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11/29/15 WEWRIWA

The weather is still delightful. Thanksgiving Dinner was also amazing. Daughter’s almost new relatives invited for the best dinner ever. I’ll have to tune up my Italian to speak well.

And now back to Dr. D and the Dad. Diane is invited to dinner at Tony’s home. GPS didn’t say recalculating more than two times as I drove to the bay side of town. Just before the bridge, a right turn brought me to his big house facing the water. Painted a sunshine yellow with blue shutters and a wrap-around porch, he had a fenced-in yard with a swing set and playhouse where two little kids played and a big White Labrador ran after them. And Tony called my house cozy. This was a page from House Beautiful or an old Norman Rockwell painting.
I carried a basket of children’s books, apples and bananas and stepped up to ring the bell. Tony opened the door before I had a chance. He set bells ringing when he swept me into his arms and planted a kiss, one on each cheek, before setting me down.
“Sammy fell down by the sandbox n’ sand’s in his mouth.”

Reaching inside Sammy’s mouth, I found a lot of wet sand and kind of hand shoveled it out, “Spit, Sammy, spit.” Still crying and half choking, he did and threw-up on my sandals. “Water, hurry and Tony poured some in a cup; Sammy sipped and spit out more until the water ran clear

“Pardon me for asking a personal question, this is an expensive undertaking but where did the money come from?”
He walked to the bay window and stood very still.

Something inside me gave a warning that my new friend Tony with fast mood swings had a problem.

“Maura had a lot of money invested well and she left everything to me so that’s when I began to think about giving back and now I’m fifty, living a good life with my work and the children but I’m not fulfilled.  And suddenly I fell over you on the beach yesterday and something clicked.”

He kissed me, long, slow, and deep and this time our tongues touched and suddenly I felt a fire begin low where none had been for years so I reached around his neck and pulled him close;DD ereader with hands
then the clock ticked in the kitchen warning me to get out before we became too involved.





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9/27/15 WEWRIWA

What a week. The weather is still gorgeous and I’m, like all of us, so busy writing.

I’m asking you, my friends, for a title for the WIP almost finished. Twin Costigans come home to Chicago. Just a few words to sum it up. A gift copy for the best idea.

And now here comes an oldie but a goodie. Dr. D and the Dad


“She’s sleepin’, Doctor D’s sleepin’,” the smallest boy said and giggled. Little fingers lifted my sunglasses and dropped them back on my sun burned nose.
Almost sleepin’, I thought, eyes closed, if they’d let me. Easy to doze in the hot sun, heavy wet sand covering most of my ample body. This band of munchkins, my patients at the clinic, wore themselves out carrying little red, blue and striped pails of sand. When a high pitched voice interrupted my reveries to ask if they could cover my toes, I’d said sure. Little did I know they’d get carried away and create a mountain of me at this end of St. Augustine Beach. And little did I know they’d abandon me for cookies and juice when mommy called as the tide began to roll back in. It was a warning, you too can be replaced by a cookie. Should be posted at the beach and given along with every birth certificate.

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6/7/15 WEWRIWA

Hi Gang,

Things are brighter in our household now. Don ‘s feeling well enough to work so I can get back to Grandest, three cats, and writing. Do you ever feel promotion takes up too much time? I do, Does anyone know mature and other blogs that might like what I write? I’d sure appreciate some direction.

Spreading Her Wings resolves one problem and heads right into another this week.

Last week, with Misty’s help,  Clarabelle, now Claire, reveals she chooses to be a costume designer.


“Daddy, I love you but I don’t love what you’re doing here.”
He lit a cigar and said,“I’m busy and you’re taking me away from serious business, Clarabelle, so run along back to the stage where you belong.”
Grabbing his jacket, she wouldn’t let him leave and said, “No it’s my life so listen and don’t call me that silly name any more, call me Claire.”
“ I’ve given you everything since your Mother passed on and now you’re complaining?”
“Everything you wanted me to be but how about what I want? I’ve been taking art classes using my own money to be a costume designer and you’re not gonna stop me.”

“I just had to tell you and I don’t want you to invest money just so I could be somebody I’m not meant to be, Daddy, please forgive me.”
“Oh Geez, honey, let’s forgive each other ’cause you know I’m just a big lucky Irisher with no idea how to raise a kid all by myself.”
“Let’s get a copy of the script to read at home and daddy, one of my teachers is a widow . . .”
“Ya think it’s not too soon?”

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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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2/23/14 WEWRIWA

Thanks to everyone who commented with super constructive critique last week. I appreciate your time and good thoughts.

This week I continue with She Didn’t Say No. Taking place in 1960 where Grace Meredith, a studious nineteen year old is months away from graduating, youngest in her class. She meets Scott Dwyer, captain of the swim team, a big man on campus who takes an interest in her and when the library closes, they drive to a nearby beach in Nyack NY on a brisk early spring day.

excerpt in eight:


“There’s a small beach a little way up over some boulders and I warn you the Hudson River is darn cold right now but so beautiful.” He gave me another half grin, grabbed a blanket from the trunk and we climbed a short way.

Goose bumps rose on my arms from the breeze blowing across the water and without a jacket, I’m shaking thinking what an impression to make on this guy. And suddenly Scott wrapped his arms and the blanket around us and we were all alone with our body heat warming to overwhelm me with a yearning I’d never experienced before.

The kiss, tentative at first, made me tingle all over; I’d never had a boyfriend before and this feeling was new to me so here I am at nineteen not knowing what to do with a first kiss, for God sake.

“Well, uh hi Scott, you’re um, a good kisser.”

Laughing, he hugged me tight, said “Only good, huh well I can do better than that,” and this time the kiss curled my socks and knocked me for a loop.

Gasping for breath, I yelled, “Bingo,” and the wind carried my word across the river and boomeranged back for an echo that sounded like “Bingo, bing, bin.”

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