Dental Tourism-Costa Rica

So, this is trip three to this beautiful country, and my second implant. I am such a fan of Goodness Dental that I figured I’d do my blog to share the word.

When we first came to Costa Rica a year ago to begin the process we’d gotten a very high estimate of what a dental implant could cost in the United States, and there was no guarantee that the price wouldn’t go up if there were complications.

The first thing people ask me is whether or not it was safe—and the answer for us has been, yes. They send an English-speaking driver to the airport to pick you up and deliver you to your hotel or Airbnb. They arrange Uber for transit to and from any dental appointments.

The second question asked is about the quality. The staff is friendly, punctual, and they really care. The quality of both the doctors and the equipment is top-notch and the work they do is guaranteed…

We discovered Goodness Dental when we’d expressed an interest in dental tourism and an acquaintance raved about this place. So, I want to rave too just in case one of you is need of dental work that is astronomical in the states. Our savings has been about 50 percent or more, and that includes airfare (very inexpensive from Fort Lauderdale to San Jose) and costs of an Airbnb. What can be expensive is food, but we have managed that cost by getting an Airbnb with a kitchen J

So, today I have just completed my titanium post. I will get a re-check on Friday, and we leave on Monday, in the event that there are complications over the weekend. Our driver will take us to the airport, at no extra cost, but we like to tip for the service.

Have a great day everyone, and shoot me an email at traciella@aol.com if you have any questions. And if you are looking for caring, quality dental, check out Goodness Dental!!

On an Authors’ Billboard note, we have so many amazing boxed sets out right now, at unbeatable prices–and, we run a monthly contest. Please enter for a chance to win, and make sure to stock up your kindle with a boxed set or two

xoxo

Traci

My Outdoor Cats

I started feeding stray cats about twenty-five years ago. A big orange cat was hanging out around my house, and one afternoon, I saw him with a squirrel in his mouth. I was horrified and chased him, but he got away with his catch. That incident was a turning point for me. I decided that if I started feeding him, he wouldn’t have to hunt and eat squirrels. (Maybe he did it anyway, but I never saw it again.)

I probably fed him for fifteen years on my porch until he stopped showing up in the middle of a horribly cold winter. (No, he wouldn’t sleep in the box I put under the sunroom.) During that time several other cats came and went, but he was my regular. I named him Red, telling people, “Better Red than dead.”

My most memorable stray was Nelson who came soon after Red stopped. I started seeing a gray shape streak out from under the boxwood along the walk to eat on the porch. Like all the other strays I’ve met, she started off skittish. But within a few weeks, she grew to trust me. She must have been someone’s pet because she wanted to come into the house. I fell in love with her and invited her in, although I told her Ozzie and Harry, my two Maine Coon mixes, would hate having a new roommate. I was right, but we’ve worked it out.

I’ve asked Nelson many times why she ended up on the street, but she’s never told me her history.

About six months ago, another female started showing up. She’s a small tortie, and she was very hungry, coming around at all hours of the day for food.

Then one night, I saw her outside on the porch with—I thought—another cat. Only it turned out she had brought three kittens with her to eat. I think they must have been seven or eight weeks old, and I hoped I could make friends with them, but they were already very feral. A neighbor wanted them to go to the pound. I told her that the county would euthanize wild kittens. While I was away at a conference, the neighbor sent me the name and number of an organization that helps with strays.

When I got home, I called, and a very nice volunteer came to my house with a trap. We caught the kittens and the mom, and they stayed here overnight. The next day, they went to the vet to be spayed, neutered, and have an ear clipped, so people can see that they are fixed. Then they came back to my house to recover overnight. In the morning, I released them, and they shot out of their cages as though they’d been shot from a gun.

It turned out the kittens were two girls and a boy. And since they have been neutered and released, I need to keep feeding them. I also researched shelters for stray cats, and put a couple under the sunroom, but Mom prefers the junipers across the open space next to my house or the shelter of my neighbor’s deck and fenced yard. Maybe she’ll change her mind when it gets cold.

I named the mom Hester Prynne (after the protagonist in The Scarlet Letter) and the kittens Hunter (all black), Hannah (a tortie like her mom) and Holly (gray with a white patch at her neck). Sadly Hunter disappeared about five days after we released him. Hester, Hannah and Holly are doing well.

I think Hester is never going to trust me. I’m hoping the two little girls will eventually let me get near them. But I’m not holding my breath.

Rebecca York’s latest release is Hunter, part of her Decorah Security series, now on pre-order at Amazon.

Happy Halloween (bwa-ha-ha)

How many of you have plans to see a spooky movie this weekend? I will see Malificent eventually. That’s about as close to a horror movie that I can deal with. When I was a kid, my mom picked me up from school every Friday and we went to the movies which showed a double feature. I had been having too many nightmares from House Of Wax (Vincent Price) and Tarantula. So mom decided I couldn’t see Creature From the Black Lagoon, but she still wanted to.

She left me in the lobby with familiar workers (things were different in those days, so she wasn’t endangering me) and told me not to peek and I could go in to see the second movie. Of course, tell a kid not to peak and what is she to do? Every time, the monster was on screen! Afterward, I believed the Creature hid in our basement. We lived in a Pullman apartment on the first floor, and since mom worked second shift, I was a latchkey kid and was there alone after school until dad arrived from work.

So when I came home from school, the first thing I did was make sure the hook on the basement door was latched (like that would keep away a monster, right?). And when mom insisted I go to the basement to get something for her, I would turn on the light and sit my way down the stairs, looking at the surroundings as I made the turn where I could see everything.

I never told her about my childhood fears until I was an adult and took her to see The Exorcist at her insistence. Yikes! That movie was way too scary for me.

My favorite entry into the romantic horror story is Wolf Moon (The McKenna Legacy Book 7). It combines an old fashioned scary werewolf tale with romance.  Romantic Times named it Best Intrigue of the Year and warned readers they would soon believe in werewolves… on sale for 99c through Halloween!


Aileen McKenna arrives in Wolf Creek to study wolves in the wild only to learn Rhys Lindgren has a unique connection to the local pack. Frightened townspeople fear the three men found dead and mutilated in the woods were killed by a wolf. Rhys doesn’t believe that any more than does Aileen. But can she trust this secretive man to take her into the snow-covered forest to prove the wolves are innocent… and possibly to draw out a killer.

WOLF MOON



Tell me about your favorite or funny scary time with horror movies for a chance to win a free copy of Haunted – a much milder romantic suspense ghost story set at Halloween.


Egg on His Face from Three French Hens

I have been busy writing and now have two brand new stories coming out: Three French Hens and Christmas Cupid.

Thinking about the holidays reminded me of the song, the Twelve Days of Christmas, so I wrote a novella called Three French Hens. I pictured my hero stealing eggs from the heroine’s French Hens, and her sic’ing her dog on him. He, of course, runs away, falls, and gets egg on his face. The chocolate brown eggs laid by French hens are considered a delicacy, so she didn’t take kindly to the theft.

That was the set-up. I had to give my hero an acceptable reason to steal the eggs, and then her a good reason to put down her gun and get to know him. In almost all my stories, my heroines know how to handle a gun, since women who live alone in any day and age must be able to protect themselves. In Three French Hens, my modern-day heroine keeps a shotgun handy.

The song, The Twelve Days of Christmas, is all about giving and giving abundantly. My hero wants to rescue the young widow from an evil brother-in-law who is foreclosing on her ranch. He offers all he has but still does not have nearly enough money. How will he help her?

Look for Three French Hens in the Authors’ Billboard set, UNFORGETTABLE CHRISTMAS DREAMS.

https://www.amazon.com/Unforgettable-Christmas-Dreams-Gifts-Unforgettables-ebook/dp/B07ZCBXNRY/ref=sr_1_1

UNFORGETTABLE CHRISTMAS DREAMS is now available on Amazon for 99¢, or free in KU. Get yours today.


Christmas Cupid is still on pre-order, this one in the Authors’ Billboard set, CHRISTMAS SHORTS, a collection of new, very short stories designed to be ones you can read quickly during the busy holidays. My Christmas Cupid is young and worried that the arrows he is shooting into a couple won’t hold them together, especially when one of them is flying away.

https://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Shorts-Mimi-Barbour-ebook/dp/B07ZMSNB1L/ref=sr_1_23

https://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Shorts-Mimi-Barbour-ebook/dp/B07ZMSNB1L/ref=sr_1_23

CHRISTMAS SHORTS is also now available for pre-order on Amazon at 99¢/ Free KU, so grab them both.

Sic’ing is a short form of “seek them”, used a lot in the Pacific Northwest, which is a command we give to dogs. If a person doesn’t know much, we say he doesn’t know sic’cum, which means he’s not as smart as a dog and can’t follow directions. This phrase is used in Three French Hens and the word has many different spellings.