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Thankful

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The first national Thanksgiving holiday was celebrated on November 26, 1789. President George Washington proclaimed it “as a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favours of Almighty God”.

It is a time of prayer, hot chocolates and lattes. Of sharing, giving thanks to the harvest and people in our lives. As well, It’s a celebration of life, warmth and safety as we congregate with our loved ones in thankful appreciation.

This holiday season, I would like to remind you to give thanks to yourself. It is ever true that love begins with the self. Don’t forget to thank your beautiful self for all that you are and all that you do. Appreciate your efforts at life and show gratitude to yourself so that it may spread beyond you to all around you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Photo by Alfred Schrock

The Icon Review

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“Carla Golian’s THE ICON is a religious, spiritual, historical, romance tale all masterfully wrapped up in a mystery novel. THE ICON lures you in with the main character’s personal secret and then leads you on her journey for answers, paying it all off as well as any movie.  


While reading THE ICON, you’ll feel as if you’ve been swept away to Paris.  And when you’ve finished the book, you’ll be questioning your own place in the universe.  A fun and thoughtful read. “

~ Jason Filardi, writer of Bringing Down the House and 17 Again

The Icon Review

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I’m happy to share a review of The Icon by the lovely Aimee Ann.

“Readers now and then will come across that one book that blows them away and The Icon was that book for me. This is thanks to the unique premise, unlike anything I have read of or heard before.”

Click on the link below for full review.

https://redheadedbooklover.com/the-icon-carla-golian/

Colours Of The Côte d’Azur

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I’m walking down by the water in Monte Carlo… the big blue sea sparkling its harmonious melody.

The afternoon summer breeze lifting my hair, penetrating my soul with the glow of pink and orange sunset hues.

A sailor tips his hat nodding his head – paying homage to my viral femininity. His eyes sway to the click of my heels for what seems like an eternity.

I’m wearing Chanel No. 707 on my fingertips, and 507 on my lips.