Jill Weatherholt

Writing Stories of Love, Faith and Happy Endings While Enjoying the Journey


Announcing the re-launch of My GRL By John W. Howell #99cents #thriller


One of my favorite and funniest writer/blogger friend, John Howell, has a new cover. I love it!

The cover is new and the book edited once again to enhance the experience. What is really nice is the price has been cut for the introduction. You can buy the kindle version for a special introduction price of


Here’s the blurb.

John J. Cannon successful San Francisco lawyer takes a well-deserved leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat he names My GRL. He is unaware that his newly purchased boat had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital where he learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.


Here is the link to Amazon for the Kindle version

Here is the link to Amazon for the Paper version

Check them out and read the first few pages on Amazon.

Also, you can check out John Cannon’s other two adventures, as well as, the new My GRL at John W. Howell’s Author Page






Author Bio

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories.  His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016.  All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.



The Gift of Today

Image courtesy of JillWeatherholt.com

Image courtesy of JillWeatherholt.com

Each December, for the past several years, rather than make a list of New Year’s resolutions, I’ve chosen one word. My word choice has always been based upon what I’d like to accomplish in the year ahead. The accomplishments typically involved writing so choosing words such as perseverance, faith, commit, focus and resolute kept me grounded and on track with my goals.

As I reflected upon my word for 2016, resolute, I realized while I’d remained determined; the year had rushed by in a blur of deadlines, edits, proposals, copious emails and blog posts. All of this, outside of my day job, which comes first. I had lived the year in the future, always focused on what I had to do next. To be honest, it was exhausting.

Did I accomplish my goals? You bet I did. However in doing so, I lived out of touch with the present, and I missed special moments that will never come again. Loved ones, who deserved my full attention, didn’t get it. My body was there, but my mind was a week or month ahead of the moment.

“What day is it?”, asked Winnie the Pooh
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet
“My favorite day,” said Pooh”   ~  A.A. Milne

After scanning through the packed pages of my 2016 Day-Timer, I knew what my one word had to be this year…today.

Image Courtesy of JillWeatherholt.com

Image Courtesy of JillWeatherholt.com

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.  ~   Bill Keane


Do you strive to live in the present?


Welcome Author Lori Virelli

loriToday I’m thrilled to welcome writer, blogger and friend, Lori Virelli. If you loved the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you’ll want to read her post below, and order a copy of her debut novel, Whit’s End. On Amazon, the e-reader version is on sale for .99 cents beginning today and running through Sunday, the 22nd.


Greetings and Happy New Year! Is it too late to still say that, or is it okay until January is over?

I’d like to thank Jill for offering me this opportunity to talk about my debut novel, Whit’s End. She said to share a bit about me and my writing process. I have a blog and even a short memoir published, but I still get uncomfortable talking about myself. The stories I write aren’t meant to be about me, but to bring out in the open our common experiences in life, hopefully with a bit of inspiration to bring us together.

So, I’ll share where I came up with the idea for my novel. Early in my marriage, as a newlywed, I had difficulty integrating into my husband’s family. I came from loud, expressive Italian-Americans with a flair for flavorful food. My husband’s family was similar to the groom’s in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Good, quiet all-American people who enjoyed bland meats and potatoes. When I introduced pasta to their Thanksgiving meal and brought focaccia bread in place of rolls, they thought their son had married a woman from outside of this galaxy.

Here we are, happily married thirty-one years later. When you love someone, you learn, you adjust, you grow.

In Whit’s End, you’ll find some minor influences from my life in the character, Ava, like her Italian background. The two main characters, Meg and Ava, marry into the dysfunctional Whitaker family. Do they learn, adjust and grow? Both have difficulty adjusting and struggle for years. As their marriages suffer, other men come into the picture. Each woman has to make a choice . . . work on their marriage or fall into the arms of another. Each makes a different decision, which deeply affects their lives and the lives of their families.

I’ve also written a memoir anthology, Home Avenue, with four short, humorous tales about growing up an Italian-American girl in the 1970’s in suburban Chicago.


As far as my writing process goes, it’s a bit boring. I write the beginning, and then each chapter comes together as I go along. I take notes for the next chapter as I write the one before.

I’m honored that Jill has given me this space to tell you about my books. I hope you enjoy them.

Jill here. Thank you so much for visiting today, Lori. To those of you reading, I’m curious, do you have any family members who could star in your own version of My Big Fat Greek Wedding?


nye2016d-ldrv-337x640Bio: I enjoy figuring out (and sometimes over-analyzing) the human psyche, people’s motives, and finding ways to come together. This is why I like writing about relationship dramas. My husband and I recently moved back to our hometown in the burbs of Chicago with our Australian Shepherd, Max. It’s great to be near family again. I’ve written short stories for the magazine Angels on Earth and the anthology, Dogs and the Women Who Love Them. You can find me on line at my blog.


What’s wrong with yellow?


Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt. ~  Abraham Lincoln

My mother taught me; if you didn’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. I’ve carried those words of wisdom with me throughout my life. At the suggestion of my friend and fellow writer and blogger, Pam Wright, I’d like to share a recent experience where my mother’s words were put to the test.

It was a couple of days before Thanksgiving. After work, I headed to the grocery store. My mood was exceptionally good as I looked forward to time off from work and a quiet holiday with my family.

As I entered the store and  strolled toward the shopping carts. A high pitched, scratchy voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Oh my God! You’re blinding me! I can’t see. Oh—I can’t see a thing!” The whiney voice shouted.

Dressed in my bright yellow, albeit fluorescent blazer, I turned to see a woman in her mid-sixties shielding her eyes.

“I’m blinded!” Her prickly squeals echoed throughout the market.

She continued her rant while I stood dumbfounded.

“I just came from another store where I was blinded by a woman in a bright color. What’s going on today?”

The day was cloudy so I calmly responded with a smile. “I guess we’re trying to brighten things up.”

It was then that this complete stranger, dressed in a drab colored jacket and gray slacks, launched her attack.

“That’s not your color!” she snapped.

I stood speechless.

“I’m a wardrobe consultant and I’d never recommend that color for you.”

Was this her way of getting new customers? My feet remained planted, despite my urge to run my shopping cart over top of this crazed woman, who in a matter of seconds was squashing my good mood.

Perhaps my expression told her I didn’t appreciate the attack on my love for the color yellow. Or maybe she realized how ugly she sounded. She lowered her voice and spoke again. “You’re such a pretty girl; I’d just never pick that color for you.”

 The offender

The offender

At that moment, my mother’s voice echoed through my mind. So many words danced on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I held my peace, refusing to allow her to steal my joy. I walked away with no response.

Has a total stranger ever taken you by surprise?