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She was born and a few days later she got married. She could hardly remember a time when Bob wasn’t an inportant part of her life.

They met in high school, a suburb of the north side of Chicago. Joyce was a freshman, Bob the big senior voted the funniest in his class; a six footer with sand colored hair, green eyes and freckles.  Who could resist him? Not Joyce who made up her mind, setting her cap, the way people spoke in the forties. Like a detective on the scent, she tracked down his schedule to find out where he’d be at homeroom. where everyone had to be at 10 a.m.

Racing up to the fourth floor domain of the seniors, the freshman , wearing a red plaid pleated skirt, red cashmere sweater set with Peter Pan collar dickey and white bobby socks with white and brown saddle shoes, ran up three flights, taking the stairs two at a time.

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The WiP has just begun

Always ready, Madeline Brown prepared for work. Excitement filled her because tonight, after work, she headed up the Christmas party. Her slim body had showered, make-up put on with care, and today she would wear her hair down instead of the usual boring bun at her neck. She had long wavy blond hair she’d hidden all these years working at the bank, rising to a better position from time to time and now she was the boss’s right hand woman. Pretty damn good for a forty-five -year -old woman who did this on her own but now she is so ready for a man. She strutted around her small bedroom after dressing. The new slinky black dress with a low neckline might do the trick tonight. A business jacket had to go over it with a silk scarf to cover her cleavage. She was pleased and excited buttoning the gorgeous new black coat with a fur collar. Oh baby, time to shine. With her Lady Smith in the black leather bag, Madeline was out the door.

Click. click. click came from behind her and as she turned, she whipped the Lady Smith out ready to shoot; she yelled. “Who the hell are you tracking me.?” She looked to see a frightened Bijon Frise at her feet and she bent down as snowflakes fell to lift the small pup into her warm arms. “Are you lost, sweet thing? Don’t worry, I’ll find your home.”

 

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A love letter to my lost one

We were the best couple ever, always loving and together since high school. Our motto was Marriage is one long conversation. And it was. We had our children, lost two, the Air Force years were remarkable. I was so proud of you, my handsome pilot. Civilian life proved to be tough but we made it, always talking things over, figuring out life’s problems together. The older boys chose to play guitars just as you did. Lessons, the basement arranged for their instruments and then a new era began. The seventies, the dawning of Aquarius, girls stopped wearing bras, and marijuana spread through the schools. We didn’t know it would also spread into our home. Life changed drastically as you went off to work and I was left at home with two little ones and two teens out of control.

My love, they never changed, our older children. After that , it became us, the small kids, and them. A few years later, your heart required a pacemaker. From then on you listened to your heart and forgot about me. Thirty seven years of happiness and suddenly, I was alone with a houseful of kids. You had a fever that wouldn’t go down. Doctor put you in the hospital for examination. After a few days of visiting, we sat together so sad life had changed for us. You looked at me the old way, so dear and loving, and said, “I love you.” We kissed and said goodbye.

2:30 in the morning the doctor called. Hurry, he said. By the time I arrived , you were gone.

How can I express the loss of my dearest? I can’t and it was a long time ago. So I say, “Happy Birthday wherever you are.”

My question is you were 56 when I lost you and I have aged. Have you or are you the same hale and hearty kind of guy I met in high school and we fell in love.

P.S. The older sons abandoned me after taking all the money you left to give me a comfortable life. All gone and so are they. Bad words to them from you and me.

Our two younger kids are all grown-up. Our son is married to an extraordinary woman, a fabulous artist. He continues with his artistic life of performing. They live in Denmark. Our beautiful girl grew up to be a teacher and the dearest daughter. We have a granddaughter you would love to pieces, she’s so smart and delightful. She’s nine and plays on a basketball team. You should see her guard. Or maybe you do. I wonder.

I had a bad fall and daughter and granddaughter saved my life. It’s been a difficult time, my love.

Flip flops of life

Some days you’re up; some days you’re down. Sometimes you’re in good health, if you’re blessed; some days you fall into the pit of a cold, a belly ache and worse. Who in the world can tell what happens on any given day.

I have relatives in Houston I can’t get in touch with. I pray all day for their safety. For years we lived in Louisiana and made wonderful friends. Where are they now? I hope ,they are safe and dry.

Life goes up and down, doesn’t it? As for me, I keep on smiling, take care of four cats and our small Cape Cod style home. We are fortunate to be spared a hurricane. Our home is dry, we take care of necessities at our advanced ages. I write my books, he goes to work. I work out, he does the mowing and more.

That’s our life. Long may we wave.

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My new family plus grandest go camping on the weekend

Here they are, all four beauties. Two are off to college to place soccer, Angelina is recovering from a serious injury ; she’s on the mend, also a jock, and CR, the youngest, plays basketball; full of mischief. Don and I had a peaceful weekend in the pool. How lovely. Tony , Amy and his huge family met upstate for a yearly weekend camping trip. Ame said they had a full amazing kitchen set-up. What a fab weekend with the family. And we were peaceful at home in the sunshine. Again I say, how lovely. The girls look mighty happy, don’t they and now we are reaching toward the end of summer. What the heck! What will autumn bring, I wonder. I pray for peace on earth, let the cruelty end and all of us have respect for our president. Enough already. Show courtesy to each other and remember the Golden Rule. Here we have Gianna, Sabrina, Angelina and precious Rae Rae, what a beautiful bunch of girls and to think, they care for me as I care for all of themImage may contain: 4 people, people smiling, outdoor, water and nature

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The End

Excitement happens when a writer finishes a book. I know from experience and many books written, that’s the routine. I just finished a new story, read and reread many times. Why you may ask. The answer is I fell down a year ago and it’s taken a long time to get my brains together. Today I spent the whole day in our pool laughing with Grandest, just the two of us. She’s nine now. I told her my story, slowly.  What a joy to watch her beautiful face understand. And she swam back and forth my mermaid. Swimming gracefully the way she learned long ago.

Together we laughed so hard over nonsense.My Grandest, child of my heart. She taught me to hold onto the side and jump up and down and try other maneuvers. I did what ever she said. Yes, I did because she listened to my story.

So I thank her youth and love and the sunshine and the pool. What a day this has been. More about my new book. It’s in the hands of the publisher now. cHARMJAINE 1 (1 of 1) strong softness_pp

My best to all with love. Charmaine

News! To Be Continued in Portugues

Cobrir a revelar! Coming Soon! Charmaine Gordon’s To Be Continued em breve em Português!!

 

Cobrir a revelar!

Minha História Continua

Charmaine Gordon

Elizabeth Malone acorda a manhã depois de uma incrível noite de paixão com seu marido de quarenta anos para encontrar uma nota: Querida Lizzie, não é você, sou eu. Abandonada por seu marido, decepcionada com a atitude casual da filha Susie, o pai está tendo uma crise de meio ambiente, Beth decide restabelecer-se como o vencedor que ela já foi. Quando Frank Malone retorna, ele está em uma grande surpresa!

 

Elizabeth Malone wakes up the morning after an amazing night of passion with her husband of forty years to find a note: Dear Lizzie, it’s not you, it’s me. Abandoned by her husband, disappointed in daughter Susie’s casual attitude Dad’s having a mid-life crisis, Beth decides to re-establish herself as the winner she once was. When Frank Malone returns, he’s in for a big surprise!

 

Em breve em Português!

 

 

 

To Be Continued Sneak Peek Video (English)

 

 

 

Charmaine Gordon

Charmaine Gordon writes books  about women who Survive and Thrive.  Her motto is take one step and then another to leave your past behind and begin again. Six novels and many novellas and short stories in five years, she’s always at work on the next story. The novels include To Be Continued, Starting Over, Now What?, Reconstructing Charlie, Sin of Omission and The Catch.

Charmaine’s first novel with Vanilla Heart Publishing, To Be Continued, has been optioned for a television movie! “I didn’t realize at the time while working as an actor in NYC, I’d become a sponge soaking up dialogue, setting, and stage directions. I learned many tools of writing during the years watching directors like Mike Nichols and actors including Harrison Ford, Anthony Hopkins, and Billy Crystal. And would you believe, I was Geraldine Ferraro’s stand-in leg model, my first job giving me entrée into all the Unions needed to work. When the sweet time ended, I began another career and creative juices flowed.”

You can reach Charmaine at http://authorCharmaineGordon.wordpress.com
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Translator for the Portugese Editions

Selma R. Silva

Selma R. Silva has been a translator and interpreter since graduation in 1984, She was born and raised in São Paulo, Brazil and had the chance to study languages since her early teen years. Years of hard work, travel and research have led to the perfect time and place to delve into the rewarding experience of literary translation.

 

 

 

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