Memoir of a fall April 2016

This is on my mind so now I will share my story. Just a bit of it right now.

Memoir of a Fall  April 2016


The last thing I heard or understood for many months was the sound of sanitation workers at six in the morning. I turned and thought, Oh My God, I’m falling with nothing to grab on to.  The fall felt loud and hard on the hardwood bedroom floor where my granddaughter slept and so did I when we had sleep-overs. Suddenly an unfamiliar world. Words spoken meant nothing. Gone, that’s me.

My daughter went into action speaking, talking, dressing, and calling. My granddaughter appeared to be a small ghost following instructions. I, the clever writer, faded into nothingness, an empty shell, no one. I heard the word hospital. A strange man, two men lifted a gurney. It had no meaning. They placed me in an ambulance like a doll and drove in a hurry. I don’t recall anything after that. A room, nurses so cold, doctors checking on my frail self. Talking about X-Rays, the woman’s head, examinations. Quiet,  who always had something to say, said nothing. No one asked me for food. I didn’t eat. After the first day I think, a woman came. I heard the words, “Can she stand?” What did she mean can I stand? Call me a ragdoll because there was nothing left of the attractive actor who once drove to New York City and worked in a glamorous environment. I had forgotten all of me because I fell. Daughter tried to straighten me up to no avail. I slithered to the floor like a stuffed doll. A sense of relief came over me. No more this terrible hospital where nurses were cruel, uncaring. I knew inside the shell of me, my daughter would take care.


My friends, everyone has a story. This mine, a terrible one I must tell. Picture me, the smiling author who carries a burden.


Tune in next time for more, if you’re interested.  Best Charmaine


More WIP, Oh Yeah!

Possible title, Mother, Daughter, Doctors, Babies             like (Tinker, tailor, soldiers , spies)

Last week we met widowed Joan. This week she moves on.


Joan rolled up her short sleeves to make a list because from now on, it’s up to tough Joannie to keep things going, to take care of not only herself but don’t forget Larry’s car. Who needs two cars both almost new and now, she thought, she can ride his Harley whenever she wanted to, Oh Yeah! without asking. A capable woman, she knew how to shoot a gun and a rifle and yes, she could use Larry’s club membership no matter what the men said because women were allowed.

She could get a job but she never had a job in her whole life and he left her enough money to keep her comfortable. The therapy dogs kept her busy twice a week doing their good work at West Point and what? Well, old Joanie, you can meet someone nice and have dates and then she glanced in the mirror; time to see the hairdresser and put herself together.

Tomorrow was Skeet shooting day and this woman will be there.

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I’m a High Mileage Person

We’re never too old to grow up. Women of the forties and fifties were sheltered. We were supposed to be perfect homemakers wearing shirtwaist dresses and pearls like the sitcoms on television. Once the husbands were gone, there might be a different life ahead.

During these times, women must be smarter, more sophisticated, security minded. We can no longer be naive. We have come through so much and think of all the layers we peeled back.

We don’t have to settle for being silver plated.  Being a piece of sterling silver gives the depth and a patina that comes with age.  Speaking of age, forget about numbers! Be glad you’re alive and embrace each day. Accept changes in your life.

As for me, folks, I’m writing books. Lots of books and having a ball.

My latest release is an omnibus of 3 books: Charlie’s Family Secret and baby, what a secret Look for it -it’s an e book in every format.

3 Charmaine Gordon Novels in 1 Volume!


Reconstructing Charlie

Charlie Costigan has a secret. Home life gone from bad to the worst when she protects her mother from another vicious attack by her drunken father. Midnight. Clothes thrown into an old suitcase, she races for the bus with a letter to an unknown aunt and uncle. “This is my daughter. Embrace her as if she were your own.” Determined, Charlie begins again. Alone with her secret.

Sin of Omission

A twist of fate intervenes when Shelley keeps a secret that threatens to break apart the Costigans and her future. A mysterious client, Deanna Rose, enters Haven, victim of a savage beating under strange circumstances. Shelley investigates and finds Ms. Rose has an unsavory past. With the reputation and safety of Haven at stake, Shelley is at risk to lose everything and everyone she cares about.

The Catch

Tom Donnelly, once known as The Catch – every woman’s dream guy, has fallen down every rung of the ladder he once worked so hard to climb. On New Year’s Day, he realizes just how far he’s fallen, and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain the trust lost from his family, his law firm, and his friends – and maybe even find the right woman this time.



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Eulogy to my pilot

The Korean War had begun and he enlisted in the Air Force Academy to learn to fly. And Fly he did until he literally received his wings for the Air Force under General Curtis LeMay. We were married as soon as he got his wings, Then we moved from Chicago to San Antonio, Texas for temporary duty. What a change in our lives for a long time. At one point, his Major got orders for Korea and by luck, the men flew to England, landing with one wing and a prayer. Here he is in a trainer just getting started to learn. His roommate died during a maneuver. Carelessness was not allowed. Throughout that time, he met some great men, traveled to Africa for temporary duty and eventually returned home with the Military Band playing and flags flying. The following morning we had our first child.

Thank you for your service, Lieutenant Bud Gordon  You were a fine pilot, a better husband and father and deserved more of everything in your life. Paul, Amy and This wife miss you every day. We had other children who don’t deserve any mention, sad to say.


Watch out. The WIP is coming

Possible title: The Widow, The Daughter, The Doctors


Newly widowed Joan stared out at the garden and thought what a mess and she had to fix it, make it right and why; because no one is home anymore. She’s the only one to see blooms from now on. The fun of pulling dandelions together ended the day his heart attacked him; a laundry list of pleasure left her life and Larry never even said goodbye. Thirty-seven years of life together gone and Joan took a deep breath, let it out before she thought what’s next?

She rolled up her short sleeves to make a list; from now on it’s up to tough Joannie to keep things going, to care for herself and don’t forget about Larry’s car. Who needs two cars both almost new and now she can ride his Harley whenever she wanted to without asking! A capable woman, she knew how to shoot Skeet and suddenly an idea came to her. Larry just paid the club membership so she’d ride to the meeting Saturday and appeal to the men because she planned to belong to the club and shoot every week.

Her letter to Larry said: Dear Deceased Larry, you son of a bitch, it’s your fault you died and left me alone. Take your pills, I said but no and she lit a match to the paper and turned her back to the flame.

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Gang, I’m up for any changes you think fit. Write them and I’ll respect your ideas. Maybe. Just kidding.

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.

Before the Final Curtain plus good news

Thus far we’ve met Becca Morgan, the new first lady in Randall’s latest play. Then came Christopher Williams, Becca’s former lover on and off stage in years gone by. Now we meet the rest of the cast and more. Are you ready? Yes, you are

Always one to arrange the gathering with style, Randall Sloan had what he called the Drama Bus pick up everyone who didn’t live in New York City at a designated location , Exit 5 on the Palisade Parkway.Jane Nelson, a sturdy middle age woman stood feet planted apart, clipboard in hand and called, ” Gather around, people.”

Excerpt:  Jane Nelson, a sturdy middle age woman stood feet planted apart, clipboard in hand and called, ” Gather around, people.”

Penny Cranford hurried from her Toyota, bag in hand bumping against endless legs. She has her first big role as Becca morgan’s daughter in a new play. “I’m so excited,” she said to no one and everyone.

“Hey, Penny, we made it, good to see you, “said Brad Joseph and he moved in close to his soon -to-be stage wife, “this is great.”

The award winning costumer, Selma Leon observed and made mental notes.

The assistant to the director, a brilliant young man, staggered out of an old VW with a stuffed battered briefcase.

Jane said, “Welcome to the Drama Bus; before you get on board, you may call me Stage Nazi just once ’cause that’s what you’re allowed. After that, you may call me Jane.”

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Before the Final Curtain is one of three stories in Volume One, The Beginning. . .Not The End.


And now more good news. Charlies Family Secrets, 3 books in an omnibus are now available in all e formats. Great summer reading you won’t forget:      Product Details