Kizzy’s Final Chapter

Kizzy’s closest companion, my friend Judy Audevard, wrote this last tribute.

It’s so hard to write an end to a beautiful love story. In life, all good things come to an end. This has been an amazing run for Kizzy and me.  We worked so hard to build a strong pet therapy program for adults and kids. About two years ago, I noticed Kizzy lacked the enthusiasm he always had when we went on visits. He was tired, eyesight and hearing failing. Our last visits were to nursing homes and Kizzy felt comfortable there. No noisy kids running around, the soothing serenity with elders calmed him. I felt so guilty leaving him when work called yet knew he’d nap and be there to greet me when I returned.

One spring day, Bob and I received a phone call from someone who needed a home for a puppy.Bob and I went to pick her up thinking we’d contact someone who needed said pup but no. This tiny, maybe two pounds, pup needed a home. Our family voted and she became ours. She took one look at Kizzy and fell in love. He became big brother to teach her manners, use outside for a bathroom, eat from a bowl. He also taught her that a leash and collar were not to be feared, and riding in a car was the most fun ever. Her name is Lulu.

They cuddled together all morning until it was time for Kizzy to say goodbye. She sleeps in his bed now and plays with his toys. Lulu feels his absence as we all do. We celebrated her first birthday a few days ago with a rousing bash. Our grandchildren and their friends joined the big party. She received new toys and lots of attention.

Lulu will have large shoes to fill but she’s training hard and has the personality and temperament to become a therapy dog. She’s on her way.

As for me, a few nights ago before I learned Kizzy had passed, I envisioned him running after a ball, having fun. They call it Rainbow Bridge. I call it a loss, a love I’ll never forget.

In my book, River’s Edge Trio Volume 1, check out Help Wanted. In the story, the main character calls on her friend, Judy to bring therapy dogs to the Veteran’s Hospital for a day of cheer. You will so enjoy this story because I asked Judy to do a “picture this” moment to describe what happens when she and her friends bring their therapy dogs to this rehab for Veterans. It’s real, it’s wonderful You’ll love it.


This Is Me

Hi everyone, we’ve been in touch for several years already but do we really know each other? The most I know about any of my writing friends is their style of writing. So this evening I decided to give you a short run down on me.

I married my high school sweetie during the Korean War. He became a pilot in the Strategic Air Command; I became an Air Force Wife, quite a change from the sheltered girl who grew up in Chicago, went to Purdue U and was swept away by HIM!

We had a batch of kids like most Air Force wives did; I wrote shows and directed them for the weekly fancy dinners at the Officer’s Club never dreaming, before long, my talents were to be used in a different way. As civilians, we moved to New York. There a friend who worked professionally as an actor suggested I take my talents to the big city. And I did. Thus began what I call the sweet time of my life.

Now, in my fifties, I traveled alone to the big city and found my way. Soon daytime dramas had me working several days a week and the other days I had movies to work on. Bit parts were just enough. My first movie was Working Girl where Mike Nickols beckoned to me, handed a bunch of balloons and a big birthday cake and said, “Sing Happy Birthday to Melanie Griffith.” When Harry Met Sally was a bunch of fun, also another movie with Anthony Hopkins who invited me to lunch. During the run of an Off Broadway play my voice felt strange. I saw a specialist who shook his head. Bad news. Spasmodic Dysphonia attacked my lovely voice to end my acting career.

Creative Juices continued to flow and a writing career began. I wrote and wrote until I finished my first book To Be Continued. A publisher requested the manuscript and I was on my way. I write Romance/Suspense with humor and often pets find their way into the stories. Mature Romances are part of platform because “it isn’t over ’til it’s over.”

So, my friends, this is me. If you’d enjoy jumping in to let me know more about you, I’d be so pleased.

Keep a smile on your face and let me hear from you.

Charmaine Gordoncharmainegordon



We Still Love Basketball

Unbeaten St. Paul’s team won the Number one prize but our girls did so well, running hard, shooting for the hoop and Grandest played the whole game, fast as the wind encouraging her team mates. She beamed receiving the trophy as did all her buddies. A great season for all of us to see her grow, develop, love the sport and belong to a team.

Personally, this Granny thrilled through the whole game. I clapped my hands for the other team whenever they scored because that’s part of the game. When I was a kid, girls didn’t play sports. We watched the boys. What a time we missed. We had to wait ’til the boys finished tennis at the park before getting a court. Yikes! What a stupid time. And now everything is wide open, all sports for boys and girls. Go Grandest go! Granny cheers for you.

Granddaughter and Daughter, my bestest!

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Continuing with Chef’s Surprise:

Hi Gang: Monday 2/13 is my 86th birthday. Yes it is and I invite all of you to enjoy Champagne with strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce to celebrate with us. “nuff said.” Just c’mon over to celebrate this special day. And now for Chef’s Surprise.

Rags to riches, someone called this story. Last week Reva Mercer, degree in hand, made her way to New York City to compete with the best chefs in town; a woman in the world of men. The same dream came to her every night only this time her job turned out to be the head Chef in a fancy penthouse apartment in Central Park in the plush are of Manhattan. She laughed to herself; who’d a thunk little Reva escaped her past, went to Nursing College after learning to cook the hell out of great fancy meals.And what’s more, Clayton, the youngest son had fallen big time for her.

Excerpt: Tonight the occasion was Clayton’s partnership in the family law firm but the man who caught Reva’s eye had to be the father, a widower, handsome as all get out.

With luck, the elderly Grandmother found Reva with fine credentials and hired her on the spot. As she prepared the dinner, old thoughts ran through Reva’s mind; she’d never forget the afternoon she met Grans.

The head chef at Raos needed a break, so he said, and beckoned Reva who had been baking all afternoon, fascinated with the fluted rim on her special Key Lime pies. She hid her annoyance and blinked her flirty eyes at the boss to give him false hope.

“Take care of those two old ladies and do it now,” he said and the minute Reva’s green eyes connected with the older woman, she’d fallen for her because years of eldercare taught her to respect and show kindness. After taking the luncheon orders, Reva added a special sauce followed by a bonus for dessert, a sliver of her key Lime Pie baked just that morning. Before the ladies left, she slipped her business card to Mrs. Randall; a close friendship began that very day.

Now, weeks later after numerous meetings for lunch, Reva glanced around her surroundings where Grans invited her to be their guest for the evening complete with outfitting the young chef in evening clothes once she had overseen the kitchen staff.

After the splendid party, Reva had an intuition something was wrong with her dear hostess and she ran to Mrs. Randall’s room, heard moans of distress, rushed in and recognized a Transient Ischemic Attack in progress.

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.

With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.

Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.

There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.




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Chef’s Surprise-my latest release

Hi gang, last week I introduced Chef’s Surprise from page one. She ran from a sad life to begin again, far from Grassy Key and Pa, so nasty she needed to change her life. Pretty Reva, age sixteen, managed to slip through the arms of the cop to settle in on a seat on the bus, the box of stolen money stashed in her old backpack.

Excerpt: The hours passed, dawn came and before much longer the bus stopped at a pretty section of Florida with a big sign to direct exhausted Reva to the college. She staggered off the bus after only a few hours of sleep and one peanut butter and jelly sandwich made at home. Backpack slung over a weary shoulder, Reva trudged up the glistening crushed stone walkway to the front gate and stumbled in.

A kind older woman greeted her with the nicest words she’d ever heard; “You must be our long lost Reva Mercer,” and right before the woman’s eyes, Reva crumpled to the floor.

A bowl of stew revived her long enough to answer questions do your parents approve you entering our program? and how old are you? and what about tuition?

She considered lying, thought twice to embelish truths to get by; “My Mother died when I was born; Pa forced me to work in his diner until I ran away after I learned to be a good cook by reading cookbooks in the library at the next Key.” The matron prompted her with the issue of money and Reva opened the box filled with dollars and coins that spilled all over the floor and all Reva did as she gathered her money, was giggle.

“Please let me stay even though I’m sixteen because I have experience in eldercare and cooking and I’ll never let you down.”

Four years later, degree in hand, Reva Mercer made her way to New York City to compete with the best chefs in town, a woman in a man’s world.

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.

With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.

Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.

There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.




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Chef’s Surprise-My latest Release

I’m excited to announce my latest release Chef’s Surprise. Here’s a taste from the beginning:


Teenage Reva Mercer had a dream; one day she’d gather her saved dollars and Pa’s hidden coins, make a run for the bus to leave the darned Keys, always so hot, too much work, and head for the Nursing College where she’d learn to care for sick people. Not drunks and fools and she’d have a real life with decent folks.

One night, that’s exactly what she did, with him sleeping and her all packed for her oh-so so- near better life.

Of course, plans don’t always work out just right. Officer O’Brien pulled up next to Reva just as she was ready to board the bus. “And where are you going this night, young lady?”

The young woman gave him the flirty eyes that knocked him out every time and when he grabbed her arm, she pulled away in time. The horny officer, thinking better of the hassle and paperwork ahead instead of a cozy beer and the game on the tube, left the beauty to her own and the bus left him scratching his head with a frown on his broad face.

“Oh Lord, save me from this place and I’ll never return,” she muttered and sat, backpack on her lap.

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Thanks for your support,

Hugs, Charmaine


Starting Over

Last week I wrote about murder and heroine Emily’s fight to survive against a powerful combatant, the former client of her now deceased husband. Clifford Lansdale, in his twisted mind, calls her his Goddess. He murdered his lawyer, Patrick Corwin,  by driving into him at the ocean’s edge and racing away. His next plan had him kill the police officer guarding Emily’s back slider doors with access to the beach. Changing into the police uniform, Lansdale knocks on Emily’s door, gains access to Emily and drags her toward the ocean in a fight to the finish expecting to kill her on this night of ridding himself of all obstacles to his freedom.


Emily ran but his long legs were after her splashing through waves of the incoming tide. Again long arms grabbed her from behind, held tight across her waist. What was the crazy man saying crossed her mind; it sounded like ‘Goddess, you’re mine now.’

Emily stomped as hard as possible on his bare feet at the same time slamming her head up and back into his face, a move learned at Tai Kwan Do.

He dropped his hands in pain, fell backward and she ran screaming toward her home; screaming for help as loud as she could. And help was there with police running, guns out and Mark was there. Mark picked her up and held her against the chill and terrors of the night.

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p.s. Mark is her best friend from long ago. He’s an integral part of the book. The book doesn’t end here. Alas, I shortened the tragic scene to bring to you and thus, next week, another story begins. There are many more faces of Charmaine ahead as you can tell. I do request, my friends, if you read Starting Over, please leave a comment as I have done whenever I purchase your books. Authors understand how important reviews are for buyers.

Thanks again for your helpful comments. Hugs to all.



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