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Homework Bot #MFRWauthor

Did you know you can make a cookie sheet from aluminum foil? OR who knew that pipe cleaners would be a craft item that everyone loves to twist and shape What is that saying about desperation being the mother of all invention? Or is it inspiration? Either way someone needed something that wasn’t available and that person made it, then shared it with others.

Planes, trains, boats, hammers, screws and nails. Even something as rudimentary as the wheel has been invented. We have mobile devices, coat hangers, robots that build cars, can assist or completely do some types of surgery, and my personal favorite chocolate. But what in the world can be invented that hasn’t been invented already?


A homework help bot . This would be a robot specifically designed to help a child with his/her homework. This is more than just a computer, it’s geared towards the child and the best way to approach learning. This was something my youngest son came up with when he was in middle school. He always had so much homework and I was unable to help with certain subjects because it had to be done in a particular way. I could get an answer, but it wasn’t the way his teacher showed him and it was not the way I was taught. After all, when I was in school, Pluto was a planet.


So to encourage him the best way I could I told him he could invent a robot that would help with homework and make learning not only fun but easier on all involved. Do you know how hard it is to remember the quadratic equation when it’s not something used everyday. The average person isn’t concerned about rise over run or 2a+b=c

Now if someone would invent a way to bring what’s directly in my brain to the page, writing would go so much faster.

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Agreement? #MFRWhooks

Coming Soon!

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.


Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.


Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.


Lincoln drummed his fingers on the scarred wood table of the booth. Whatever Selena had to say, she would say it tonight. He lifted the tan ceramic mug of coffee to his lips and sipped the now lukewarm brew.

The bell above the diner door jangled, and Lincoln focused his attention on the newcomer. Average height, dark-brown skin almost the color of soot, and rust-colored hair. She could’ve been beautiful, but too much smoking and partying had hardened her features. The woman was thick and curvy, with full lips and brown eyes. In another time and place, desire would’ve flooded him. Now he felt nothing.

What he ever saw in Selena other than a piece of ass, he couldn’t say. He remembered what it was—he’d been lonely. Randa had been extremely hurt over learning he’d been unfaithful and her subsequent miscarriage. So that left Selena.

Selena was the live-in health aide who had assisted his wife after her surgery nearly six years ago. Since he couldn’t be the one to provide his wife comfort and companionship, he turned to Selena, who was more than happy to fill the void.

She offered him a tight smile as she approached. He didn’t return the gesture.

“What did you need to see me about?” he asked once she sat. The server approached, and he waved the waitress away.

“I don’t even get a hello?” Selena batted her lashes at him.

“Or a glass of water. Now what was so important you couldn’t tell me in a text?”

She huffed, slouched in her seat, and reached in her pants pocket and placed a crumpled piece of paper on the table. “I thought the news would be better in person.”

Lincoln scooted to the edge of the seat, ready to leave. He didn’t have time to play games with her, not after the wonderful afternoon he’d spent with his wife and the evening he still had planned.

“No. Wait. Please.” The desperation and plea held him more than her hand on his wrist. “I’m sorry. You still twist me all in knots, and I can’t have you.”

Lincoln sat. “No, you can’t.”

“Well, here’s a piece of news I know your wife will appreciate. I’m dying.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I swear, I’m telling the truth. I’ve the doctor’s report and everything.” She tapped the paper.

He stared at her, then the page beneath her finger. Surely he hadn’t heard her correctly, but there it was in black and white. Dying? Probably what bothered him most was that he felt nothing. This could be another one of her ploys to work her way back in his life. It wouldn’t be the first time. She’d tried something similar after she realized he wasn’t going to leave Randa for her. Selena went so far as to inject herself with medication that would mimic the symptoms of a chemo patient.

By then, he and Randa were working things out and had come to an agreement to open their marriage, Selena being the first. Her jealousies and undermining Randa’s confidence nearly toppled the tentative bond he and Randa had forged. Randa meant everything to him, and he wasn’t going to let another female destroy what they were building.

Lincoln was so stuck on the first part of Selena’s news he nearly missed the second, more important piece. He focused on her.

“Say that again.”

She sat back with a smug twist of her lips. “I said you have a daughter.”

Anger surged through him. There was no way in hell any of the words she had just spoken were true. He jumped from his seat, tossed some bills on the table, and then jerked her from the booth. Ignoring the stares of the other patrons, Lincoln marched Selena from the diner.

Once they hit the crisp air, heavy with rain, he shoved her against the rough exterior of the building. Eyes wide with fear, she stared up at him. He placed a hand at her throat.

“I’d kill you myself if I thought I could get away with it. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t walk away from you.”

“Because I wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me.” She held up a small envelope, the paper shaking so hard it rattled.

He snatched it from her and stepped away. He ripped it open and pulled out the birth certificate. His name was listed as the father. This still wasn’t enough proof. “And how do I know this is legit and not something you forged?”

She slid down the wall and sat on the asphalt. “You’re the only man I was involved with at that time.” She dropped her head in her hands. “I just need to know my kid will be taken care of after I’m gone.”

Shaking his head, he walked away.

“Please, Lincoln. I have to know.”



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Scooping The Litter Box #MFRWauthor

There are days I feel like Dexter’s mom when I’m running around the house. The only difference is I refuse to wear yellow rubber gloves. My gloves are green. Even though madge says that Palmolive is good for the hands, it’s rough on my nails. Besides, I hate washing dishes or actually the silverware. Another thing I would pay not to do is to scoop litter.


I know, two alternatives would be you use disposable plates and cutlery, but is that environmentally sound? Not to mention the expense of purchasing those items on a regular basis. It’s more economical to just pay someone to wash the dishes.


And the alternative to scooping litter would be to not have a cat. I’m working on that but in the meantime I have a self scooping litter box.


Self-scooping when it decides to work.  I’ve found that even trying to bribe or pay the kids, when they lived here, didn’t work. No one likes scooping the litter box.

A self-scooping or cleaning litter box is definitely the way to go. And the one I purchased worked great until it didn’t. And since I have two cates I have two litter boxes. One of the traditional kind since one of the cats is territorial about where he goes. So I’m stuck scooping.


Anybody want a black and white domestic short-hair? He’s free to a good home…



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