One of my favorites

Thought I’d share a recipe from my book Fabulous Foods,  Enjoying Healthy Comfort Foods under the name, Cynthia Mahoney FNP (if you type in my name instead of the title, you’ll go straight to the book)

Cindy’s Favorite Fettuccine Alfredo

This was one of my serendipitous findings. I spent years trying to emulate a local chef’s high fat Alfredo, sans fat, and tried some changes. When I finally hit on this recipe, it was mid-summer and my husband was in the mood for a cool salad. So because I am the saint that I am, I ate his portion of Fettuccine Alfredo, I mean someone had to do it. I sat down, wrote the recipe and fired it off to the local newspaper’s Healthy Living section. I have had more compliments on this than I can stand, well almost.


Prep time: 15 minutes


6 ounces of whole wheat linguini or Fettuccine noodles

6 ounces of fat free half and half

1 tablespoon light margarine such as I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, Light

½ cup parmesan cheese, finely grated

1 teaspoon cornstarch

1 clove fresh pressed garlic, sautéed

Salt, about 1 or 2 teaspoons

1 tablespoon grated Asiago cheese, optional


In a medium pot, boil noodles per package instructions but don’t add oil or salt. Stir frequently.

While the noodles are boiling, in a medium bowl mix the cornstarch with 1 tablespoon of the fat free half and half. When thoroughly mixed with a fork, add in the rest of the fat free half and half.


When noodles are sufficiently cooked, drain and put directly back into the pot, add the light margarine and mix until melted. Turn heat back on medium and add the cornstarch/half and half mix and heat to almost boiling, but do not boil, for 1 to 2 minutes. Remove from heat. Add the ½ cup parmesan cheese, garlic and salt and mix. The sauce will thicken.


Serve immediately with the grated Asiago.

3 servings:

Calories: 397

Fat: 5

Fiber: 6

Protein: 21

Father’s Day


One of the most cherished holidays of the season. When I was young, I often missed Mother’s Day, Father’s Day.

I didn’t appreciate the importance of thanking my parents for all the love they’d given me, for every decision I made. For the material/immaterial things that kids sometimes don’t get.

Now, they’re gone. Passed a long time ago, but now … I wish I could tell them how much I appreciate them.

Anyone else feel like a heel?

I don’t know how it happened, ’cause I hadn’t put any weight on these holidays, but my son, once he was old enough to understand and every year since, has given me a card, chocolate, or taken me to brunch. Today, he and his girlfriend treated my husband to brunch and I got to tag along.

If I had a time machine …

Thank you Mom and Dad for all your love. And today, Dad, I wish I could smell that really stinky cigar, just one more time.



“Today is the day the Lord has made..

..let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

I stopped the English Patient book after the first 10 … no 5 pages. I kept falling asleep. As a movie, it seemed well-done, years ago. I read a few Christian novels and moved back into the edit/slash/gnashing of teeth stage, the raw pain of slicing my favorite scenes, and trying to cut the word count down.

OK, you ready to hear what the count was? 104,000. I now have the MS at 96,000 (and change). The easiest and most difficult part is rewording, ridding unnecessary words. Today, I tossed “that.” I cut 318 “thats” to 37.

My goal is simple. Spread the Gospel in a fun, exciting, romantic and in a realistic way. Wow, if you read the Bible daily (which BTW you should), there are scenes of every evil under the sun. . . it’s a wondrous honest look at humanity including the many sighs of God. Then repentance. And backsliding.

I am praying for an agent or PH accepting Christian manuscripts for the genre. I am finding through others, the genre is stricter than the Bible. If the Word of God were to be sent to any of the Christian publishing houses now, I am certain it would be turned down for graphic violence, debauchery, incest, seduction, pride, breaking the law consistently, rape, prostitution, the downfall of kings, murder, and the lewdness of Ephraim, Benjamin, Sodom (the cities) etc. And that’s just the Old Testament. Wait ’til you get to the New Testament.

We are all the same. All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. YET GOD intervened. I am blessed every day because of Him.

While fiddling with How to Steal a Romance, I am now intermittently fiddling with Forget Me Not: Non Compos Mentis. This, too, is a Christian romance, but with much more police procedure. A few bullets. No explosions in this one. Did you like the lack of segway, there?

Well, I believe I will post something on my wix site for good measure. You are welcome there, and I’d be happy to hear from ya.

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Hope to catch up to you and network 🙂

Have a happy Wednesday.

The Solitary Life

The writer’s life is the most solitary and misunderstood endeavor I have seen. What about you?
     We have literary groups. Online presence. But we spend a great deal of time writing, in a group, critiquing, editing our own work, writing synopses/queries, and of course, reading.
     I don’t know about you, but my family sees this as laziness. A silly non-job. After all, it doesn’t contribute to the GDP unless money is made. Think of JK Rowling. Near homelessness, she began to write stories to read to her son. Imagine the agents and publishing houses still kicking themselves for pushing her books into the slush pile. I’ve never read her work, not a genre I am drawn to (and I take issue with witchcraft), but you see where I am going. Her family is now flush with money. I wonder what they said before the millions came in?
     The same thing happened to Dr. Suess. You think his family said, ‘wow, what a great endeavor!’ Beatrice Potter went on to create her own publishing house amid her family’s negative response. Her books are still popular today.
     Aching to be a published author is hard work, and heaven forbid other writers disparage our dreams. Other writers and readers may say 1. No one gets published as an unknown author, 2. your chances are one in a billion. 3. Where’s the money? 4. I don’t see any training or gold medal . . .
     Agents don’t tell us why our manuscripts hit the slush pile. This creates only more loneliness in our frustration. And, if you do get published, the reader may wonder why you want all of three dollars for a book. Please, readers who do this, sit for a month and pretend you’re a writer.
     Admit it. Writing is a misunderstood profession. It took five years for my husband to recognize that if nothing else, it is a gift, a path (obsession, ahem) that I must, must follow–lest I despair (Proverbs 13:12).
     The rest of my immediate family says, ‘That’s nice,’ but wonder why I would waste time on a hobby that one they can’t hold in their hands, can’t sell (hope springs eternal for me). I may spend a month (Nanos, ya hear me?) furiously writing a novel, only to miss Thanksgiving, birthdays, important holidays. Spending money on coffee shops. Leaving church afterward, speeding off to spend time with a group of like-minded folks.
     It is important that we spend time with groups whether online or in town, and if your (paying) job allows it, travel to conferences.
      I struggle with writing, not the ‘writing drunk,’ but the ‘editing sober.’ I struggle with the craft. Why? There are too many experts who have different opinions. The only hope right now is to follow what agents want, what editors say, the usual guidelines. The process can take up to two years (after you write, edit).
     I have learned characters are bigger than plot. Heavenly writing — well-written and grammar-perfect manuscripts.
     Are you a lonely, solitary writer? Find a good group. If you land an agent on your first draft, that is awesome. If you do–please don’t gloat. Instead, extend a hand to help, to encourage, share the names of agents and publishing houses that accept manuscripts. Withholding this is greedy.
     So, if your family disses your writing, pray, tell them the importance of your hard work. And when someone asks you what you do, say you are a writer. Claim it  not just within your soul, but to anyone who mocks you. It’s time to stand up–your paying job is not what you are called to, not if writing is your passion, what God has written on your heart.  
     Agents are overwhelmed but keep on submitting, tell your family (or just ignore them), whether you are ever published or not. Our passion is our passion. It’s not golf, rock-climbing with friends and family. It is solitary. When family rolls their eyes, it is lonely.
     You may feel alone, but you are not. Perhaps you can call your family the family of writers across the world. OK, don’t neglect your family–but if they don’t understand, don’t argue. Not worth the angst to deal with their negativity. You may be the next NYT’s bestseller.

Now What?

NanoWrimo is over for another year. Well, wait until Nano Boot Camp, but that doesn’t quite count.

What to do once your 50,000 mark has finished? I used to say, keep writing, editing. I’ve changed my mind. Why? ‘Cause I had to face plant into bed, and other Nano events were quite similar.

After a few days of babbling, drooling with a blank stare, and slack-jawed, I figured I needed a rest. Go for a walk. Hit my boxing stand. Put the cookies away (okay, I finished them. That’s away, right?).

Rather than fiddling with the MS, I am letting it stew. I have worked ‘a bit’ more on the synopsis for How to Steal a Romance.

What I have actively done is get back into social media (like, today was dedicated to it, and now my arse hurts). The English Patient is next on my list of books to read while I finish a Kindle book.

I’ll go back to Scribophile in a bit when I have at least one chapter of Non Compos Mentis ‘mostly’ edited to my satisfaction.

I’ll give it ’til perhaps the end of the month to let my brain cells regenerate before I go hog wild on editing.

‘Scuse me, I gotta go read.