A Basketball Team, she said

What a team. Daughter Amy teaches high school and the team is helping Image may contain: 6 people, people smiling, people playing sports, people standing and basketball courtHer mom is a teacher at a high school and these terrific guys have fun giving pointers to Grandest. She looks mighty happy and her game has improved. I’ll get to see a game this weekend, the joy of my life. To see her out there is a treasure.

She began last year not knowing quite what to do. As the season moved on, she gathered strength and her game improved. A guard, I thought. She might be a guard. But what do I know? I played a whole lot of tennis back then. Sports other than tennis weren’t in my book.

And now the pleasure of being a grandmother arrives in spades. From a little one to a very poised nine year old. How I adore this grandest.

Go girl Go!

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Regarding Henry

After I finished my first movie, Mike Nickols booked me for another Harrison Ford movie, totally different from the first one. Annette Benning is his wife in this story and oh baby, what a sweet tale.

I was a nurse in this one, a busy nurse doing busy things while the major patient , Harrison Ford, laid still after being shot when he went out to by cigarettes. He is a bright lawyer, tops in his company and suddenly he’s a lump. The story is sad in many ways but grows as he heals and learns to love his wife and daughter.

Wnen I left the hospital that first night, Mike and an associate were in the elevator. I said, “Mike, remember me? You cast me as the one who sang Happy Birthday to Melanie Griffith in the last movie.” He smiled his funny smile and said, “Of course I did.”

The beauty of movies back then was fun. Every movie I was in brought joy and fun. Seldom did anyone yell except on daytime drama when the chief went overboard with power.

If you have a chance, rent Regarding Henry for an interesting touching story.

A release to warm your heart

EARLY RELEASE! Charmaine’s Mature Romance Series is really taking off! Check out these Sexy Seniors!

NO TIME FOR GREEN BANANAS by Charmaine Gordon
Series: The Beginning…Not the End, Book 4

Celeste Hamlin, the seventy-five year old widow, CEO of O.U.R. Airlines specializing in chartered vacations, has a goal… She needs to once more conquer the six mountains in the Saranac Lake region before deciding what to do with the rest of her life.

Sixty-two year old Professor Paul Harris, is on sabbatical to hike and relax. When he meets the dynamic Celeste, he recalls the last words his wife said before she passed. “Find another love and begin again.”

What happens next between an older woman and younger man is a story of gentle passion and discovery of The Beginning… Not The End.

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Are we having fun or what? I wrote No Time For Green Bananas awhile back and here it is again, mature romance included. This is exciting. You’ll love the mountain climbing, the parties and dancing and feel the romance grow and how the younger gentleman brings her family together.
Buy the book, leave a review and a special gift from me to you is forthcoming.
Love, Charmaine

A WIP!Once again.

Title: Since Larry Died

Newly widowed Joan braced her hands on the edge of the kitchen sink as she stared out at the garden. She breathed in the scent of lilacs wafting through the open window and thought what a mess and she had to fix it, make it right and why? No one’s home and only she would see the flowers bloom anymore; the fun of pulling dandelions together ended the day his heart attacked him.

A laundry list of pleasure left her life but the worst one to top the list was he never even said goodby.

Joan inhaled a deep breath and let it out in hopes the memories would fade in time; then the backload of conviction she’d summed up to battle her wallowing in the abyss, she snapped her shoulders back and spoke to her deceased husband.

“You exited stage left so I’ll write the next scene myself, if that’s okay, my dear.”

She had to write a letter to him; “Dear deceased Larry, you son of a bitch! “It’s your fault you died and left me alone. Take your pills, I said, everyday, but no; and now you’re gone and I’m alone.

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Fabulous short stories to make you smile

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER
NO TIME FOR GREEN BANANAS by Charmaine Gordon
Series: The Beginning…Not the End, Book 4

Celeste Hamlin, the seventy-five year old widow, CEO of O.U.R. Airlines specializing in chartered vacations, has a goal… She needs to once more conquer the six mountains in the Saranac Lake region before deciding what to do with the rest of her life.

Sixty-two year old Professor Paul Harris, is on sabbatical to hike and relax. When he meets the dynamic Celeste, he recalls the last words his wife said before she passed. “Find another love and begin again.”

What happens next between an older woman and younger man is a story of gentle passion and discovery of The Beginning… Not The End.

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About the Author
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 books and several short stories in three years, she’s always at work on the next story. The books include To Be Continued, Starting Over, Now What?, Reconstructing Charlie, Sin of Omission and The Catch, and her series of Mature Romances, The Beginning…Not the End. “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 And on her FB page http://www.facebook.com/charmaine.gordon
No Time for Green Bananas got a five star review  and mentioned my publisher toward the end. She loved the romance of the couple, the climbing of the mountains and a gift he gives to her. Personally, I love this story and know you will too.

Fabulous short stories to make you smile

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER
NO TIME FOR GREEN BANANAS by Charmaine Gordon
Series: The Beginning…Not the End, Book 4

Celeste Hamlin, the seventy-five year old widow, CEO of O.U.R. Airlines specializing in chartered vacations, has a goal… She needs to once more conquer the six mountains in the Saranac Lake region before deciding what to do with the rest of her life.

Sixty-two year old Professor Paul Harris, is on sabbatical to hike and relax. When he meets the dynamic Celeste, he recalls the last words his wife said before she passed. “Find another love and begin again.”

What happens next between an older woman and younger man is a story of gentle passion and discovery of The Beginning… Not The End.

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NOOK
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GOES LIVE NOVEMBER 13TH!
NO TIME FOR GREEN BANANAS SNEAK PEEK VIDEO
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The last part of the long run

“Paul, here she is.” The grandmother who didn’t live long enough to meet this fine son of mine. So beautiful with prematurely white hair swept up in a pompadour forming a halo around her head, an orchid pinned to a pale gold organza gown. I remembered so well the day she bought it.

He hurried to my side, squeezed my hand, and touched my throat to speak to no avail.

I whispered, “I want three red roses for her headstone. Paul hugged me and patted my back. Three for Pop; one from me, one from you and one from Amy. The two of my children who never knew my mother only through stories and snapshots.

Paul’s new friend Rueben directed us to Walmart around the corner; we had half an hour before the appointed hour of the graveside service, the day after Mother’s Day. A kind saleswoman said there weren’t any flowers left and as we walked away dejected, she called us back. “Look in the shopping cart over there where there should be some leftovers. We thanked her, selected six roses and left.

Once more , we waited next to the fence silent in the rented car, the wilted roses, three red-three pink, between us. A shiny black hearse pulled up; Paul got out of the car and around to open my door, and steered me up and out.

I was dressed in a black pants suit, my son wore his only dark suit and we stood there with our six flowers at a cemetery in Chicago on a cold spring morning.  The back of the hearse opened; a somber man dressed in black, pulled along a polished wooden box balanced on rollers onto the tailgate. Paul edged me forward; the limousine transporting the family hadn’t arrived yet. On this brisk windy morning, we were there to greet my father who lived to be ninety four and I murmured to Paul, “No matter how old, you never want to let them go.”

The driver moved aside and we approached, my son and I. I reached out to touch the coffin. My hand flattened on the box and in a quavery voice, I sang the song Pop and I had sung together for ten years, mostly by long distance. I would sing one line, he the next; a silly song about a goat he taught me when I was a child. We never had a real conversation but we had our song. It never failed to make us laugh, and in the long run, that’s more than good enough.

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Thanks for sharing my memoirs. Love, Charmaine