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And Then She Said. . .

We went to the doctor, grandest and I, a blip on the perfection of her lovely skin. Yesterday evening was the Christmas Pageant at her school. Grandest had the part of an angel. Hmm. A devil? No, an angel. A quick nap required on my couch and the she changed before daughter arrived. There stood a lanky beauty before me. No more little child. She’s blossomed into a girl of beautiful proportions, long legged, athletic with personality. Thank you dear God for letting me live to see her like this. Here is a picture in costume at the Pageant.

Grandest, my angel.

Enjoy every moment , Grandparents. I do.


And Then She Said. . .

My  Grandest with a golden heart.

Last night Grandest said she had a plan. “What is it, honey?”

“I plan never to give up.”

Be still my aching heart for this is my plan too. I survive and thrive no matter what happens and here is my seven and a half year old repeating my words to live by. What a wonderful girl. She is truly my best friend.

Merry Christmas everyone. Keep our words in mind. Be strong and never give up. Words to live by. Love from Charmaine and Grandest forever.



And Then She Said. . .

After school one day, instead of rushing in the house to dine on Mac and Cheese and stuff, Grandest called out, “Granny, I’m going to swing in the front.” Curious, I followed her to find a friend had strung up rope and there she was jumping on her picnic table and climbing a thick yellow rope.

Not to be out done, I said, “I’m coming.” Cane in hand, off I hobbled. She helped me climb on the table and grab the rope. Heart palpitating, I tried. Really, I tried.  She showed me hw to stretch and do thing I used to do with no prob but what can I say. Age has taken a toll. So I watched and enjoyed, tried again and again. When she finished, hand in hand we headed toward the house where homework and food waited.

Do I love this Grandest? You know I do.


Sassy at seven and a half.






4/17/15 WEWRIWA

If an author quotes says this, I believe it.

Charmaine Gordon writes charming stories filled with love! – Bestselling author of Playing For Keeps, Liz Matis
Bridging the Gap is released and ready to enjoy. WEWRIWA is thanked in the dedication for all the constructivive critique, week after week. Thanks again, my friends.
Last week Amanda, Jimmy Chandler’s young daughter revealed overhearing her mother telling someone she never wanted children. All she wanted was her husband’s money. Jimmy calls his lawyer.
At eleven thirty, Mandy’s lunch time, they picked her up from school. Lunch became a picnic once their girl shared a bite of peanut butter and jelly with her new best pal. Amanda’s face licked clean with help from little Doc, the family crowded into the elevator, a new experience for all of them. As predicted, Katherine Chandler had dressed like a sophisticated nun, all in black. At the sight of her mother, Mandy trembled. She held tight to her Daddy and new Mommy, Anna.
excerpt in eight:
The lawyer sat them in comfortable chairs across the wide table; again Mandy shivered.and whispered to Anna, “The table’s so big like a lake, she can’t swim across and grab me, can she?”
“No, honey. We’ll take care of you today and always so be tough and brave the way you were when the bulldozer came last year and you were just six.”
“And who is she?” the shrill voice of Katherine Chandler screeched as she pointed a long curved painted blue fingernail at Anna.
“She’s my new Mommy.” and small hands reached up to pull Anna’s face close where the seven year old girl planted a kiss on Anna’s cheek.
Like the big bad wolf who expected to blow the house down, Katherine demanded to see legal papers and flustered, the high priced lawyer she’d engaged to represent her,

requested the documents,

“This is ridiculous,” Katherine pointed to the date, yesterday, “He wants my baby girl, come to Mommy.”
“What kind of a Mommy are you ’cause you left me alone all the time  with no Mommy to say hi with a kiss after school.”
The Chandler’s lawyer Ralph Merritt rose to say, “This proves Katherine Chandler to be unfit as a mother; she has damaged her daughter and we have proof she never wanted her and the child, Amanda Chandler, wishes to be separated from Katherine Chandler forever.  She may be seven years old but she knows what you’ve done.”

Grandest is seven tomorrow. How did that happen.?

It’s hard to believe that the seven pound baby I helped raise is now seven,. She’s my best pal taking care of me always especially on these wintry days of ice and snow. She takes my hand and steers me around black ice until we reach my car, then hands over my book bag. Then she waits until I buckle my safety belt and off we go. Today is Karate class. On the way she announced that in March, a book she’s writing about ‘point of view’-did I know what that means? will be published and she has to rewrite it. It’s a take on Cinderella and the evil sisters. We discussed a possible cover. I suggested that I take the book Cinderella out from the New City Library and we’ll talk about possibilities.

What a joy to have her friendship , the tiny girl I once rocked to sleep and taught nursery rhymes. So like her mom, my daughter whom I treasure and now I have the two of them. Tomorrow, Poppa and I will celebrate her birthday with daughter. A small family affair that will continue adding more friends for a few days.65191_4183432700510_2056845522_nMy latest book, Breaking New Ground is about a grandmother and her granddaughter, CassidyRae. A bit of non-fiction mixed with a lot of humor and fiction.

When the CEO of a major Construction Company claims a part of Celia
Brown’s property, he has no idea what he’s up against. The elderly
widow and her six year old granddaughter prepare for battle. River’s
Edge, the town that believes in kindness to strangers, jumps into the
fray. Add romance, kids, and pride to the mix; there are lessons to
be learned in Breaking New Ground.
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What a wonderful story of love and humanity. The love of the granddaughter and grandma; the new love of a younger couple and the ever special love of mature seniors. Yes! It still happens! Beautifully written with poignancy and descriptions that put you right in the scenes. A must read for anyone with heart!

1/4/15 WEWRIWA

Now it snows? And tomorrow we’re expecting 60 degrees then a plummet of temps for the rest of the week. New York, New York, it’s a wonderful town.

Welcome friends to WEWRIWA for snippets galore and the opp to use constructive critique the writing of fine writers.

This week- a bit more in my WIP- Breaking New Ground-title suggested by Evelyn Jules. A major Construction Company owned by the egotistical James Chandler claims to own part of the property the widow Brown has lived on for fifty years. This week -introducing Cindy Lou, Celia Brown’s granddaughter who lives with her temporarily while her mom-a Marine-is in Afghanistan. The six year old needs help with a first grade project.

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“I have to interview the oldest member of the family,” she pointed the flashlight to her Granny, and that’s you, Grans, wow, 80! you sure are way old;” she planted a wet kiss on Celia’s wrinkled cheek almost knocking her on the head with a heavy black flashlight and said, “Don’t ever die, Grans.”
“Okay I won’t if you promise not to bonk me and please tell me why are you holding that big clunker?”
Cindy giggled, “It’s for the interview, like a microphone so here we go, ready or not.”
A smile crept over Celia’s face; what fun spending quality time alone with her granddaughter while her mom’s deployed to Afghanistan like Marine after Marine, war after war, for generations the Brown family had served in one capacity or another.
A beam of light flashed into her faded blue eyes and Celia blinked as a deep voice came from Cindy’s sweet mouth, “Once upon a time you were six years old, just like me so where did you live and go to school?”
Caught up in the moment, Celia answered in a little girl’s voice. “Chicago, Illinois, and as if she’d never left the town and grown up, Celia saw the red brick school with a big sign. “Volta School. V.O.L.T.A. and my mommy bought me pretty dresses, laced up shoes, white ruffled socks and I always wore a big red bow in my hair but she didn’t like polishing my shoes ‘cause she had to wait for them to dry and use a clean cloth to make them shine.”
Cindy looked puzzled, “White shoe polish? Didn’t you have sneakers?
The clock turned forward to real time; Celia had a moment of dizziness as she came back to the present and said,
“Honey, we thought sneakers were bad men who sneaked around stealing things that didn’t belong to them”

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9/21/14 WEWRIWA

Welcome, dear readers, writers and friends to another Sunday with Weekend writer warriors; we who hole up with computers in our snug nest typing away with fictional characters hovering over our shoulders. We laugh and cry and write The End only to begin again. Join the love fest. We’re a community of writers who welcome constructive critique.

Continuing with Housebroken. After Sally and Steve have fallen in love with this unusual town, River’s Edge in upstate NY where the credo is Kindness to Strangers, they’ve found the perfect house. This snippet takes place the next morning. It’s one of those -Just when you thought it was safe to go into the water moments. . .

Sally arrived home after the best workout in months to find Steve’s car in the driveway and stopped, frightened.

Fear flooded through her as she raced in the house calling, “Steve, Steve,” and up the stairs to the bedroom she ran to find him lying there on the bed face ashen, tie askew.

He struggled to sit up; “I got to work to find  a note from Hiro San the top boss left on my desk that said  he wanted to see me early in the day so I hurried over to his closed door.

“Steven San,”my superior  said with a smile, “We must close your division of the company therefore you are now retired.

Hiro San, the snake, I never liked him, pushed a paper across the desk and said, “Sign here, keep pen.”
“What did you do?” Sally’s hands clenched to hold back tears of the indignity he’d suffered after years of service.
“I had no choice; I signed, accepted a folder with pages of information and with much bowing on his part, I left—out of work for the first time in my life.”

Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Sally said, “Steve, we’ll find a way to survive. Let’s look at the damn folder and figure out how we’ll manage before you get a job and I can work. This is no time to move.” Her dreams of River’s Edge faded.

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Where would we be without us?

As a new widow years ago, I met many nice men playing the “Getting to Know You Game.” At one point, I thought enough already. I’ll remain a widow and just be a grandmother and then fate stepped in and I met the man to become my second husband. No more just me and memorizing scripts working on the next play or auditioning for another job. I had a someone to keep me company and keep me warm. It took a lot of adjustment but we made it work because we wanted to be together.

Marriage is one long conversation. He learned to communicate. Not easy to change when you’re older but he managed. We’ve been through a lot of thick, a bit of thin to balance and here we are in our eighties. Grandest has two grandparents to pitch in when daughter calls and enjoy our six and a half year old’s antics.

I wrote a book titled Now What? Similar in some ways to my trying to be comfortable as a single in my doubles world. I cried a lot, laughed a lot, during the writing. If you know me, you’ll nod your head and say, “Yes, that’s what she does.” Enjoying every moment of every day is my motto and survive and thrive no matter what.  Did you ever notice how many time a day people say, “Now What? or What Now?” My first husband and I said that every time a change came into our lives. Thirty seven years married and five years best friends. . .a lot of Now What’s.

Now What?

“NOW WHAT?” begins with a scene so personal, never meant to be told, but it took charge as I cried, laughed and typed.
Because this is out of my comfort zone, I’m going to introduce Carly Evans. Yes, Carly is a fictional character, the protagonist of NOW WHAT? who comes alive in the story.

It was 2:30 a.m. when the phone rang. I fumbled for it, my heart starting a race toward bad news.
Our doctor’s voice urged me to hurry. I crammed into clothes as if I expected this call.
It is only a fever that won’t go down, isn’t it?

Our doctor shook his head. “. . .Carly, I’m so sorry.”

He lay on the hospital bed where I’d kissed him goodbye not so many hours before. I’d said, “See you tomorrow.” My husband of thirty years replied with words I hadn’t heard in a long time. “I love you.” Not since the heart attack two years before when he began listening to his heart beat and forgot about me. Maybe we both sensed the crossroads ahead, the impending doom.
Settling in beside my Bob, I held his cooling hand and asked the two words spoken many times during our years together. “Now what?” This time there was no response. I was on my own for the first time.

When my fingers touched his wedding ring, I slipped it off and held it in my fist. The gold band was warm.
“Come back to me, dearest.”

Sometimes what you wish for is more than possible.                   Now What newstyle 3D
Now What? by Charmaine Gordon



“Making Your Bones. ..”

All moviegoers have seen the Godfather and maybe the wonderful Prizzi’s Honor. We’ve seen, read, or heard about mobsters’ who “make their bones” with the first kill. But, and here comes the big Butt as I like to say, we have a four and a half pound kitten named Lily. Funny, fast, and adorable, Lily surprised me with a little gift a few days ago. She made her bones, our kitty while the ten year old big mamoo Tabby named Tony sat and watched her play rough and tough with a super small mouse. Then, while I wrote a chapter in my new book, Lily shoved the deceased under the door making funny sounds of kitten delight.

After the husband tended to  burial of said deceased, Lily decided she needed many hugs and kisses and climbed up on the desk to snuggle. I didn’t agree and patted her little back until the rascal fell asleep. Who needed kisses knowing where her mouth and paws had been moments before.

Our home is a small cat kingdom right now. Amusing, tiresome and a lot of work for this author. If you have pet stories you’d like to share, please jump in. As for me, I do love writing about pets. They add warmth, humor and love to every story I write.

If you enjoy stories about lots of pets and humans, do check out She Didn’t Say No, a mature romance with an unusual twist.Say No CVR ARe


She Didn’t Say No
Series: The Beginning, Not the End. Retail Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 27,320.
Grace didn’t say no to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed… Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Shepherd reunites the former lovers. What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.



Does Sleepover always mean Sleep?

“Mom, Please sleepover.”


“I need you. Purple Heart is coming tomorrow morning and our little one only goes to bed if you’re here to calm her down.”

“Okay.” I packed a minimal batch of stuff and hurried out into the darkening sky with rain beginning to fall. Peering through the wind shield, how I dislike driving at night!, I drove carefully the twenty minutes. Daughter opened the garage door beckoning me to park next to her car in the driveway. She grabbed my cane, bag and trusty pillow and we ran in. She said our little girl was in tears worried about me driving in the dark, in the rain. Sure enough, Grandest wrapped herself around me sobbing. and up the stairs wee went to the tune of dogs barking in the yard.

All too soon we laughed. Then suddenly she held her sweet hands over her ears. Thunder boomed. I said, “Do you know what makes that sound?” A shake of her blonde hair. “It’s God moving his couch.” “Yes and when the noise is really loud, God is trying to move a big television set and the couch at the same time.” Laughter cures fears. It’s like that all through life.

In ten minutes we were in our jams , teeth brushed, no fuss and off to sleep.  Here’s the proof.

1507180_10202793356811409_5132326820936536612_n-1When I wrote Instant Grandpa, I thought about “Write what you know and go from there.” As Granny to my my youngest of them all and a writer to boot, it’s a pleasure to incorporate the relationship that grows through the years. Grandest is six and a half. The love of my life and a pain in the butt very often but with humor, we overcome the sass and enjoy each others’ company.

If you believe “it isn’t over ’til it’s over,” do check out my series of long/short stories of mature romance. where grandparents ,small children and pets love life.

The Beginning…Not the End, Volume 1
Retail Price: $3.99 USD. Words: 45,890.
The first three stories in the series of Mature Romance combined in one volume. Instant Grandpa, Book 1; Young at Heart, Book 2; and Before the Final Curtain, Book 3. These Charmaine Gordon stories of love, passion, and suspense starring sexy seniors are also available as singles in ebook.