At my age, I don’t expect to get smiles or even friendly greetings from handsome young men who cross my path. And I don’t think I ever received whistles, even long before menopause. But a very unusual thing happened yesterday, and I’ve spent some time trying to understand the significance of the exchange.
I was standing at the gas pump at Sam’s Club, waiting for my big old Buick to lap up enough fuel to last for the week. At…..
I received a call last week from a gal who lives here in my retirement community. I used to sing with her in an ensemble that entertained annually in our community “Follies,” an amateur talent show I helped to initiate seventeen years ago. As singers, we weren’t that great, but we had a wonderful time together and were welcome entertainers at local church dinners and nursing homes.
In the September/October issue of the Purdue Alumnus magazine, I read a profile of Emily Smith, a Purdue graduate who is Chief of Staff for Family Planning 2020, a global partnership hosted by the United Nations. This group supports the rights of women around the world to decide for themselves whether, when, and how many children they want to have.
Ms. Smith is the product of a family with long associations with Purdue University, which happens to be the school…..
One of my favorite musicals has always been the film, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (MGM, 1954). Not only is the music perfect, but also the dancing is spectacular and the mountain scenery is breathtaking. Although each brother is different (in looks, temperament, and talent), his objective is singular––find a girl to love and make her his bride.
A little over three years ago, seven of us writers, who call ourselves L. S. McFan (an anagram of our initials), decided…..
(NOTE: I posted this in May (I thought) but it doesn’t show up on my blog, for some reason, so here it is again.)
A friend of mine, let’s call her Omi, was seduced by the ads that promised she’d never have to break her back mopping or sweeping or vacuuming her floors…ever again. So, she bought one of those miracle laborsaving devices–a small, round robotic electric sweeper/vacuum that would clean her floors better than a mop and pail…or a…..
I’m not sure which god––or demon––led me to it, but I just happened to pick up a newspaper article (from the Parade magazine, I think) that talked about the joy of tidying up. I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided that the stack of greeting cards that had piled up on my piano for the past several Christmases and birthdays should be looked at again, with a view to keeping ones with addresses I might need or photographs…..
Recently, I read an article that discussed “guerilla tactics” for successful book launches. I’m sure you’re familiar with most of the tactics: use traditional media outlets, but also reach out to social media; offer discounts and relate the launch to special events; and especially, do what you do best.
A friend of mine, Dottie Dettmering, who is 95 years…..
I belong to several different writers’ groups. Some people might think I suffer from a form of overkill. But I believe each group offers a different perspective on the writing life, and that I can benefit from them all as I seek to achieve my dream of SUCCESS as an author.
One group is made up of seven women, “girls who just wanna have fun.” We have been collectively writing a novel, one chapter at a time, one writer at…..
You know that old saying: “It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you in trouble––it’s what you know that ain’t so.”
Those of you who know me well know that I am actually shy (unless I’m on stage), and I hesitate to say something for certain unless I feel very strongly about the veracity of my thoughts. In other words, I hesitate to say anything unless I know for certain that it “IS so.” Even then, I’m often…..
The following item was written by Sheila Lester, a member of my writers critique group, The Scribblers. I think many of us have experienced something similar…unless we’re under age 21.
When I die, my idea of Heaven will be a place that is NOT filled with any electronic, electrical, mechanical, technical, or any other kind of “ical” or “nic” items. I do not want to see, hear, touch, smell, or taste anything that has to do with The Web, The…..