Katie MacAlister

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With My Body

With My Body

I took a break from reading The Beast by J.R. Ward to enjoy a short offering from Katie MacAlister, The Perils of Effrijim. This short story features Jim, a sixth class demon who is the servant/sidekick of Aisling Grey, the heroine of many a dragon shifter book by Ms. MacAlister. Jim is a hoot, and I enjoyed my foray into his world immensely. Jim is forced to surrender his preferred form as a large, drooling Newfoundland dog and take on the shape of a human male, which he hates (something to do with a reduction in the size of his “package,” about which he is obsessed—like so many males). And this forced human embodiment got me to thinking about being in our bodies, and what that means to us. Or maybe just to me. But it’s a topic that occupies my thoughts rather a lot these days. To my mind,… READ MORE

Finding Gratitude

Finding Gratitude

I’m having trouble finding gratitude right now. I’ve written before of how I used to pray for a grateful heart because there was a big hole in mine where my gratitude should be. I believed that I’d gotten over this problem; worked through my issues and found what I’d been missing. Except it’s missing again. Not entirely, and not the way it used to be. I don’t have a gaping crater in the center of my chest, feeling like the mouth of some dried up volcano. Instead, I feel the gratitude for my wonderful life—I don’t need angelic visitations to remind me of the fact that I’m blessed beyond measure with health, love and abundance. But I can’t seem to go deep, to dive in as I often do, and swim in the warm, enveloping waters of my intense gratitude for this existence of mine. I’m sure you are familiar… READ MORE

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s Not You, It’s Me

I’m still thinking about the latest offering in Katie MacAlister’s Dragon series, Dragon Fall. The title refers to the male protagonist, Kostya, a proud Black Dragon, and leader of his Sept, who’s been used and abused by a former flame and has sworn off women in any sort of serious capacity. In other words, he’s got commitment issues. So when our heroine, Aiofe (EE-fuh), falls for the Black Dragon, he is determined not to fall for her. This, of course, creates a challenge that many women couldn’t resist. I know. I used to be one of them.  “It’s not you, it’s me.”  I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that line, or some variation. Conversely, I can’t count how many times I’ve used it to offer a nice but unsuitable guy a “soft landing” and the salvation of a bit of face. And because I’ve used the line so… READ MORE

You Can’t Fix Crazy

You Can’t Fix Crazy

I’ve just finished the latest offering in Katie MacAlister’s dragon shifter series, Dragon Fall. Sometimes it’s hard to read a new book in a series when I read its predecessors a while ago, but it was fun nevertheless. A major plot element in this novel has to do with the female protagonist, Aoife (pronounced EE-fuh) being committed to an asylum because she claimed to witness a supernatural event (she did) Which she was told made her crazy and in need of treatment (which she wasn’t). Unfortunately, I could relate.   In the past, I’ve questioned my own sanity. And had others question it as well. Not my best memories. The depth of this line of inquiry usually relates to our self-confidence, self-esteem, and the amount of influence those who believe that our mental hygiene could use a bath exert on us. This is not to say that authentic mental illness… READ MORE

Love at First Sight

Love at First Sight

I’ve always believed in love at first sight.  More importantly, I’ve always wanted to believe in it.  I love the idea of love, of being swept off my feet with the deep knowledge of the rightness of someone for me.  I love the idea of my highly rational and intellectually-oriented self being overcome with emotion so that I have no choice but to feel, rather than think.  Phew—is it warm in here or am I having a power surge? Don’t mind me, I’m losing myself in the fantasy of falling hard and falling fast.  It’s heady stuff. I should know- I remember the night I met my husband (in a bar, I might add). After ditching our friends for a dinner á deux followed by some steamy necking in the car, I raced home to call my best friend to say- “I’ve met someone.”  As in someone who really lights… READ MORE

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