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A Redhead Once Again!

I’m a redhead once again! I’ve not felt like it for the past seven months—but I decided last Thursday it was time, time to reclaim my life.

I’m not a natural redhead, so I became a redhead from a bottle. In fact, over the last seven months, I noticed a strong growth of white hair around my face—not a lot sprinkled elsewhere, but some! I inherited my dark hair color from my mom and grandmother and our German roots.

My dad was a redhead, so much so his nickname as a young man was “Red.” I never knew him as a redhead because his hair had thinned out and changed to a brown speckled with some gray. I learned about this nickname years later from one of his friends.

My half-sister and half-brother both were redheads, and I always admired their hair color growing up!

In May 2007, Kathi Raver, Lin’s deceased wife, Lin, Ted and I were at a square and round dance festival in Norfolk, Nebraska. The morning after the festival, we had a delicious breakfast at a local restaurant, rivaling in the fun memories of the weekend and were standing in line to pay.

Kathi noticed a woman in line ahead of us and said to me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “Go ask that woman what color she uses. You would look good with that color hair.”

I looked at the woman’s flaming red hair and felt a nudge inside, so I walked up to her, and asked what color she used—”Hot Tamale by Garnier Nutrisse.” I shared this information with Kathi when I returned and tucked it away.

At that point in my life, I hadn’t reconsidered coloring my hair. I had been a beautician for fourteen years before I became a teacher. I experimented regularly with coloring my hair. In fact, I volunteered to be the first to have my hair “frosted” in Beauty School only to end up with a green cast to my frost.

For many years, I bleached out the “frame” around my face and experimented with a variety of shades of color, from silver to pink. Right before my best friend’s wedding, I “framed” my face with red—fire engine red, and it horrified her when she saw me because my maid-of-honor dress was peach, and I was to wear a peach hat. What a clashing color combination that was!

So, I came home from Nebraska and pondered the possibility but didn’t do anything immediately. In June or July, I went to Colorado to visit my mom and told her about the idea. She always loved to do adventurous things with her hair, so we did it.

When I came home a redhead, Ted’s only comment was, “So you did it!” I continued coloring my hair until October or November and decided it was too much work.

Fast forward to 2013. My mom passed away in March, and in the summer, I needed an uplift—I remembered the “Hot Tamale” color and went for it. I loved the new me in the mirror and I received lots of compliments. It felt right!

Garnier Nutrisse did away with “Hot Tamale” a few years ago, so I changed to “Red Hibiscus” and have loved it ever since.

I continued coloring my hair until July, 2024 when the dog viciously attacked me. To say the less—I focused on recovering and making it through another day. At first, I couldn’t stand easily and used a cane. Then it just slipped past me. In fact, it was too much to do in my mind with all the doctor’s appointments and the pain.

About 4-5 months after the dog attack, someone asked me, “Where’s the redhead?”

I said, “She’s dead.” I really felt that vivacious, energetic person I had been for so many years had died.

A week ago Friday a good friend, Cindy Gillette, asked me, “Where’s the redhead?” That’s all she knew me as. I told her about my earlier response, but I was feeling more like a red head again.

After pondering it for a few days, I decided it was time. So, last Thursday, Lin (my hearty assistant) and I colored my hair. The redhead is back! I look in the mirror and love what I see! I know in my heart-of-hearts—I’m a redhead!

Am I totally healed? Yes, the wound has been healed for a few months, but I still struggle with nerve damage pain. I’ve had five injections in my ankle and leg with little relief. Next Wednesday, I see the pain management doctor and he’s going to do two trigger point injections in my knee and butt because the pain radiates up from my ankle to my butt. I also have an appointment at the end of March for another three injections in my ankle. We have no idea what the prognosis is.

No, I’m not totally healed, but this redhead can hear her dad saying, “Take the bulls by the horns. Don’t let the SBs win! Drink a lot of ice water and stay in there. Quitters never win and winners never quit.” You can see my ole cowboy dad was full of what he thought were motivational sayings.

Yes, today I agree with Dad—no matter what—I have to be true to myself, keep going and for now—that means being a redhead!


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MY LIFE · My Thoughts · square dance

After Six Month I Still Can’t Dance: Oh My God!

Despair - six months

After six months, I still can’t dance. My podiatrist and physical therapist agree, and on top of the nerve pain, not dancing’s killing me! Such despair! Here’s why!

Last night we dropped by the Sweetheart Dance at the Albuquerque Square Dance Center to see friends— I still can’t dance. I tuned out the music and the dancing on the floor and concentrated on talking to my friends. Such despair! Then today, we just spent the afternoon at the dance hall for the Annual Membership Meeting. I’m on the board that runs the dance hall. Afterwards a large group went out to Sadie’s for dinner and that delicious social time we all enjoy! I looked at people sitting around the table, seeing some who I have known for decades and some just a few years! But dear friends!

So why can’t I dance? The dog attack happened six months ago—the wound has healed! But the nerve damage persists. I have peroneal nerve damage that runs from my foot to my butt. A couple months ago, my podiatrist warned me if I got kicked in a square, I could erase all the work we done so far over the past few months to diminish the nerve pain. And because of the CRPS, Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, the pain could escalate and gets worse.

Then, my physical therapist told me last week when I questioned him about square dancing that I could injure my ankle with any rotating movement of the foot.

So, six months since the dog attack, I still can’t dance! If you don’t know me, you may be wondering why this one thing is so important to me.

“She Was Born Dancing!”

On June 26, 1953, my folks left
their thirteen-month-old son with Millie,
the family babysitter,
to go to a square dance in Trinidad,
fifty miles away.

Mom danced one tip that night—
She was nine months pregnant
with me.
They left the dance early
feeling something was about to happen.

Early the next morning
Mom had labor pains
that made her stagger across the floor.
It was time!

The fifty-mile trip back to Trinidad
and the hospital
was made in record time.
At 10:30 a.m. I was born.

Dad went downtown to buy cigars
and ran into a fellow dancer
from the previous night.

Dad announced his good news—
a new baby girl!

Remembering Mom at the dance
the night before,
the only comment the stunned friend
had to make was,
She was born dancing!”

Larada Horner-Miller, This Tumbleweed Landed, (Horner Publishing Company, 2014), 11-12.

So, I treasure my legacy—she was born dancing! The majority of my life has spun around dancing of some kind, and not dancing for SIX MONTHS has tortured me! Six months!

Lin and I dancing at Texas Stampede, Dallas, TX - six months

Why We Square Dance—

Why I Dance
It’s a Friday night
Or
A Saturday night
A dance night!

The week lasted for eons
grueling
I had my work face on for five days
and I kept going.
I finished this week
Exhausted!

My family needs drained me
I am welted
and
am ready to dissolve into bed!

But it’s my dance night.
I breathe deeply,
and I know!

I select my square dance outfit.
What do I feel like tonight?
Red or turquoise
Southwest design or frilly lace?

The familiarity of my weekly routine
takes over

Systematically I put on my outfit
and
as each layer goes on,
my perspective and energy level changes!
First my hose
With a deep breath, I release part of my stress
Then my pettipants
Oh my, it’s going—another deep breath
Then my top and skirt
My goodness—a glimmer of hope
Then my belt
A smile slowly crosses my lips
Next my matching petticoat and shoes
Yes, I sigh with relief
Finally, my club badge
To identify who I am—

A square dancer!

A spray to finish my hair
a touch of lipgloss
A final look in the mirror
A pirouette and a spin
crinoline flowing
I am complete!
My exhaustion replaced with anticipation!

The drive to the dance hall
becomes a time tunnel
a vacuum
a timeless space
void of the demands of this world
stress free
relaxing

Either soft music in the background
Or
a compatible silence
Or
a casual conversation

A bridge between the world out there
With its demands
And the dance world
With its pleasures!

Friends greet me as I enter the dance hall—my dance family
The music starts
I step onto the dance floor
and I am free!
The carefree child within me
spins round and around
claps her hands
and
Shouts for joy!
I am free!
The tip starts,
and I am safe
to spend two hours
In sheer joy and ecstasy!

I drop the world’s cares and concerns,
at the door,
kicking them out of view!

So if you have problems in your world, join me
and
leave them at the door!

If you are angry or sad
The magic begins
when you show up
and
dress up!
The music starts
and
I step onto the dance floor!
And then the real magic takes over!

Cares melt down my shoulders
and flitter away on a breath
giving a lightness to my step
Sorrows cluster together
and ride away on an angel’s wings.

Music playing
surrounded by dear friends
I step onto the dance floor
It is a safe place
And
I am free!

That’s why I dance!

Copyright © 2015 Larada Horner-Miller

I love the preparation, the anticipation and then finally stepping on the dance floor, the music and the dance!

I hope these words of mine in poetry form have expressed my deep love for dancing and square dancing specifically. And hopefully, you can sympathize with me for not dancing for SIX MONTHS! Yes, enduring the pain has been grueling, but this loss resonates in a different category!



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A Book Review & Update on Dog Attack

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A book review on Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir came in last week from Reader’s Favorite Book Award with a 5-Stars rating. So, I want to share it with you. Also, I include a update on the dog attack from last Sunday!

Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir by Larada Horner-Miller is a perfect memoir full of warmth, laughter, and holiday spirit. The story covers the entire life of the author, starting from childhood to adulthood, when she wanders from one city to another. All the chapters focus on diverse aspects of the holiday season, ranging from family gatherings and tree decorations to private ponderings and spiritual experiences. The narrative is full of vivid details and memorable stories; for instance, one of them recounts when the author’s hair caught fire during a Christmas church program. The author uses her memoir to explain how people can look back on their Christmas memories and find joy and meaning in their lives.

Larada Horner-Miller’s writing style is warm and inspiring. Her desire to share the Christmas spirit with readers is felt throughout her writing as readers are transported from the past to the present. She conveys humor excellently with the occasional serious moment, making this memoir an enjoyable read. The flow of details through prose and poetry kept me engaged and connected to the author’s experiences. Her descriptive writing skills took me back to my childhood schooldays when we used to decorate classrooms and sing carols together at Christmas. Her thoughtful and sincere interpretation of the religious significance of Christmas provides a diversion from the commercial aspects of the occasion. I highly recommend Hair on Fire for readers looking for a heartfelt and nostalgic book that captures the true spirit of Christmas.

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Zahid Sheikh for Readers’ Favorite – July 2024

Editorials book reviews and any reader review plays an important part in promoting books because I can use any of the verbiage in promotional matter. I love that Reader’s Favorite Book Award provides a review when you enter their contest. Many award contests do not provide the author any feedback.

The winners of the Reader’s Favorite Book Award, so stay tuned!

This blog post ends my focus on “Christmas in July.” I have offered great discounts and enjoyed thinking about my favorite holiday in the midst of July! I hope you took advantage of the sales. Look for more in December!

Update - book review

The horrible dog attack I described in last week’s blog post happened a week ago today—that’s so hard to believe because it’s been such a painful, life-altering week. Lin, my husband, wasn’t with me, so on Wednesday, July 24, he rode Amtrak from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Raton, New Mexico. (I couldn’t drive myself home because the attack was on my right leg and I have nerve damage in my leg and foot and have lost feeling in my foot.) My brother picked him up there. The next day we drove home to Tijeras, New Mexico. Then I saw my Primary Care physician the next day on Friday.

I have been hobbled around on a cane since this happened. Because of the nerve damage in my foot and down the right side of my leg, walking has become strange and a cane is necessary.

My primary care nurse practitioner walked in the examine room, looked at the wound and grimaced! Her empathy and kindness comforted my wounded heart. Also, she confirmed it was a horrible attack and wanted to be honest with us—she felt I would need a skin graft and gave me a referral for their Wound Clinic. We set up an appointment for Friday, August 2, to take out the stitches. I will set up an appointment with the Wound Clinic tomorrow.

I finally got a shower last night—until then I felt leery of getting it wet that much. I’ve cleaned the sight daily with a wash cloth and soap. Maybe because of that delicious shower, last night I slept the best yet this week.

The Worse News - Book Review

The worse news my primary care nurse practitioner gave us on Friday—no dancing at Hot August Nights, the festival Lin and I host with a fantastic committee. She said, “Be the hostess. Enjoy the party, but don’t dance!”

For those who know me, that’s the hardest thing in the world to hear! Tony Oxendine is my favorite square dance caller; Mitchell Thompson is a fabulous cuer! I always look forward to this event we started eighteen years ago. But right now, I know that’s the truth.


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