Becky Flade, Author

Some years back, more than a decade of them in fact, I discovered a love for running. But I let it fall away and then I let myself put on a lot of weight. In January I started working out; after I’d lost a few pounds, and built up some stamina, I started running again. And convinced my two girls, Casey (24 years old) and Morgen (14), to do a 5k race with me at the Philadelphia Zoo. And then I set up about training for that race. My only goal? Cross the finish line before my girls! Things didn’t exactly go as planned. First of all, for the last weekend in April, it was unseasonably cold. Second, I got caught behind a incapacitated mini-van on the expressway literally within eyesight of the fricking zoo. Third, I had a large cup of coffee. Fourth, I forgot my damn earbuds. I need music when I run – the sound of my labored breathing is demoralizing and distracting. We line up, the three of us, shivering, and agree to meet at the finish line. The horn sounds and they dart out in...

I’ve written about music enough for any one who follows my blog, even peripherally, should realize music is important to me. My parents shared their diverse taste with my brothers and I – music, movies, and books are literally a Flade family passion. On my way to work today, the crew on the morning radio show I listen to, Preston & Steve on Philly’s own 93.3 WMMR, were sharing their first concert experiences and well…I freaking love going to concerts. And so I give to you the first in Becky’s Concert Series MY FIRST CONCERT It was September 1984, my mom took me to see Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five’s Victory Tour at John F. Kennedy Stadium. I was eight years old. She was twenty-six.  It was the last time Michael toured with his family and my only visit to the iconic JFK Stadium before it was demolished in 1992. My mom’s baby brother, only 23 years old at the time, came with us. They searched our bags and wanded us at the gate. That was a first for me too....

Specially priced for Pre-order at $0.99 http://amzn.com/B074CZ974G Old secrets, new threats...What are they willing to sacrifice? Philadelphia police officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and serving. She sees the work in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white, good guys and bad guys. That is, until she chases a drug dealer into a dead-end alley and finds the bad boy she had a painful crush on throughout her teen years has turned into a more dangerous and more attractive man. Jayson Donovan knows he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker. As the right hand man to a local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly on the wrong side of Kylee’s moral compass. But he can’t help reaching for her time and again when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when his secrets threaten them both.   To see more about the book: http://www.tirgearrpublishing. com/authors/Flade_Becky/a-love -restrained.htm Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35889561-...

My brothers are three of my favorite people. I was almost 17 months old when the eldest of the three, Kenny, was born. Nicholas arrived 8 days before my third birthday. And Christopher about 4 months after I turned five. I don't remember a time when there wasn't a Kenny Flade. But I remember when Nick and Chris came home from the hospital. My mother put them right in my arms, each of them she says including Kenny, and told me they were mine to take care of and to love. I took that responsibility seriously our entire lives. As several bullies could attest if they were willing to admit they got beat up by a girl. My brothers weren’t just my first friends – they’re my best friends. They know all my stories, are featured in all my memories, and share all my friends. I am often saddened by the fact that over the course of adulthood we've made our lives and built our individual families in different states scattered between Florida and Philly. For...

The hubz and I finally went on our honeymoon in beautiful Negril, Jamaica. We made friends with locals and with visitors from all over the United States and Canada.   Our new friends were quick to acknowledge our distinctive accents. Upon our return I began final copy edits and formatting for my most recent release Fated Desires . And the paperback cover went to print, approved by me, with an egregious error. “…the young widower next store” instead of the accurate “…the young widower next door.” It’s vernacular, a local-ism, and embarrassing - it’s on the damn cover! Between being called out in Jamaica for my accent and that damn phonetic typo, a friend suggested I write a blog post in Philadelphian. I thought that was a fun idea. Thanks, Deb This is Deb of the great idea It’s harder than I thought it would be. I don’t exactly recognize that I’m not pronouncing a particular word correctly.   For example, did you know that may...

Yeah, schools are restarting and pumpkin spice everything has descended upon all the lands. Sure, some stores are already selling Christmas decorations; but they're forgetting the best part of fall ~  FOOTBALL