have learned not to ask, and I’ve learned to have patience whenever a slight look or word sends my husband into a rage. I have learned to turn and walk away – to give him his space so he may recognize the rage he blew into was not directed at me…it’s simply how he copes. Sometimes it is easy to walk away — other times, I’d like to retaliate — but that would only create a ‘war of the roses.’

    My wish for all on this day is to take a moment to appreciate our veterans, and those we have lost. Let us not forget freedom is not free, and sometimes we must lose great people, just to be able to — F-R-E-E! Today we honor Pvt. Pressley on this Memorial Day. Thank you for your service. You will be missed.

    Happy Memorial Day. Thank you all for your service and for our freedom!

  • Shhhh…It’s a Secret — Weight Watchers Works!


    I confess, I’ve been a ‘naughty girl,’ – AGAIN! I’ve kept a secret to myself — only allowing those who are ‘the closest to me’ to know. I made this decision on March 3, 2011. At first, I would join ‘online’ – I didn’t want others to know and I was absolutely mortified about walking into a meeting that required me to weigh. Walking into the shop where Weight Watchers is located, I held my head low. I was afraid to let others see me, afraid they would scan their eyes over to see what I weighed when I plopped on the scales. Much to my surprise, when I weighed, I could not read the numbers. I took a deep breath of relief.

    Today was the day — going to the weekly meeting for about the eighth, or perhaps ninth meeting, stepping on the scales, just to see IF there was a loss this week. I am happy to report a 1.2 lb. loss. What? Only 1.2??? Now, I have lost 13.6 pounds! Rejoice!

    I confess, I lose weight extremely slowly, but today was a goal I reached, actually, I achieved that last week – just didn’t think about inquiring about a small 5% loss. My first week was ridiculous — 0.6 of a pound. Were they kidding? What’s the point of doing this??? I turned to walk out of the meeting — only to hear a voice inside my head scolding me — telling me to get my butt into the meeting room — and stay! Stay! Stay! Listen to what is being said. Shared. Stay. All of these people were in your shoes at one time!

    It’s a good thing I listen to those voices inside my head!!!

    Today, I chatted with a group of women I am getting to know thru Weight Watchers. Not bad, considering when I walked in to join, I held my head low and didn’t speak to anyone. Now, I am a Chatty Cathy, ready, willing and able to share my little goals (and slight weight gains) with others. Did you notice I did not say “Failures.” I do not consider a slight weight gain a failure, only another challenge to get moving again!

    And so I will continue my goals to achieve the weight loss, and to KEEP IT OFF! Joining Weight Watchers has given me a new outlook on myself, the foods, fruits, vegetables and Power points I consume along with a brand new attitude about life! I am proud that I am losing weight, and I am thrilled that it is beginning to show!!! As I’ve stated in the meetings, this is my commitment to myself. This I do for ME!

    Thanks, Weight Watchers for giving me “A new attitude!” This I do for NO ONE, BUT ME!!!!!!!

    Now that I am a determined member, I will keep you abreast of my accomplishments and setbacks. This week should’ve been a bad setback — starting on Monday with my husband’s ‘minor surgical procedure’ that turned into his admittance into the hospital and so much stress for me that I thought I wanted to scream. Fortunately, I did not pig out or eat anything that I shouldn’t eat. I remained strong, accomplishing a small weight loss, but one thing I’ve learned from Weight Watchers meetings — a small weight loss is a loss! An accomplishment to seek my dreams, and I definitely am described as a dream seeker, and perhaps other descriptions I will keep only to myself!

    Stay tuned on Thursday’s for more details…and if you know me…stay tuned for a dynamic change in my image! After all, I am A W-O-M-A-N! Hear me roar! You just wait!!! I will continue the 5K walks, the exercise and the healthy eating! Hear me ROAR, and ROAR and ROAR. I’m a Woman…W-O-M-A-N!  I’ll say it again…and again… AND AGAIN!

  • And This is Why I Write


    Yes, I know — if you’ve visited my blog for a posting within the past two weeks, you were a bit disappointed due to nothing new. For that I apologize. Two weeks ago I was in Cleveland, OH. Returning home late Friday night, I left again on Wednesday, driving to Columbia, SC where we (the writers and meeting planners in attendance) had a whirlwind tour of our great capital city. Stay tuned for those stories — after I recoup a bit and get my house cleaned again.

    Sometimes life does make demands and I so enjoy meeting those demands. When I started this blog, I shared plans of how a writer begins this journey as a writer. I suppose you could say, I started my journey in third grade of elementary school, writing a story titled, “My Visit to Saturn.” My dad loved the story so much, he managed to get the original story from the teacher, type it, and sent to magazines. Eureka! At the age of eight-years-old, I was a published writer. Somehow the published copy got destroyed, but the original handwritten story, scribbled in an eight-years-of-age handwriting is still in my dad’s precious scrapbooks.

    How I cherish that story. Later, in high school I wrote many things – some were assignments that teachers loved so much, they read them to the class. My class members cast me looks of hatred, while I beamed like a lightbulb. Imagine me — a mill kid – receiving such recognition.

    Flash forward to many years of marriage, a bit of unhappiness and depression. One day in the early 1980’s I was filled with such gloom I contemplated doing something desperate; instead, I picked up pen and paper and began to write my thoughts. I am pleased to say, those thoughts have never been published; nevertheless, they served as a guideline for me to do something with my life. And so, I write.

    In college, I had a great English teacher who told me writers hate to write. I disagreed with him, at the time. Now, that I am a writer, I have discovered how true his words were.  What? You say? Writers hate to write???!!!

    That is so true. When the words flow, we enjoy our work. Occasionally, we will re-read the work and recognize it is a product of our research, our paths, our journeys, along with the characters we meet. When a writer is forced to sit at the work chair, staring at a screen, a hard copy, or scribbled notations, we actually do hate to write. When that happens to me, I attempt to do something different. I’ll read. Sing. Dance. And sometimes I actually want to scream. Instead, I grab three leashes and walk with my dogs. Nothing inspires me more than to take a leisurely walk with my dogs, to listen to the sounds of nature, the scents of fresh raindrops, dew drops, Southern Jasmine, Magnolias, and the iridescent smell of Mimosa trees, or Gardenias and roses. How I love when I see my neighbors working in the gardens or sitting on the porch. Occasionally we only wave. Other times, we stop to chat a bit. When I walk with my precious pups, my mind starts to work again, and if I am able to break thru the blockage of a writer’s mind, I’ll grab my Blackberry and send an e-mail to myself with the thoughts, storylines or plots, and perhaps a few characters I’ve met, or created on my journey.

    Life is filled with stories and characters and I am blessed to know only  a few. This is why I write. To share life, experience, pain and heartache and happiness.

    More later about writing, but for now, just know I am back!

  • What Defines a Mother


    Today is a special day for family, friends and extended family members. Today, in America, we celebrate our mothers.  Motherhood is something precious to behold. We are not educated as children, or young mothers-to-be on the subject of what defines a mother. Many people think simply giving birth defines us as mothers. Hardly.

    Becoming a mother, teaching our children and watching them grow up to be responsible, kind and loving people helps us to serve as mothers.  I recall the day I became a mother, holding that precious little bundle in my arms, checking all of his fingers and toes, and glancing over him, while admiring this precious child my husband and I had created – words cannot describe how I felt.  Before long, or as I describe, in the blink of an eye, off he went — grown and ready to conquer the world on his own. I prayed that I had taught my son well. Today, he appears happy and proud of who, and what, he is, along with his accomplishments. So, I suppose, as a mother, I did my job; nevertheless; I wanted to do more than my job because never did I consider motherhood a job.

    Daily it seems we hear stories about mothers ‘leaving their children in hot cars,’ or shaking their babies, just to hush them. Do these actions define motherhood? I think not.

    All of us have our own definition of what defines a mother, and I will add my own thoughts to my definition. A mother is not necessarily biological. A mother teaches her child to grow with love and affection and appreciation to others. We teach values, respect and so much more.

    On this day, I’d like to wish all of you — Mothers — a happy and joyous day, filled with pride and love for those you have loved, reared and taught the values, morals, and ethics of what it takes to become a good citizen and a great person. Let us not teach hatred. Let us not teach bigotry. Let us not teach abuse. Let us all teach the golden rules of life. Happy Mothers Day, with L-O-V-E.

  • The Royal Wedding – Sunshine Arrives


    While watching the wedding of Prince William and Kate, the weather report was a bit sketchy; however, almost as soon as Kate arrived in the stunning, classic wedding gown and stepped out to walk towards her Prince, the Heavens appeared to beam with light.

    Perhaps this was just a coincidence. Since I am a person who truly believes in omens, visions and the symbolic reasonings of such, I truly believe it was Diana showing William and Kate how proud she is that they are married.

    Many people have compared Kate to Diana. Her style for fashions, her elegance and charm. I believe she is a breath of fresh air for our world. Independent, modern, and such a beauty, Kate will shine above the rest of the royalty, and she will make William a happy man. The chemistry between them is amazing. How hopeful I am that they will be a happy and loving couple. The wedding was beautiful, especially at the ‘proper moment for the sun to beam from the heavens.’

    Perhaps a coincidence? Hardly. The sunshine was a symbolic gesture to let everyone know Diana, her spirit and her great love for her son, was there – guiding them and giving them strength.

    Such a beautiful couple they make. How I wish them the best!

  • Happy Royal Wedding Day – Kate and William


    Friday, April 29, 2011 — The church is decorated with tall trees, flowers and all the elegance of a splendid wedding day.  The crowds are strolling inside Westminster Abbey. Women dressed in the finest of designs and spectacular hats. Men are adorned in morning suits. All the best for a great 21-first century couple – Prince William and Kate Middleton.

    For almost a decade, we have watched the love radiating from their eyes and hearts. How desperate they tried to keep their love a secret.  Paparazzi tormented Kate when she stepped out of her car – anxious to get just the ‘perfect’ shot of her — perhaps a bit too anxious.

    Today is their day! Let us all hope today is a joyous happy day for all the world, and for love.

    In 1981, I watched another Royal Wedding – the wedding of Prince Charles and Diana. I gasped when she strolled towards the church with such a beautiful princess style gown, the 25-foot train gliding so gracefully behind her. During her lifetime, I admired Diana, the strength she had, the contributions she made, the generosity and love for others. Never did she turn away from a challenge. She stood tall. It is unfortunate that we lost such a beautiful, graceful Princess Diana in 1997. It is sad that she can only watch this day in our spirits and within the heart of William and Kate and Harry.

    Happy Royal Wedding Day. Let us all remember this spectacular day while toasting the new Royal Couple! Let us hope their love story will be strong enough to stand the test of time, the tragedies and stress of marriage. May the paparazzi give them a bit of freedom as they grow.  Here’s a toast to Kate and William – may your pillow never know a word of anger. May your days be filled with love. And when life gives you disappointments, shower yourself with a bit of L-O-V-E.

  • Thank You for Your Comments Related to Veterans’ Issues


    To those of you who read my blog on a regular basis — and apparently there are many of you — I would like to thank you for your kind thoughts, stories, issues and comments. Since I wrote the story about our recent experience at Ralph H. Johnson VA Medical Center, my e-mail has been busy with interesting comments. When I wrote the second portion to that story, “Diplomacy Pays,” I have heard from wives — or should I say — the wives who have weathered the storm of a Veteran suffering with PTSD.  Additional comments from ‘second wives,’ ‘third wives…’ and so on, including compelling comments from soldiers — thanking me. The soldiers thanked me for sticking it out with my husband. They expressed that I must really understand what PTSD is like. Perhaps sometimes I do. Other times — I wish to throw in the towel while reminding myself that if I am diplomatic to Phil, and If I apply the silent treatment, perhaps the mood and rage will go away — at least, for a while! Surprising to me is the discovery that many of you have experienced the same issues I have while watching your special veteran suffering with the side effects of war.

    I suppose I should smile or snicker to myself now while recognizing the VA does not understand. Several times they told my husband he must not suffer that bad because he is [and I am quoting their words…] ‘still with your first wife…’

    I’ve written about those scenarios before, so if you are interested, research my name on Google “Barbie perkins-cooper + veterans-for-change…” and you should be able to pull up those stories.  Now, I am taking it upon myself to continue writing about the issues related to Veterans; however, there will be a twist…these stories will be from the perspective of the many wives who have written to me. Rest assured, the names will be changed, along with events…but according to my reading public, my stories have opened their eyes to how a loved one learns to cope with PTSD.

    Stay tuned for more stories. I have several deadlines approaching so if I appear a bit quiet, I am still around — working while pursuing my dream as a successful writer.

    If you have a story to share about PTSD, please e-mail me at:

    barbiepc@bellsouth.net

  • Happy Easter


    Today is a beautiful day, filled with vibrant rays of sunshine beaming down from the Heavens. Today is a day of remembrance, and a day to rejoice in the belief of God, Jesus and Easter. Happy Easter to all who are reading this blog, and Happy Easter to the world.

    It is unfortunate that our world consists of wars, hatred, bigotry and such pain. Our lives are short. Our time that we have to walk along the paths of our world are sometimes cut way too short; nevertheless, let us all give thanks for our family, for our friends who become extensions of our family — sometimes, even closer than we anticipated.  Let us all take a moment from our busy days to appreciate the freedoms we have, and to appreciate our soldiers who fight so bravely to protect us.

    Today is Easter. A special time to enjoy and be thankful. Yes, it is a day where children will frolic and play, rushing around to find the special egg or candy. It is a time when some people dress up not just in their “Sunday best” but their Easter bonnets, dresses, suits and such — just to show how proper and stylishly dressed they can be. For me, it is a day to remember my special grandmother, all that she taught me, all that she instilled within my soul. Easter is a day to remember our Lord and his resurrection. Happy Easter to all of you. Enjoy your special day with those you love, and please remember the reason for the season. Happy, Happy Easter!

  • Gulf Oil Disaster – One Year Later


    Today, one year ago, we lost eleven men during the Gulf Oil disaster – Deepwater Horizon. How I remember the dreadful tragedy. My heart broke for the families who would not see a loved one come home again, the children who would never kiss their father goodbye before leaving for work, a husband who would not share his life with those he loved. The intense flames and the gusting oil rushing into the beautiful Gulf Coast made me so angry. How could this happen, I asked.

    Now, most people still remember the disaster — but do we really know the names of the eleven who died? Allow me to introduce them:

    Jason Anderson, Bay City, Texas, a father

    Aaron Donald Burkeen, 37, father and husband, a resident of Sandtown Community, Mississippi – reportedly, he died a hero striving to get everyone to safety.

    Donald Clark, 49 from Newellton, Louisiana – husband, reportedly scheduled to leave the rig the following day.

    Stephen Ray Curtis, 39 from Georgetown, Louisiana – active in his church and he loved spending time with his family.

    Gordon Lewis Jones, 28 from Baton Rouge, Louisiana – he left behind a wife who was pregnant with their second child.

    Roy Wyatt Kemp, 27 from Monterey, Louisiana – a religious man with a wife and three children.

    Karl D. Kleppinger Jr., 28 from Natchez, Louisiana – he loved barbecue and NASCAR. He was a husband and father.

    Keith Blair Manuel, 56 from St. Amant, Louisiana – engaged to be married, until—.

    Dewey Allen Revette, 48 from State Line, Mississippi – husband and father of two daughters.

    Shane Michael Roshto, 22 from Liberty, Mississippi – married with a three-year-old child. Inscribed within his hard hat were his anniversary date and his son’s birthdate!

    Adam T. Weise, 24 from Yorktown, Texas – he loved playing football and was a outdooors kind-of-guy.

    These men had character and strength and we will miss them. We will also miss all of the wildlife that died. I cried when I glanced at the TV seeing brown pelicans covered with oil, unable to move or fly or do anything to protect themselves.

    After the news continued to escalate about this tragedy I became angry with BP. How could they allow this to happen?  CEO Tony Heyward did not appear to be concerned. He appear more concerned with ‘getting his life back…’ Isn’t it sad that he wanted his life back when eleven men would love to be home with their loved ones. Today, we rarely hear about Tony Heyward. Perhaps that is good.

    The Gulf Coast is a beautiful, pristine coastline, and I am hopeful that all will return. Reportedly, the shores are cleaner and the seafood is safe. Things are returning to normal and I am hopeful those are true statements. I plan to return to the Gulf Coast again someday, and I will research to see how sugar soft the sands are, and of course, I will look for pelicans. Still today, I wanted to reminisce a bit — to remember the people we lost. The tragedy of losing loved ones and wildlife. The Gulf Coast is such a special, beautiful place. The culture is rich. Restaurants and hotels are some of the best anyone could ask for. The people are proud and extremely friendly.

    Since the Gulf Oil tragedy I haven’t patronized a BP station and I still go out of my way not to patronize. I am making a statement, I suppose. I want to remember the tragedy, especially those brave eleven men who lost their lives, exactly one year ago — today on April 20, 2010. Rest in peace.

  • Diplomacy Pays – When Dealing with the VA Hospitals


    A few weeks ago I posted a blog on this site about a dreadful situation at Ralph H. Johnson VA Hospital, Charleston, SC. If you’ve read it, you recall I discussed a situation with a nurse named Hannah and her abrupt demeanor. Perhaps she was having a bad day. Perhaps she was fighting PMS. Perhaps she thought I would simply slip under the woodwork. Hardly! Nevertheless, her excuses for her behavior are unacceptable and I hope she learned from this experience. All of us have difficult days; however, we must remember that when we are in the service or a professional industry, we are dealing with people. If we come across as ‘bitter’ many times, people will retaliate with defense mechanisms. Fortunately, I inhaled. Exhaled. I took a deep breath and gave her a piece of my mind — only with diplomacy!

    The next day, I compiled my notes while caring for my husband and his neck pain. Writing the story, I posted it here, sharing the experience with my reading public, in hopes to educate others. I sent a copy of the blog story along with a letter to the appropriate authorities at Ralph H. Johnson VA Medical Center.

    An Apologetic Reply

    Last Thursday, I spent a bit of time on the phone with someone from the hospital. Unfortunately, since I was packing to go out of town, I failed to jot her name down; nevertheless, it was apparent from the phone conversation that the story has been publicized a bit at the hospital and there is an ongoing investigation. Later, on the way to Atlanta, GA, my cell phone rang. Since I was driving, I did not answer. After checking into the hotel, I pulled voice mails, receiving a call from another medical professional at the hospital. I phoned his cell phone and we had another interesting conversation, along with more apologies for the situation.

    Practice Diplomacy

    So, the bottom line for this posting — who cares — perhaps you are saying? As an advocate for Veterans, I would like to share — diplomacy pays when dealing with situations at the Veterans Administration, or at a Veterans Hospital. While it is true that many veterans get annoyed when waiting, like cattle headed to pasture, diplomacy does pay. If you are dealing with illness, or anxious to hear from the VA about your claims, it is best not to go on the attack. As I’ve stated many times in Mail Call, a newsletter publication I write for a local VFW, the squeaky wheel gets the oil. If you approach with kindness and diplomacy, people listen. Yes, it is true, the VA appears to move in slow circles — but if you go on the attack, are rude or impatient — this only leads to negative actions and reactions. My husband has filed many claims related to his illnesses from Agent Orange, PTSD, Diabetes, etc…etc…etc… At times it appears that he is lost in the shuffle, but — still we practice the rule of diplomacy! I do find it an interesting footnote that when our Veterans return from war, they still must battle an intense, emotional war to get what they were promised and still deserve.

    Coping with the Stress of PTSD and Other Situations

    My husband is a Vietnam Veteran who suffers intensely with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It doesn’t take much to push his buttons — especially me! Perhaps that is why he prefers that I deal with difficult situations because he knows he has a short fuse and will blow up! When the situation occurred at the VA Hospital, I was thankful he did not hear the nurse’s comments. All he heard was me, when I spun on my heel and retaliated. It took all of my self-control not to go on the attack with the nurse. I am certain that now she probably regrets saying, “You can always go somewhere else…” I hope her words taught her something about biting her tongue — and being diplomatic. 

    Perhaps some of you have not lived with a Veteran who battles with PTSD. My husband only shows his true behaviors of the PTSD side effects behind the closed doors of our home. Yes, there are times he gets impatient with others, and some people have asked me how I tolerate these situations. I simply smile, inhale, exhale and say that ‘this too shall pass…’ I’ve lived with him for many years and I know the triggers, along with the curious, vacant stare in his eyes. It’s a look I do not like — the look of a warrior, headed to battle, facing the unknown.

    It is true — I haven’t forgotten the loneliness, apprehension and fear that a wife, husband or family member experiences when a loved one leaves for war. And it is also true, I anticipated that when he returned, he would still be the young, happy and loving soldier he was before he left to fight for our country. Trust me…when a soldier returns from a combat zone — life is changed — significantly. No one can understand what they experienced, and perhaps that is why they NEVER talk about these situations.

    I suppose my husband is appreciative that I tolerate what PTSD does to him. As his wife, I do not hold it against him. I made the commitment to be with him, ‘in sickness and in health,’ when we married. After he returned from war – a stranger who refused to discuss the war — I read articles about PTSD, recognizing he had many of the symptoms, and when he finally admitted he might suffer from it, I replied, “I may not be a medical professional, but I live with you and I KNOW you have it!”

    Sharing Our Experience

    After our experience at Ralph H. Johnson VA Medical Center, my husband shook his head when he discovered I was composing a story about the incident. “You’re just wasting your time,” he said. “It won’t do a bit of good.” How thankful I was that he did not hear the nurse’s comments, just my response. When he saw the anger and emotions in my face, he knew something had happened. As a professional writer, I am accused of wearing my emotions on my shirt sleeves and no doubt, my heart was about to burst from the anger I was struggling to hold back on that date.

    After completing the story,  I printed it, read it to him and packaged the composition ready for mail. After posting on my blog, I was curious if people actually read it. Last Thursday, I discovered the story was making the rounds and people were listening…

    So, the bottom line — when dealing with a difficult situation — be diplomatic. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. And if the anger cannot be controlled — simply walk away. Document everything by collecting names, dates, times, etc. Assert yourself about the situation by placing your feet in the shoes of the situation. While it is true there are many complaints about the length of time it takes to get service at a VA Hospital, or with the VA Administration, we are still dealing with people and I fully believe every situation is unique.  As for the response from Ralph H. Johnson VA Medical Center, I truly appreciate that they took the time to read the story and to do a thorough investigation. Our Veterans deserve diplomacy and patience. After all, they have been fighting wars and most of them never share their experiences during those traumatic times. We as caring family members and medical professionals must treat them with respect, especially if they are suffering from illnesses, PTSD, and the little incidental sufferings only a Veteran can understand.

    Thank you, Ralph H. Johnson VA Medical Center for listening to me and my husband’s experience. It is nice to know that you are listening to us and working towards providing some of the best medical care you have available. Yes, Diplomacy pays!