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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



Two Moments with Robin Williams. . .

AP APTOPIX Obit Robin Williams

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My agent called with good news; a booking on Saturday Night Live not live this time but on set at a hospital and I’m the nurse in the birthing room. Cast perfectly since I’d given birth to too many darlings. I met the staff in mid-town Manhattan, a serious bunch considering they worked with comedians. Excited not knowing what to say in the quiet van, I wondered who was the featured performer. All was revealed when we entered the waiting room. There sat a tanned Robin Williams in very close contact with his agent, also tan. Adorned in snazzy sweaters and white pants.

The director and script writer, who stood wringing his hands over the big break for his career, discussed the scene. Robin ‘s part: a father determined to play cinematographer and film the birth of his first child. In the delivery room we went. A camera woman balanced between her legs the camera for the shot . I did my nurse thing bustling around efficiently but not too much while Robin made hash of the script in his own inimitable way. The doll baby came out. “Stop,” yelled the director. “The baby doesn’t look real.” I said, “New born babies have a substance that looks almost like cheesy off white mayonnaise that protects the skin while inside the womb.”

All eyes turned to me. “Really?” “Yes. I know from personal experience.” A short wait while a mixture was concocted and I showed them what’s what. No extra pay for my vast knowledge. I should have complained to the union. And so it was, a fun moment enhanced with me, during a break, telling the great entertainer a joke. Robin listened carefully taking mental notes. I still remember this now once in a lifetime experience.

Moment 2: The movie, Cadillac Man, starring Tim Robbins and Robin Williams was at a car dealership in Brooklyn. At the time, I was a newbie and newly widowed. The background gang were outside in the dealership’s lot when the rain started to fall. After a few minutes, Robin Williams yelled, “It’s raining. Get these people to where it’s dry.” Nice, I thought. Someone important to the movie finally took care of us or the union needed to be called.

I pray the actor has at least found peace and his widow and those who loved him in life will recover from their loss.

6/23/13 WEWRIWA

Hi gang!. Thanks for liking Now What? and your excellent comments. As promised, today will be the last entry on widow Carly Evans and the encounter with a man on a motorcycle. I hope you’ll want more about one my most personal stories available in print and ebook formats.

A quick note about a story of mature romance begun right here on wewriwa a few months ago. Your response stirred me to write a short story titled Instant Grandpa featured on USA Today last Tuesday in the Happy Ever After section. It’s the first in a series of Mature Romance Suspense from one who knows. Thanks for your advice and support.

excerpt in eight:


I had to search for my glasses to read his business card; the first item out of my bag was hair spray. 

Laughing he said, “Were you going to protect yourself against me with that?” 

I nodded and continued to feel for the elusive glasses; triumphant, I perched them on my nose and read his card embossed  Martin Ambrose  Architect and  his address was what singles call geographically desirable

Unlocking the car door, I stepped out of safety into Martin’s arms as he removed his helmet and swept me into an embrace that made my senses—if I had any—reel, knees grow weak, and every other cliché I’d ever read about in love stories.  Me, the widow, thrust up against my car in the most popular mall for miles in broad daylight where who knows what neighbor or friend might pass by, kissing a man I didn’t know existed a few minutes ago.  I loved it, loved the abandon and didn’t care, in the heat of the moment, who saw me.  And that was the first kiss.

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From the new Charmaine Gordon series The Beginning…Not the End.

Mature Love, Romance, Suspense.






6/16/13 WEWRIWA

Welcome friends and writers to another Sunday. Father’s Day. Some are wonderful, some aren’t. We’re here and feeling just fine.

Thanks for the endearing and helpful comments. I appreciate the time we all take in reading each others eights.

Moving along in my book Now What?,widow Carly Evans meets Chicago’s most eligible bachelor at a red light.

excerpt in eight:

“Stopped at a red light listening to a hot chapter from a recorded novel, I suddenly couldn’t hear because a motorcycle pulled up next to me so I turned up the volume.  At the same moment, the bike’s loud growl became a purr and every word of passion from my speaker poured out the open window of my Mercedes.  Startled, I glanced at the biker hoping his helmet prevented the words from getting through to him; he lifted the visor and grinned displaying whiter than white teeth and dimples you could die for.  Not the best expression a widow might use but it came to mind.  The light turned green, he waved a leather glove and beckoned for me to follow.  

I must have been out of my mind because I followed him, dumber than dirt, that’s me.  I found a small can of hair spray deep in the handbag next to me, placing a finger on the trigger and hoping I wouldn’t spray myself, I followed the biker to a busy section and parked next to him.  By now, I’d rolled up the window and locked the doors; a mixed message if there ever was one.  Now what?”

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5/9/13 WEWRIWA

Hi gang. Thanks for all the comments on “Now What?”, my third book published by Vanilla Heart. Suddenly widowed, Carly Evans struggles to find her way at age fifty as a single woman. Husband Bob had a heart attack two years before dying and stopped paying attention to her while he listened to his heart beat. Unresolved problems after so many years of togetherness leaves her with a feeling of longing.

excerpt in eight; a dream a few months after Bob died

I dreamed a wondrous dream as a glow in the woods beckoned me closer, a shadowy shape I couldn’t resist. Without fear, I moved into the shimmering layers of silver white, gold and purple. Enfolded in the sparkle of white light heat rocked my insides, shot through every opening, poured like liquid gold from head to toe until a final pulsating hammered at my feminine core. I cried out for my husband, knowing he was with me. Slow withdrawal as my heartbeat returned to normal and joy filled my life even though the glow of his spirit faded.

It wasn’t a dream I realized the next morning because Bob’s message was clear. He watched over me just as my mother, gone for many years, still remained close. This would be another well-kept secret from my friends; this gift of acceptance without fear when visitations from my departed occurred.

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6/2/2013 WeWriWa

Welcome dear readers and friends to another Sunday of eight line snippets fro a group of talented writers. My entry today is from  my second book Now What?, the second book published by Vanilla Heart. How many times have you railed against the sky arms out stretched when something’s gone wrong and you yell, “Now What?” Follow this story of loss, survive and thrive by a very determined woman age fifty and learn to laugh and love again asking Now What?

excerpt in eight:

It was 2:30 a.m. when the phone rang and I fumbled for it, my heart starting a race toward bad news.Our doctor’s voice urged me to hurry so  I crammed into clothes as if I expected this call. It was only a fever yet the dogs had curled up next to him on his favorite couch and never left his side all week. I cried all the way driving too fast on Eden’s Expressway and then the slow elevatorride to the fourth floor, a sprint down the dim corridor to his room. He lay on the hospital bed where I’d kissed him goodbye not so many hours before.

            I asked everyone leave me alone; 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.

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And then she said. . .

65191_4183432700510_2056845522_nMy grandest granddaughter said, “Granny, who will take care of my mommy when you die?”

“I won’t die.”

Satisfied with my answer, she finished a dish of Mac and Cheese and we played with her Inchy Train until her mommy, my only daughter, came home.









In my book Now What? Carly Evans is very close to her little grandest granddaughter, a child gifted with an unusual sense of perception. Too late, Carly wishes she had listened when the child said, “Watch out for the cycle man, Granny.”