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“Too dark in here,” I said to my son, Paul, who had accompanied me to my father’s funeral in Chicago.

“Hit the light switch, Mom.”

“I did but the bulb burned out.”

“Like Poppa,” he said. “Like Poppa what?” I said.

“Burned out.” “Kaput,” I said in the dark, falling into the old word game we’d played since Paul was a pup.

“Fini.” “Bought the farm,” I said. A shared chuckle from the black humor.

A click in the dark and a narrow beam of light illuminated my Father’s  packed closet; I groped for his favorite jacket and there it was, worn brown leather bomber style. I pulled it off the hook where it hung for easy access by aged hands and hugged it to my chest. “Smell this,” my son, the jacket thrust in front of his nose where he couldn’t escape.

He inhaled and questioned, “what is it?”

“Perfecto Garcia Queens, Poppas favorites he sent me to the corner drug store to buy them, a quarter a piece.”

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The Huffington Post article written by my son

Huffington Post article 5/13/15

I want Charmaine Gordon’s elderly women’s empowerment fiction to go viral and, while it might not, her work is deserving of it because it is devoted to a small, somewhat overlooked, yet important genre that deserves all the attention it can get.

This woman happens to be my 84-year-old mom and I unapologetically stand atop my desk (metaphorically, that is) trying to find a way to let the world know of this movement in women’s fiction that should have its own section at bookstores. Elderly women’s empowerment fiction certainly has as much value as a cat video or fail compilation, but lacks some of that immediate Oomph. The appeal of the viral videos harking to the wunderkinds, the GoPro thrill seekers and the likes are impressive, yet aren’t we just as moved to see the dance videos in which the elderly hear good music and abandon crutches, walkers and any assistance and kick in with power dance moves of their own?
(see * note at bottom for reference info)

I’m a self-serving son, I know. I’m comfortable touting my mom’s work and I’m proud of her for doing it, but this is not only for my mom. There are a few people out there whose parents could really appreciate this fiction for the hero’s problem-solving skills, romantic life and sheer chutzpah in the face of younger, strong authority figures ready to put the thumbscrews to the seemingly meek old lady. What’s more, Charmaine’s tales reminds us to “Do your creative stuff now!”… the kick in the pants my mom’s intrepid spirit offers to every aspiring senior citizen with an agenda of “shoulda-coulda-wouldas.”

Her books have “what are you waiting for?” written all over them.

Charmaine “The Mom Bomb” Gordon sent me a few of her credos to accompany this article. Being her own best advocate she was willing to equip her son with a few essentials she knows well: “It isn’t over ’til it’s over,” “Survive and thrive no matter who’s in the beehive,” “Life throws plenty at you… so keep dancing.” (That my mom would appropriate one of Yogi Berra’s quotes is fitting, since she and my dad ran a mom ‘n’ pop shop in golf equipment sales and sold Yogi his golf clubs for a stretch of time in the 70s and 80s.)

In the face of adversity, my mom found a voice in this semi-autobiographical niche writer’s market. Her declining health hampered her athletic, self-sufficient style and demanded that she trade her tennis racket for a cane, but it hasn’t slowed her down that much. She had a long tenure in New York’s theatrical productions — small parts in movies, plays and tv soap operas — but ultimately resigned herself to the realities of the spasmodic dysphonia that attacked her larynx. Getting older and no longer capable of enunciating onstage, she took to storytelling in written form. Short stories led to longer ones and when she had a novel-length tale, she shopped herself to agents and found a publisher, one she’s been with for 5 ½ years now. Her first book, To Be Continued is currently optioned for a tv movie.

The characters populating her fictitious neighborhoods always focus on an elderly lady beset by obstacles/prejudices. Through her own wiles she solves/fixes things and exacts retribution from a stalker or other persons with an evil agenda. Due to the tone in her first book — one in which an amorous heroine and her lover cavort and carouse through the first many pages on a sexual skill level reminiscent of the non-stop love world claimed by basketball hero, Dr. J — I lovingly poke fun at her efforts by referring to it as either “old-lady soft-core porn” or “soft-core, old-lady porn” a term of endearment that jokingly belies my feelings.

Gone are the days of despicable phrases like “too much information,” the popular 90s saying that tries to rebuff anyone veering away from some Groupthink form of standards and proper decorum. Bring on elderly women who delight publicly in the search for a satisfying love life. Just as Annie Sprinkle wishes to spread her message by encouraging people to proudly and sexually become their own machines of change and freedom, so can my mom’s writing inspire in its own way for seniors, because my mom’s characters stand strong and unflappable in their entire lives. This genre provides a voice and setting for active elderly women and it appeals to the ever-growing elderly population that shouldn’t be relegated to ignored corners of society. Aren’t these metaphors the same ones we wish taught to every young girl? It shouldn’t be a big leap for any woman over 70, 80 or 90 to be reminded of her potential, right? Perhaps this is the stuff of which revolutions in elderly care can take hold.

Aside from her writing skills, the small but steady fan base my mom continues to develop is due in part to her own spirited personal story, coupled with the senior hero’s story arc. Charmaine has a website, twitter and facebook pages, and works hard marketing her work and embracing current technology. She isn’t about to be left by the wayside and she is not alone in this, teaming up with other women writers to publicize their books in smaller forums around the web. Bearing in mind a lineage of fine women writers who managed to break the age barrier — from Flannery O’Connor to Joan Didion to Maya Angelou to Agatha Christie, this type of novel deserves some investigation and newsworthy attention, not merely because one of those writing in this vein raised me, but it is going to take some influential people offering their business and money knowhow to raise national-level awareness. I’m not claiming my family’s talents to rank with the finest, but I am saying that it always starts from a point of passionate investment, no matter what the investigation; and my mother is certainly passionate and has found a worthwhile cause… and I find myself wondering how to best help spread her message. I believe in the concept behind the brief, delightful TED talk by Derek Sivers, in which a movement gets started by a leader valuing the first followers who choose to embrace that movement, and in doing so become leaders themselves.

As a relatively recently graduate of Goddard College’s Masters of Fine Arts program in Interdisciplinary Arts (yes, a shameless plug for my beloved higher education program), I see many noteworthy examinations within my mother’s genre, including but not limited to social engagement and equality rights. In these times where race relations, handicapped empowerment and gender equality have loud voices, the voices for the elderly speak softer and still require vociferous support from media news outlets.

My mom’s vocal chords are weaker than they once were, not unlike so many seniors, so I suppose it takes words on news/blog sites like this one to push her message out there just a little more. After all, books like hers are only for you if you plan on getting older some day yourself, so it’s not merely a niche market, is it?

[* Because the music was removed by copyright infringement for the fun original, this link goes to the CNN-news version that still has the soundtrack.]

Follow Paul Gordon on Twitter: www.twitter.com/GisforGarbage      

Paul, my dearest son, wrote this a while ago. He is married to a Dane, living in Copenhagen. We confer every day about what we call stuff. Eva, his beautiful wife and talented artist is the best I could ask for.

Love to all. I’m improving day by day and plan to keep up with weriwa on time.

You may have heard my latest book has been released.

Beware The Blue- Eyed Thunderbolt is the title. :2 young girls need a good home. Their new Dad is selfish; their almost new mom is great. They make a plan to work things out and by the end of the book, it does work out. Add in cats and one puppy; the story is fun.

 

 

Spring is really here

Can you believe it? Personally, this sun lover is outside every sunny day wearing shorts and a swimsuit top plus a big pink hat with a ribbon yet! Purchased down at the Jersey shore and then I slipped and hurt my leg. I’m such a delicate little flower in my later years, really. So I read, write, fall asleep, all the good things in life.

I’m  in the midst of a neat story. My son, the one in Denmark, is my comrade as I write. I ask advice; he drums it over and lets me know his feelings. Today I asked him about the title. Right away he sent back something just right. We have fun like this on a daily basis.

Your own children can often be your best friends. It doesn’t often work out this way but when it does, you’ve hit the jackpot. Daughter and granddaughter saved my life. Really. I’ll always be grateful to them. I’ve displayed pictures of my grandest. She’s a wonder, so smart and fun and would you believe she’d learning geometry in third grade! I tried to learn it when I went to Purdue. Pitiful!

That’s the story this evening. Time to write a chapter and read a John Grisham book The Sycamore Tree. Fascinating.

 

Be well, enjoy life and smile. Love, Charmaine

Don’t forget my latest release, folks. It’s a treasure titled Charlie’s Family Secrets an omnibus of 3 books, a series you won’t forget.

The Sun is shining; oh happy Day

At last , the sun is shining . There is nothing like a blue sky to perk me up, especially since I fell last year. We left for NYC early in the morning for an early morning appointment and arrived, although the traffic was heavy, at 8:15. My bleary eyes. closed most of the trip. Once there, I said good morning to everyone on the elevator and the response was delightful. It proves smiles and greeting go far and it doesn’t take much to brighten the day.

Hubs and I arrived home a couple of hours later with the sun brighter than ever. Time for shorts and a tee shirt, I decided and off to the backyard for rays. Now I’m in my office, back at work after feeding the four hungry cats. Time for writing but I couldn’t resist sharing a bit of sunshine with you all.

By the way, my 3 book Omnibus of fine books is waiting for you to read.Check me out on Amazon and you’ll see Charlie’s Family Secrets: Reconstructing Charlie, Sin of Omission and The Catch. e format.

Join me and be on my street team. You won’t regret it. Prizes and fun and sell my books.

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I missed the boat!

I read somewhere, an author needs a street team, friends who assist in promoting her book. Hmm, where were all the folks who were supposed to jump in and help?  When my first book was published, I belonged to a group of writing friends. Since I was the first one published and knew nothing about promotion, I also knew nothing about jealousy. Instead of assisting me, being happy for me, they turned their backs. YIKES, I thought and soon left the group to join another group in hopes of learning more.

And I did. I learned they were not happy when one of my books was optioned for a television movie and they made disparaging comments about that. I still didn’t think about Street Teams, so important in sales and reviews. Seven years of writing delicious books Survive and Thrive stories about strong women who are not afraid to begin again. I’m just waking up to recognize I don’t have a Street Team and don’t know where to find one.

Meanwhile, I need readers to enjoy my latest release Chef’s Surprise and reviews are critical to the publisher. Someone loves my baby.

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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Grab your copy today!

Nook

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Kobo

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Kindle

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N37DGLU

Thanks for stopping by. If you are interested in being part of my Street Team, let me know. Prizes and fun involved.

Charmaine