1/3/16 WEWRIWA

Hi Gang, what a year we’ve, both good and not so good but we survived and that’s the best. So we begin fresh.

I have an idea for a new book. The title is Six Degrees of Perspiration. Let me know what you think. This is just the beginning.

excerpt:

“That’s it,” Rachel slammed her handbag on the table at their favorite bistro.
Puzzled, Sarah dropped the menu,“That’s what?”
“I’ve had enough of being a failure as a writer.”
“So what will we do to be successful?”
“There’s no more we; either write alone or forget about it.”
“Please, Sarah, give us one more chance, I have an idea so just listen. This is the title, Six Degrees of Perspiration. Two single women decide to find men to hook up with, something like finding single men who were already vetted and approved by other women and moved on. Guys with hair and teeth, guys without bellies they’d be pleased to date.
Rachel thought out loud, “I’m worth getting naked for and I’d like, just for once, to meet a hot guy with a nice body to feel.

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11/22/15 WEWRIWA

The trees are bare; our lawn is golden instead of green. What a gorgeous time of the year except for darkness; she covers the light and night falls too soon.

Dr. D discovered Tony Flanagan’s secret last week. He’s a good man opening his home and heart to foster children; a man to love.

excerpt:

Hacienda for Tiger and me as he pressed against my ankles in need of food. If he knew how to sing, the Rolling Stones “I Don’t Get No Satisfaction,” would be his choice.  Then I saw a message light blinking on the land line and thought please no emergency.
Tony’s voice and my heart beat faster when he said, “Diane, if you can forgive me, please forgive me, let’s have dinner at one of your favorite places and since I don’t know the area very well, pick somewhere special where we can clear the air and get to know each other.
“Hi, Tony here,” and I laughed, the sound of his voice music, a symphony to my weary ears. “ Pick me up at eight, I know just the place, The Conch House on the ocean.”
A date, what do you think about that, Diane, not bad for starters like a baby learning to crawl, then walk, there’s hope. I weighed myself, not a pound gone; I don’t ask for much so I’ll walk every day, eat healthy and see what happens. If by tomorrow I haven’t lost two pounds, I’ll go back to my slothful lifestyle.

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7/12/15 WEWRIWA

Hi Gang, thanks a bunch for your constructive critique last week. I needed all the help possible to continue.

I just read The Beginning . . .Not The End, a trilogy I wrote last year. To my delight, these mature stories kept me occupied all day laced with humor and tenderness, as I spent the day with my precious granddaughter between swims, lunch and fun time.

On with When Double Becomes Single. The good doctor calls Sharon, waking her from sleep. Never a good sign when a call comes in at 1:30 a.m. and your loved one is in the hospital.

excerpt:

In a daze, Sharon dressed, headed downstairs, pushed the garage door button and wondered vaguely if there was enough gas in the tank. Soon she reached the highway, paid the toll and sped west to the hospital as ordered. She blinked over and over again. The trip from their home in the suburbs after midnight with a light snow falling reminded Sharon she’d forgotten her glasses. Where was the snow shovel and who would do the job of cleaning off the driveway and the long walkway? Too soon for her since hip surgery still had healing to go. A lot of mending happening in this thin body. Barry always called her his pocket wife, so small he could tuck her in his winter jacket. So dear, her Barry.

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5/24/15 WEWRIWA

Memorial Day Weekend. How well we remember and never forget our men and and women who support and fight for our country. My first love , a pilot in the Strategic Command who landed on a wing and a prayer the first time his bomber- a B 26 flew to England during the Korean War and later flew KC 97’s-Air refueling. a hazard all by it self. And then they planned atomic Bomb missions, never carried out, thank God. What a time.

And now to Weekend Writers Warriors for some fun with constructive critique for all.

Spreading Her Wings continues since there’s been so much enthusiasm for this story. The last scene took place where serious men were investing in the show on Broadway until the biggest investor walked in with his gawky daughter-the triple threat, she can’t dance, can’t sing, can’t act.

Excerpt in nine:
A crowd of men gathered around a burly Irishman who roared disapproval at the audition process.
“My daughter is as good as any of the girls in there.”
A soft spoken man pulled him aside just close enough for Sally and Teresa to hear.
“Mr. O’Malley, you are the major investor in the show and you want the play to be a success don’t you?”
“Of course and I also want my daughter to be a star.”
“Sir, she may not be quite ready for that because it takes years of training to . . .”
The bigger man grabbed him by his collar to lift him up eye to eye.
“You want a play and I got the dough so shut your face and get Clarabelle ready.”
He dropped him to the sidewalk to leave him eyes popping with fear.
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Spreading Her Wings
Kindness to Strangers in River’s Edge rubs off on all who live there. Sally Kirkwood responds to an emergency call from a friend one early morning. A daughter is missing and with Sally’s skill as a reporter, she finds her at an audition in NYC. Thus begins an adventure of show business, unfaithfulness, forgiveness and success.

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A Swim Suit Sale and a coupon!

When I saw the Macy’s ad, I thought Hmm, I’ve been wearing bikini’s in the privacy of my backyard for years. No one comes over except daughter and grandest, after all and they’re way too busy looking adorable in a multitude of new swim suits to look at old Granny so who cares. Right? Hubs thinks I look swell while he’s cleaning the pool and I’m usually writing a book or listening to a book on tape. Then I thought, hey woman, watch yourself. You’re not a kid anymore. Look out for Rumpled-Mom-Skin. At my age, it’s something to consider.
So I got in the car and off to Macy’s I went, found the swim suit section and the sweetest YOUNG woman helped me find a bright print two piece ruffled thingy to cover me. On sale with coupon plus an additional Macy’s reward check for ten bucks!!!!!!! Yippee.
My advice to all who have a stretch mark here and there, take a good look and get yourself a new swim suit for not a bunch of dollars. If I can do it, so can you.

Happy shopping and use lots of sunscreen in the sun.

5/17/15 WEWRIWA

Happy Month of May Older Americans Month. I love the idea of celebrating a whole month for the elderly Americans. You may not be there yet but one day you may wake up and find you’re a grandparent just like me.

It’s also almost Sunday and time to share our snippets so let’s have at it. My story is titled Spreading Her Wings. Sally Kirkwood is the friendly neighborhood reporter who helps Teresa find her daughter Misty, self involved in preparing for a Broadway audition.
As many of you know I was an actor in NYC for years. My take on this story is very real.

excerpt in eight:
In the darkened theatre, several men sat talking, computers on laps, taking notes while the director and his assistant rubbed their hands in anticipation.

Jerry Kaufman, the chief producer’s job was to gather the money to get the play up and running and already the men here had already pledged a bunch of dough.

The last man to arrive came up the aisle with a gawky girl in tow.

“Oh shit, please tell me she’s not the daughter he wants as the lead in the play.”

Seymour, his assistant, nudged him in the arm and said, “Jerry, she’s the girl O’Malley wants as the lead
and right away I can tell she’s a triple threat; can’t dance, can’t sing, can’t act.”

“The nerve of him coming in late when all the boys and girls are already lined up.”

“Money makes the world go around, Jerry so work with it and say hello at least.”

Jerry rose from his slump in the auditorium; “Hi Mr. O’Malley. How are you and who is this young lady?”

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Spreading Her Wings is available in all eformats and also in the River’s Edge series Trio Volume 2
Enjoy the entertainment world of Broadway in this story.

Spreading Her Wings

Kindness to Strangers in River’s Edge rubs off on all who live there. Sally Kirkwood responds to an emergency call from a friend one early morning. A daughter is missing and with Sally’s skill as a reporter, she finds her at an audition in NYC. Thus begins an adventure of show business, unfaithfulness, forgiveness and success.

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Mother’s Day gets better and better

This year , daughter and grandest took me to Pinot’s Palet in Nanuet where we drew pictures. A full house of women and their families filled the charming shop as we drew aided by the wonderful artist teacher and her assistant. In my youth, I learned the craft of drawing for Lord and Taylor in Chicago, a totally different style. As I used the paint and brushes and followed the instructions, I found I had an unusual style of sadness, dark trees and nothing light like the picture on display. Maybe it’s my age but that’s what the final result was. Mostly dark cloudy sky and haunted trees. Ah well.

On the other hand, I don’t write that way. A good sign. And today I’m
excited to share a 5 star review for my latest release, River’s Edge Trio Volume 2.

5 Stars Like a sleeve of cookies
By Stella Marie Aldenon May 12, 2015
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
I have never read one of Ms. Gordon’s books before and now I know why she is so popular. The characters are lovely, the stories compelling and leave one, like a sleeve of cookies, wanting more and more. In today’s new world of Romance, where it seems like everything is about shock value, this set of stories is like coming home for Christmas, Embrace the love and sweetness, in a town that expects the best of everyone, and eventually they come around. Don’t confuse sweet with boring, however. There are some moments, like a hero in a coma, or a widow losing her house, that will leave you holding your breath!

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4/12/15 WEWRIWA

Cats all over the place. So sweet as they climb on my lap and bother me while writing. Oh well. Spring is definitely here. I planted tulips and deer ate them. Bad word for the pretty deer. At least they didn’t munch on my daffodils and more hyacinth than you can count.

Last week in Bridging the Gap, the happy couple, James and Anna named the pup Doc after Dr. Brad Cohen, their new best friend. This is the calm before the storm, my friends. Anna is pregnant,James is still recovering from the concussion, Anna has to make amends with her mother, magistrate of the tribe she ran away from two years before and now Amanda, Jimmy’s daughter from his first unfortunate marriage is settled in bed in the penthouse.Kathy is her natural mother’s name.

excerpt in eight:

Anna heard sounds coming from a phone and she thought, maybe the little girl has some kind of cell phone that can tape conversations so she poked Jimmy who was just about to fall asleep.

“Honey, you’ve got to hear this.” and they crept to the door and listened; what they heard staggered them.

James knocked on Mandy’s door, it’s Daddy, honey may we come in?
Sure enough, she had a new Iphone next to her ear and tears rolled down her cheeks.
 
Startled and frightened, Mandy gasped for air; one night, I heard Kathy talking to someone real loud so I brought my phone next to the door to tape her talking. She said, she said, oh Daddy, she said she never wanted to have me.  She said the only reason she was in the house was to make trouble for you and get more money. Listen.” She played it again. And I took pictures of her lying in bed all fancy in a dress.”

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Easter Sunday and all is well

Don and I went to visit daughter and grandest and we played ball. Did you ever play Monkey in the Middle? The best fun ever. Daughter kept saying I should sit and watch. Who me? Not so. I scrambled for every ball, grandest retrieved the ones that got away. No end to laughter ringing in the sunshine. We made a batch of bacon for a treat, dogs barked in the yard safe behind the fence and I was the last one standing. See the pic of me conducting I don’t know what. Maybe the happy in my heart.

Thanks for checking in to share my joy. Can you feel it?

New book to be released in a couple of weeks. Titled Bridging the Gap.

Blurb:

Anna Youngblood and James Chandler have problems. His little daughter overheard his ex say she never wanted kids; Anna must make amends for breaking rules of her tribe; he has a serious concussion and she’s pregnant. Can this couple find happiness in River’s Edge? You betcha, they can. Conflict, don’t you love it?

                                                                                                                     Here I am conducting the sunshine at the end of Monkey in the Middle

Introducing Judy Audevard, the woman who never says it can’t be done. . .

It’s not what you think, my friends so elevate your minds to a higher level and read on. Judy and I met under a tent some years back. I had one book title to sell at this Apple festival in Warwick, she had Kizzy the wonder Bichon Frise a therapy dog. She also had at her side, the best supportive husband I’ve ever met, Bob. Judy also had a book about Kizzy on display. Friendship at first sight.

This is her story. Judy’s determination and willingness to follow a dream has just rewarded her with a medal. Yes, a medal from the United States Army for excellence as a Civilian Volunteer, one of the highest medals , a treasure for my friend , the director of Hudson Valley Paws for a Cause.

It all began with an email. A woman who had just returned from the Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D.C. and witnessed the therapy dogs comforting and bringing happiness to the wounded soldiers wondered why in the world didn’t such an organization be helping up at West Point where the wounded warriors were being housed. She dug in, did the Google search and found Judy through Therapy Dogs, Inc.

“It was a rough start.” said Judy. There were many rules at the Point why it never could happen but Judy and her stalwart pals did the impossible. No pets inside. Okay. They visited with the returned vets on the porch but this is New York, upstate where the weather gets a bit chilly. They had to find an inside venue to continue. Slowly, step by step, with Judy at the helm, she was able to connect with the Red Cross and doors opened little by little.

The program has grown to huge proportions. Every week, special needs kids as part of the curiculum,and the therapy dogs get together for reading. The dogs encourage the kids to read by listening and showing their canine love. Almost every day of the week, the team of Hudson Valley Paws for a Cause take time to visit various homes for the aged, Meals on Wheels, and so much more. Picture them loading up their cars with their magnificent trained and certified dogs to bring joy to people all over in Rockland County, Orange County, and Connecticut.

While we’re snug in our homes during snow, rain and all kinds of bad weather, I just had to tell you about this fine group of volunteers. If you ever think of giving  a donation to some cause, consider Hudson Valley Paws for a Cause and the wonderful work they accomplish every week.

Kizzy                        He’s also one of the main characters in this book.