"A great story, with realistic heartbreak mixed with romance and hope. My emotions went on a rollercoaster ride! " - Linda, Goodreads
Childhood can be hard at the best of
times. But when your name rhymes with crazy, lazy, hazy, daisy, and Swayze—as
in Patrick—it’s worse than you can imagine. Here are a few phrases I heard ad
nauseum during my formative years:
“It’s crazy Maisy with the lazy
eye!” Corrective glasses fixed the
eye, but there’s no coming back from such an abysmal start to your school
years. Kind of like if you wore a body brace in middle school, you will always be
the girl who wore the body brace in middle school. And if you wore a body
brace and had a lazy eye? It was no picnic, let me tell you.
An actual allergy to allergy
medication—you can’t make this stuff up—was to blame for my third-grade teacher
often complaining, “Maisy was a little hazy today.”
I have Dr. Seuss to thank for, “It’s
Daisy Head Maisy!” That’s right, his first posthumous book was gunning for me.
I turned down free tickets to Seussical (the musical) because
of it.
Finally, my least favorite and most
often heard—thank you, Chase Evans—“Maisy Swayzeee, wassup?!” This one
was often accompanied by, “Nobody puts Maisy in the corner.”
Being that I live in the town where
I grew up, I’m often reminded of my past nicknames. Owning the only hair salon
in Gamble, Alaska, means old classmates and their mothers are always hanging
around (and bringing their hilarious memories of me with them—Remember that
time your back brace got caught in the monkey bars?).
If having a challenging start to
life wasn’t enough, I’ve made one or two questionable decisions along the way
that have added to my troubles. The first being that the father of my son does
not know he’s the father of my son.
I know, I know, “secret
baby” is by far the worst romance trope. As romance novels are my only social
life, I read a ton of them. And even before I got pregnant with Jack, I always
passed on the secret baby ones. I mean, who keeps a secret that big?
Short answer—me. But I have my
reasons. More on that later because I’ve got much bigger problems these
days.
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