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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Interesting Facts About Humans

By Kristy McCaffrey

Within 200 milliseconds of seeing an image, the brain can decide whether it’s a face or something else.

We are made up of 100 trillion cells, 22 internal organs, 600 muscles, and 206 bones.

You can survive without sleep for eleven days only.

Skipping breakfast may do more than affect your waist. In a series of classic studies on what it takes to age in a robust and healthy way, public health titan Lester Breslow (who died in 2012 at age 97) showed over and over again that just a few habits were critical. They included not smoking, exercising, watching your weight, no excessive drinking, not snacking, eating breakfast, and getting 7-8 hours of sleep.

Sleep doesn't just clear your head. Scientists now say it literally flushes out waste and toxins that build up in your brain during the day. During sleep, cerebral spinal fluid is pumped around the brain, and flushes out waste products like a biological dishwasher.

In females, about 1/2 a million eggs are produced on average, out of which only 400 have the potential to develop into a baby. Men produce approximately 10 million sperm every day, enough to re-populate the earth within 6 months.

Sugar may give you wrinkles via a process called glycation, in which excess blood sugar binds to collagen in the skin, making it less elastic. Cutting back on sugar may help your skin retain its flexibility.

We all have traces of Neanderthal in us. It’s been more than 5 million years since we separated from chimps, but only 400,000 years since human and Neanderthal lineages split. Asian and Caucasian ancestors interbred with Neanderthals as recently as 37,000 years ago, when they crossed paths in Europe.

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Reverse Bucket List

By Kristy McCaffrey

Unless you've been living on Mars, then you've heard of a Bucket List. (And if you are living on Mars, then you win top prize for best Bucket List destination.) But what about a reverse Bucket List? I'll wager you've not penned one of those.

What is a Bucket List in the opposite direction? It's looking back on your life and shining a spotlight on what you've already accomplished. Since all you have to do is remember, it's super easy, not requiring saving money, booking an airline ticket to Africa, and working out like crazy so you won't bonk when climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro. What's even more exciting about this list: you'll find yourself again. You know, that younger version of yourself, the one who faced life with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, the one who followed his/her inclinations and passions without worrying about the whys or how-to's.

Here's mine:

1. As a child, I read TV Guide cover to cover each week. I was exceptionally talented at the crossword puzzle inside due to my vast knowledge of the Boob Tube.
2. I was entranced by clouds. I studied them, photographed them, and categorized them. At school I wrote reports on them at every opportunity. Why am I not a meteorologist today?
3. When in high school, I had the same chorus teacher (Mr. Millsop) as my mother when she was in high school. This just shows how close in age my mom and I are. (Sorry Mom, your shotgun wedding is out.)

4. At age 15, I discovered the Dragonriders of Pern books by science fiction/fantasy author Anne McCaffrey. A few years later, I met my future husband: last name McCaffrey. But more importantly, I started writing fan fiction in her Pern universe, which eventually motivated me to write something original.
5. At age 17, I worked in a movie theater. Best. Job. Ever. (Free movies, anyone?)

6. In 2nd grade, I was accepted into the Gifted Program because I did exceptionally well on the placement exam. While I believe there must have been a TV Guide crossword puzzle on the test, in truth, I guessed my way through it. It really sucks to be labeled 'gifted' so young since expectations always ran high that I'd get all A's, become a fighter pilot, and whip up something tasty at Christmastime.

7. When I was about 10 years old, I put my bare feet in the ashen remains of a campfire (it looked so inviting). Shortly thereafter, I put two metal barrettes in a power socket. Blisters on my feet and electricity zipping through my body were obvious indicators of my sense of adventure and, of course, my giftedness (see no. 6).
8. When I was 9 years old, I lived on the Navajo Indian Reservation. As a writer, it's been a goldmine of unresolved issues buried in my psyche, forcing me to scratch out an essay every few years about how miserable I was. Why won't anyone ever publish these?

9. I earned a Bachelor's and Master's degree in Mechanical Engineering. There were many days that I felt intimidated by the intellect around me and was certain they'd discover I was an imposter, but I'm proud to look back at all my hard work and say that I've done absolutely nothing with it.
10. My children. Thanks to my four offspring, I have a permanently flabby stomach (10-pound babies will do that and I'm too lazy to get a tummy-tuck). But, they are also the most gorgeous and fantastic creatures ever. What a privilege it is to love and fight with them (and torment them).

11. My husband. As he said to me recently, "How did you ever find a man to put up with you?" (Umm, tag. You're it.)

What's on your Reverse Bucket List? Give it some thought. In shamanism, there's a technique called 'soul-retrieval', in which pieces of the self that are lost during a lifetime are embraced once again. This exercise may just help you find long-forgotten nuggets of yourself, aspects that can help you remember that life is a playground, and it's all about playing. (Just watch out for those power sockets.)

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Columbia River Gorge

Post by Kristy McCaffrey

Last month I visited Portland, Oregon and had the opportunity to enjoy the riches of the Columbia River Gorge, a canyon that defines the Oregon-Washington State border. The gorge stretches for 80 miles through the Cascade Range as the Columbia River makes its way to the Pacific Ocean. The area is known for a high number of waterfalls, with over ninety on the Oregon side alone. The gorge has supported human habitation for 13,000 years, but is most famous as a pathway for the Lewis and Clark expedition in 1805.
The Columbia River as seen from the Oregon side.
Multnomah Falls, with a total height of
620 feet. Be sure to have lunch at the Multnomah
Falls Lodge, at the base of the falls.
View from the top of Multnomah Falls. A one-mile hike on a
well-maintained trail will get you there.
Bridal Veil Falls.
Latourell Falls.
The Pacific Crest Trail spans 2,650 miles from Mexico to
Canada, with a portion running through Oregon and
the Columbia River Gorge.
The Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) at Cascade Locks.
Bonneville Dam, one of three on the Columbia River.
It provides electrical power and aids in river navigation.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Cowboy Cravings ~ Just Released Historical Western Anthology

Post by Kristy McCaffrey

It's been a busy summer for me so far. I'm happy to announce yet another short story published this week.

Craving a cowboy on these hot summer nights? Here are four stories that are sure to turn up the heat! If you love tall, dark, and handsome cowboys with a touch of danger thrown in, and the ladies that show them they've met their match, Cowboy Cravings is a must-have. Fast guns, smooth action, and hot love sizzle in one delicious recipe for these spicy stories. The summer has never been hotter in the Old West than it is when you have to satisfy those COWBOY CRAVINGS!

Includes my story ~ Lily and Mesquite Joe

Arizona Territory 1872
Ranch hand Mesquite Joe Riordan has always considered Lily Kingston out of reach. As the daughter of a prominent rancher in the Arizona Territory, she'll one day inherit an empire. When Joe's past threatens not only himself, but Lily and everything her father has built, he knows he can't stand by and do nothing. But can he give Lily his heart when he believes she deserves better?

Lily Kingston has long loved Mesquite Joe Riordan, but when he doesn't step forward to protest her betrothal to another man--arranged by her papa--her heart breaks. When Joe is blamed for the murder of a ranch hand and disappears, Lily knows exactly where to find him. Facing the truth of his past will test her resolve, but only her stubbornness can win his heart.

Prairie Rose Publications is throwing a Fandango, a fun cyber-party on Facebook. It will cover two days -- Wednesday, June 25, and Saturday, June 28. Each hour will feature an author (list forthcoming, but I shall be there on Wednesday, 5pm EST), and all you have to do is JOIN the event and comment for chances to win all sorts of prizes: gift certificates, swag, and lots of books. Everyone's welcome! Click the link below for more info.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

This Summer Storm ~ A New Young Adult Anthology

Post by Kristy McCaffrey

I’m pleased to be included in a new Young Adult anthology—THIS SUMMER STORM. It’s now available in print and digital formats.

THIS SUMMER STORM is a collection of some of the best young adult stories out there today! In this exciting group of tales, it seems “one of everything” happens. Tornadoes, comets, hurricanes and raging river waters are all set to wreak havoc. But just when things can’t get any worse, along comes a life-changing experience in each story that is just as unsettling as the threatening weather.

A wilderness course on the Green River in Utah has sixteen-year-old Amy Whittaker stuck on a raft with football players and cheerleaders from her high school. When a torrential rainstorm flips the boats and strands everyone, Amy is forced to take charge.

When a tornado approaches, Steve Cooper and Christy Reed both run for cover—straight into the blazing guns of gang warfare in their apartment stairwell. Will they survive? What a way to start a relationship!

The papers promised death from the skies, but will wild west legend Abby Drake’s secret prove even more explosive for Jo Harper and her 1910 Wyoming town?

Cassie is excited to attend her first party at popular Lyndsey Stapleton’s house, but will her mother’s recent changes get in her way?

Starting a new job turns into a life-changing summer for Angela Spencer, who learns who she really is and just what she is capable of.

When unrest threatens her kingdom, a mermaid princess must choose between loyalty and love.

When Cassie’s new stepmother threatens their family’s well-being, Cassie enlists the help of her dying grandmother and the secret of an old Victrola—the last of her kind, as Cassie’s father says, to try to make things right again.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Lassoing A Groom ~ A New Historical Western Romance Anthology

 Post by Kristy McCaffrey

I’m pleased to announce the release of Lassoing A Groom, a new collection of historical western romance short stories. I’m very excited to be included in this anthology, alongside some of the best western romance writers today. These sweet stories will make you laugh and sigh, and keep you reading for that happily-ever-after.


I’m giving away an e-copy! To be eligible, leave a comment below (be sure to include your email). If you’re reading this via email, click here to go directly to my blog. I’ll pick a winner by the end of the week.

How is a woman supposed to catch a husband? In the wild, wild west, she's got to find a way to Lasso a Groom! Some of them are lawmen...some are outlaws. Ranchers and homesteaders are fair game, as well--none of 'em are safe from love's lariat, or the women who finally manage to rope 'em in!

Can rancher Dex Madsen get past loner Betsy Lynch's goats and killer chicken to help save her mining claim and win her heart?

RACE TO MARRY by Kirsten Lynn
He's in town to tame a man-killer. She's accused of being one. When she proposes marriage the race is on.

WANTED: THE SHERIFF by Tracy Garrett
He's a confirmed bachelor...but she'll capture his heart.

CANYON CROSSING by Kristy McCaffrey
In search of her brother, Annabel Cross enters Grand Canyon. When U.S. Deputy Marshal Angus Docherty rescues her from a cliff side, her most guarded secret might save them.

Will a dangerous man from Gussie Hamner's past sabotage the future she's building with Noah Wilerson?

An inept bank robber and a bossy spinster team up to rob an empty vault. What could go wrong?

More on my story:
In search of her brother, Annabel Cross enters Grand Canyon with a guide and a mule. When circumstances have her hanging from a cliff side, her rescue at the hands of U.S. Deputy Marshal Angus Docherty is fortuitous in more ways than one. He’s chasing the notorious Red Bandit, and it soon becomes clear that Annabel’s brother is mixed up with the criminal as well. While the marshal believes she may be in on a double-cross, she has a more pressing secret to hide. She can talk to deceased spirits, and she wonders whether to tell Angus about the old Apache ever near to him.


Here’s an excerpt from “Canyon Crossing”:

Grand Canyon
August 1898

She dreamt she died in Grand Canyon.
Annabel’s eyes flew open and she gasped for breath. Lying on a narrow precipice, hundreds of feet from certain death, the Grand Canyon beckoned to her, ready to cradle her in its otherworldly embrace. Did she still dream?
Carefully, she pushed herself upright, hardly daring to breathe. Perched on the edge of a cliff, she was inches from a dramatic fall. A side glance to the east told her the sun was rising. What had happened? She and her guide, Frank Smith, had made camp, eaten a meal of beans, biscuits, and coffee, and then gone to sleep. Where was he? Where was the mule, Speck, who carried their gear? Had they fallen to their deaths?
Annabel sought to calm her panic. She was only twenty years old, she couldn’t die now. A slight movement caused her to slip; she frantically grabbed a scraggly bush, fear filling her with desperation. Finally, she stopped, barely daring to breathe lest it dislodge her further. Her mind raced for a solution.
Maybe Frank was nearby.
“Help.” Her voice was weak.
“Help!” Better, stronger, but not enough. “Help me! Help! Help!”
“Are you hurt?” a man yelled from above.
Annabel’s gaze flew upward, not recognizing the voice. Still, elation filled her. “No. I-I don’t believe so.”
“If I throw a rope, can you grab it?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll try.” She attempted to quiet her shaking.
A knotted cord slapped the ground beside her. Slowly, she reached out with her right hand and grasped it. Letting go of the bush, she clung to the lifeline with both hands. In small increments she moved upward, all the while straining not to slip off. Just as her aching palms screamed for release, she neared an unseen ledge that harbored the man and the life-saving tether. As she struggled to climb over the edge, a large shadow reached for her and strong arms yanked her to the safety of flat ground. A man hovered above, breathing heavily.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Annabel said. Drained of strength, she lay on the ground, facing the sky. “How did you find me?” She winced as the rising sun glowed behind him, casting the man into an enigmatic dark silhouette. Shading her eyes, a flash caught her eye. He wore a badge, a silver star.
“I heard your cries for help,” he replied.
“Are you a lawman?”
“U.S. Deputy Marshal Angus Docherty, miss.” He tipped his hat. “How is it that you’re down here?”
Annabel scooted to a sitting position away from the precipitous drop-off and scanned the surroundings. The trail from the Grand View Hotel was narrow, but she and Frank had made camp here anyway. There’d really been no choice. But now, there was no sign of it at all. Frank, Speck, and all the gear had vanished. Had she fallen asleep and rolled out of the encampment? It was certainly possible. She could’ve perished in her sleep and not even known it. Her heart pounded from the near-miss with death.
“I was with a guide and a mule,” she said. “But I don’t know where they are.” The entire incident seemed incomprehensible to her.
“What’s your name?” the marshal asked.
“Annabel C-C-Cross.” She paused, attempting to quiet her unsteady nerves. It’ll be alright, Annabel. Just calm yourself.
“You’ve no idea how you came to be down there?” The man nodded just beyond the cliff from which he’d recently rescued her.
“I must’ve fallen in my sleep.”
“Why did the guide leave you behind, then?” The marshal’s voice—recovered from his exertions—spoke in careful measures.
“Maybe he didn’t,” she insisted. “Maybe he fell, too.”
“With all of your gear, and the mule?” He sounded skeptical. “There’s no sign of anything resembling a camp here.”
Annabel didn’t know what to think. The truth was, she hardly knew Frank Smith, but when she’d employed him at the Grand View Hotel on the South Rim three days ago the older man had appeared quite amiable and helpful. Granted, he wasn’t a guide, but rather a prospector, and a little off the mark in intelligence, but he knew of her brother and said he’d take her to him. It was exactly what she needed.


Lassoing A Groom is now available!!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Costa Rica: Golfo Dulce And Osa Peninsula

Post by Kristy McCaffrey

I just returned from the mystical rainforest of southern Costa Rica. Instead of boring you with insights from my trip, such as: bring a headband because in 95% humidity you will have no hairstyle...ever, or bring U.S. Dollars (in small bills) because for some reason the local population want nothing to do with their own currency (colones), or pack light but bring as much underwear as you can because even after a sink rinsing, they still won't smell fresh (did I mention that you sweat constantly?).

Instead, I'll let my photos transport you to the magic of one of the most bio-diverse places on earth.
Our room at Playa Nicuesa Lodge, located on the
Golfo Dulce.
The rainforest of Costa Rica.
Spotted Dolphin
Sea snake--a rare sight and very poisonous.
Sign on beach at Playa Nicuesa.
And here's the reason for the sign. The locals call
him Fernando.
Bat in an abandoned barn.
A local frog hanging out near our room.
Pit viper--very poisonous.
Our mode of transportation.
Near the Drake Bay airport (and I use the term 'airport'
loosely), we found several of the mysterious stone
spheres known to exist in Costa Rica. Usually made of a type
of basalt, limestone, or sandstone, they can weigh up to
15 tons and are thought to be anywhere between 1000 to
2000 years old. Their purpose isn't known. An interesting side
note: similar spheres have been found in Mexico, Peru,
Bosnia, New Zealand, and one on Easter Island.
Brahman cattle.
Mica snake ~ non-poisonous.
Our accommodation at Copa de Arbol
in Drake Bay.
The lodge staff would greet us at the end of the day
with a fresh coconut. Very refreshing!
Brown boobys wait on a log for dolphins to herd fish
to the surface.
A scarlet macaw, so beautiful and so noisy. Our guide used
my phone camera to photograph this one high in the rainforest
canopy by placing it up to his high-powered scope.
Spider monkey in Corcovado National Park.
Spider monkey.
Howler monkey showing his testes and urinating.
We got the hint--he's in charge.
Howler monkey. Only the alpha males howl, a very eerie sound
that echoes throughout the rainforest.
Coati, similar to a raccoon.
Sleeping tapir, a large herbivorous mammal.
Capuchin, or white-faced, monkey.
Capuchin monkey.
Capuchin monkey.
Squirrel monkeys.
Squirrel monkey.
Coffee beans. The harvest is in the fall.
Leafcutter ant. They're everywhere and haul leaves back to the
nest to feed a fungus, which they dine upon. 
On our last night in San Jose, we found this nest just outside
our lodging door. Two baby birds had just hatched, with
a third on the way.
After long days in the jungle, a mango margarita hit
the spot...

...along with a traditional Costa
Rican meal, the casado.
When in Rome...sturdy rubber hiking
boots make trekking through
the rainforest much more enjoyable.
Pura Vida!