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Once Upon A Time I looked Like This

Do you ever look at old pics and think, YIKES, that was me? Daughter loves pics, old and new. She literally uncovered this one of me. Honeymoon 1952, Miami Beach My first love and I got sunburned on one side of our bodies because we talked for hours lying on chaise lounges near the beach. That night, lathered in sun burn lotion, we saw Singing In The Rain. Two weeks in Miami Beach, honeymoon for lovers, then off to Texas where Bud learned to fly Bombers, we had many children and the girl from Chicago became a wife, a mother and part of the Strategic Air Command. The Korean War gripped us. Wives watched as the pilots and crews flew away for months on Temporary Duty. Women bonded, parades when the planes returned. Babies were born. A cycle of life far from my sheltered home in Chicago. A great life by comparison to the wars fought now.

We thank every veteran for serving in the military.

46235_4036441625825_953707763_nMy young pilot  so proud

1907382_10203743641127923_4808857358240481151_nSideways or upside down, it’s still me at 21.

Farewell, Hello is a story , partly true, of two young lovers in Chicago. He’s a senior in high school; she’s a virgin (gasp) and a sophomore in the same school.

blurb:

That first kiss… that first incredible, agonizing, bellyache-making first kiss. Soon, Joy and Danny are inseparable, planning a future – a life, together. A kiss goodbye couldn’t prepare the high school sweethearts for all that lay ahead. A family crisis, a tornado, and the Korean War brought their plans to a screeching halt, and changed their futures… but maybe not their forever.

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5/4/14 WEWRIWA

May Day, May Day. A signal for help in the military. Often writers call May Day searching for constructive criticism as we write and that’s exactly what we receive here at WEWRIWA.   Charmaine CD -3 sATURATED_pp8x10g- CD

This week I continue with She Never Said Yes. Danny and Joy are engaged and plan to be married right after he finishes pilot training and receives his Air Force wings at a formal ceremony in San Antonio, TX. Joy’s father pays for them to meet in Oklahoma City for a weekend one month prior to the ceremony. At Chicago’s bustling airport, Joy’s father says, “Be a good girl.’

Excerpt in eight:

Adjoining rooms with my sweetheart, temptation was almost more than we could bear. So we kissed, bodies pressed together straining against the blanket I’d wrapped around him to remind us to stop. In the corner of my mind were Father’s words trusting, “Be a good girl, Joy” and mother’s warning not to allow ‘privileges.’
Over and over, I stopped him with, “Wait honey, it’s the right thing to do and I’ve already picked out a virginal white lace wedding gown.”
Laughing, fighting desire, kissing, two wonderful days had passed and I just started to pack when the phone rang.
Father’s voice demanded, “Joy, come home right now, Mother is very ill.”
Panic set in, my hands trembled remembering all the times Mother needed to rest and how she stumbled so often.
We kissed good bye and I left my sweetheart shaking his head, looking bewildered as I hurried to American Airlines where I boarded the plane to Chicago to cry on the long flight home.                      

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I suggest you pamper both your Mom and yourself with a copy of my very first book To Be Continued. It’s the one that begins with “It’s not you, it’s me.” Not the kind of love letter you want to read left by your husband or lover. A story of survive and thrive, To Be Continued is optioned for a television movie. This proves with some good dialogue and a storyline that resonates with readers, great things can happen.

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4/27/14 WEWRIWA

Hi gang and welcome to our terrific Sunday’s where we get to read and leave comments on eight sentences written by talented writers.Charmaine -10 sATURATED_pp -72

To catch you up on my WIP, She Never Said Yes, this eight is when Joy and Danny go to her club dinner dance. Kid brother, Gary snaps away with the Brownie camera until they escape; Joy in a red taffeta off-the-shoulder dress, Danny wearing a dark blue suit. He’s given her an orchid wristlet corsage.

Eight with a possibility of creative punctuation. Hmm.

“Nice of your Dad to loan you his Studebaker,” I touched his hand and he almost shifted into the wrong gear by mistake probably because I talked too much.
Excitement grew when Danny helped me out of the car, my taffeta dress making a swishing sound when we walked holding hands

On the dance floor, we fit together as I followed Danny’s lead jitterbugging all over, the big senior so confident who didn’t know anyone there except for me, a fifteen and a half year old sophomore.

Hours later in the car I wondered if he expected to neck or do stuff like privileges when all of a sudden Danny hummed the music from a popular song, “It’s Magic,” we sang together our voices blending, “You sigh, a song begins; you speak and I hear violins, It’s Magic.”

He pulled up behind Father’s fancy black Chrysler and as soon as he shut off the motor, I jumped out of the car before he came around to open the door.

“Don’t be nervous, I really want to kiss you goodnight and I promise not to bite,” he touched my lips and shook his head, “nope, you’ve got them pressed so tight together not even a crow bar could pry them apart so loosen up, Bearhugger, I won’t hurt you.”

Just for an instant, when he called me that funny name, my lips did soften and Danny moved in fast to plant a soft kiss; then dazed by a strange feeling, I drifted up the steps to the front door with his arm around my waist, I heard him say, “Goodnight, my girl, I’ll wait until I hear the lock click and you’re safe inside.”

Holding onto the railing all the way to my room, I had a belly ache way down low and thought, If this is what a kiss does, I won’t kiss anyone again. Ever.

 

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4/20/14 WEWRIWA

Another sunny day in NY with birds chirping and neighbors coming out of hibernation in this quiet neighborhood. I woke up today and that’s always a plus. Welcome to my world and Weekend Warrior Writers. Know this, my friends, I appreciate your critique of my new story. Every comment is important. Thank you all.

Continuing with my WIP She Never Said Yes. 15 and a half year old Joy Davison invites eighteen year old Danny Wilson to her club dinner dance. Sounds easy, right? He accepts and she’s thrilled. Mother wants to meet this senior boy after warning her only daughter saying boy’s will expect “privileges”, never telling innocent Joy what that means. She also wants to meet this possibly depraved boy so when he comes to the door to tell Joy a secret, Mother is there. And to Joy’s surprise , when Mother and Danny shake hands, her mother holds on too long to be polite and peers into Danny’s eyes like detectives do in the movies. A sign of the 40’s with Mama Bear protecting Baby Bear. Left alone at last, Joy is anxious to find out what Danny wants to tell her.

Excerpt in eight:

He shuffled his feet the way I’d seen him do when we walked home and I guessed he was uncomfortable and why not when he’s so sure of himself in school and my home is like foreign territory.
“You want to tell me something?” fingers crossed tight under my arms praying he didn’t plan to say he didn’t want to go out with me or even worse, he had another girlfriend.
His voice kind of choked and finally he spilled the beans, “Remember I said my dad was an immigrant from Russia and did you wonder why my last name is Wilson, not too Russian?”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I thought, not the date or another girl and fingers uncrossed, I leaned toward this adorable nervous boy to listen.
“Danny,” I touched his reindeer sweater so soft his mom must have washed it a million times, “I didn’t think about it but I betcha I’d have asked you, um, soon.”
He settled back against the stiff blue silk covered sofa, more comfortable since he’d started talking: “His family arrived at Ellis Island, do you know about Ellis Island?” I nodded. “The inspector asked Grandpa his name and Grandpa spoke a garbled Russian, the story goes, and said “Wolinsky” simplified by the man in charge to Wilson.”
“Danny, the same thing happened to my father’s family and that’s how the name Davidonivich became Davison.”
His freckled face looked so serious all of a sudden especially when he said, “Let’s pinky swear not to tell anyone else” and right then we locked pinky fingers, his large, mine small and shook them, our first pact.

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4/6/14 WEWRIWA

We could while away the hours conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain. . .Why do I feel like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz? Why not? It’s Spring again and birds on the wing again-but as the old joke goes-“I always hoid the wing is on the Boid,” if I only had a brain. Are we having fun or what, my friends?

Continuing with She Never Said Yes, my WIP. Joy asked Danny to the club dinner dance, he said okay and somehow the school day passed. Walking home, they meet.

Excerpt in eight:

On the way home from school, I heard Danny call, “Hey Joy, wait up,” and at last reading Seventeen magazine paid off since I’d just memorized the latest advice column on how to talk to boys.
He carried my books and took long steps so I had to kind of double step to keep up; without saying a word he slowed and I asked my first question, number one on the list.
“What’s your favorite sport, Danny?” Grinning he opened his jacket to show off the S for soccer stitched on the white letter sweater, a big deal at our school and I wondered if he’d ever let me wear it; also something special to show a boy really liked the girl.
“And what’s your favorite sport?” he said making both of us laugh ‘cause there were no team activities for girls except cheer leading and I couldn’t do splits, pyramids, or twirl a baton.
“I’ve been dancing since I was three years old: tap, ballet, you name it and someday I plan to be a professional dancer maybe in New York but don’t you dare tell my family.”
We reached Ridgeway and Ainslie Avenue, the corner where I live and I stopped, pointed to the big house, said, “That’s my house, so don’t forget it, you” and before he knew what happened, I lifted my books from his arms and ran up the steps to the door. Dropping my key on the first try, I looked down to see Danny still standing on the corner and all I wanted to do was rush down to hug him and never let go.
Shivering from the chill October wind blowing dry leaves all over the last of green grass, I opened the heavy wooden door, closed it and leaned back, my heart beating so hard I thought Mother might hear it from the kitchen where I smelled delicious pot roast cooking.

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A bonus week for me, folks. Check out the newly released The Beginning. . .Not The End Volume 2, my series of Mature Romances. This one includes No Time for Green Bananas, She Didn’t Say No and Dr. D and the Dad.

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3/16/14 WEWRIWA

Zooming along toward spring, chipping remnants of ice to widen driveways ever hopeful to hear  birds chirping, crocus blooming and a semblance of re-awakening nature brings. Welcome friends, to another Sunday of snippets from talented authors looking toward constructive criticism. Today I continue with She Didn’t Say No, the story of Grace Meredith and what happens next after she gives in to a night of pleasure with Scott Dwyer. Thanks to everyone who left wonderful comments encouraging me in my career as an author.

Excerpt in approximately eight:

 

Vowing to love each other forever, finish school in a few years and begin a life together, we became the hottest unlikely new couple on campus, the studious girl and the BMOC with school the first priority. We made a promise not to interfere with our different plans because I’d be off to Purdue and he hadn’t solidified his plans yet because law schools offered scholarships for the brightest students and Scott had almost made up his mind since graduation was in June, a couple of months away.

A month later I missed my period; always on time, first I worried and kept it to myself and then frantic, I told him a big fat lie crossing my fingers and hoping to die for what I was about to say, I called my dearest love and said I had the flu and didn’t want him to catch it. Busy with finals, Scott said okay and he missed me and hoped I felt better soon and we’d be together again.

By the second late period, I was sure so I skipped classes and had someone bring assignments to my apartment, I completed my work while making a list of pros and cons, I faced the facts because by now, I’d cried too much pacing the floor alone with no one to talk to and afraid I might hurt the baby with all my grief, I reached for an inner strength to move on. Heartbroken, the practical side of me decided Scott must never know; I couldn’t burden his life, ruin his career with a baby and as for me, I’d go to Buffalo, tell my parents and they’d help me solve the problem.

 My Dearest Scott, I’m saying goodbye, not because I want to but because I have to; our paths are too divergent to survive the long wait until we can be together so please, please know you are my one and only love; I wish you well; and, and I don’t know what else to say except goodbye.

The letter made no sense; choices made with no guidance; choices that changed our lives.

 

This is the last snippet from She Didn’t Say No. Thanks for all the encouragement, my friends.

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3/9/14 WEWRIWA

More than a year ago, Weekend Writers have given new meaning to Sundays in my life. Thanks to all commenters, talented writers, with their constructive critique week after week.

I continue this week with Grace Meredith , a nineteen year old senior at a college in NY state and her first romantic encounter with the Big Man on Campus, Scott Dwyer. They’ve just stopped for burgers and fries before going to her apartment off-campus. The book is titled She Didn’t Say No, Vanilla Heart Publishing.

excerpt in eight:

 

First we sat on the couch and necked which led to touching and stroking each other and then , oh so politely, he asked if I minded if he did this and that and soon we were naked on my maiden double bed with pink flowered sheets and a matching spread.

“Grace, you’re so beautiful,” Scott said and fondled my breasts as if they were treasures and tasted one nipple and then the other sucking like a baby searching for milk.

My hands grabbed his head, ran my fingers through his thick curly hair and held him close never wanting him leave, my first lover, my only love.

He said, “Do you have protection?”

“I have a diaphragm and cream but I never used it,” and it occurred to me this was a funny conversation in the heat of nakedness although we didn’t laugh.

“Oh, well, this time leave it up to me but next time practice until you get it right because I have a feeling we’re gonna need a lot of protection.”

He groaned and I heard a rip of a packet and fumbling and soon he played with the dark moist space between my thighs until I lifted my hips to heaven when slowly, he entered virgin territory where only a tampon had been. No comparison here as he continued to move in a little deeper each time to break the barrier and we were one reaching for the stars.

So this is what all the fuss is all about, I thought, and wanted more.   Say No CVR ARe

 

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1/19/14 WEWRIWA

“Sunday, Sunday, so good to me.” Or is the song “Monday, Monday?” Oh yes. The Mommas and The Poppas with their incredible harmony.  Whatever the day, I’m happy to be here with you all to share our snippets of eight sentences and read creative comments to help us with our chosen work.

This week I continue with Reconstructing Charlie. She just killed her father in self defense protecting both her mom and herself. Step by step I  take you through what happens next.

excerpt in eight:

Mom’s thick auburn hair came loose from her bun and she looked so pretty bending over him, a finger pressed to his neck as if she was a cop. On tiptoes, she pulled the ceiling fan chain and her sleeve rolled back. I counted black and blue marks covering her arm and knew Mom had a lot more than I did. The breeze felt good: then she wiped my fingerprints off the tire iron and replaced them with hers.

I watched Mom change from quiet refined Liz Costigan to someone I didn’t know.          

She reached in his pants like a pickpocket and came up with a handful of dollars and coins. Handing me the money, Mom said, “I guess he drank the rest of his pay, sorry it’s not more but it’s all we have so let’s get you packed.”

I wondered where she was sending me and why.

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1/12/14 WEWRIWA

Reconstructing Charlie new eyes

Welcome to another super Sunday with Weekend Writers Warriors. Another icy cold week in the northeast but who’s counting. It’s winter, folks. The days are growing longer minute by minute.

I”m starting from the beginning of Reconstructing Charlie since you all were taken with the prologue. Again thanks for your support. I welcome all comments and constructive ideas. That’s what we’re here for, kids.

I heard the television turned up loud before I opened the door and thought maybe this time instead of beating up on us, he’d watch the Minnesota Twins beat on yet another team. The front door banged open hard enough to rattle dishes in the cabinet and Mom’s treasure—a painted porcelain egg—rolled to the edge, teetered for a second and fell end over end to the hardwood floor. The small egg cracked with the force of a bomb; Mom stared at broken pieces from a life she had long ago and suddenly her pretty face turned white, every freckle showing, and my fists clenched.

He staggered around waving a tire iron in the air; muscled from working a jackhammer for the city all his sorry and ugly drunk life. Cursing, he went after Mom but this time I was ready and wrestled it out of his filthy hands to hit him good. He lay torn up, eyes blank, didn’t move, blood everywhere on Mom’s clean kitchen floor. I stood there looking down at my father and thought how hard it was going to be for Mom to get the blood up and wondered how come he was the worst father in the world scaring all of us, hurting Mom and me. We were safe now because I’d done this terrible thing and I’m only fifteen and didn’t know how I could live with it.

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1/5/14 WEWRIWA

New beginnings or continuation of the wonders of yesteryear? Welcome to Weekend Warrior Writers. What a great name for us!

This week I’ll begin at the very beginning of Reconstructing Charlie, a story I dreamed of and lived to see it through ’til The End.

excerpt in eight:

 

Prologue

In 1996 I killed my father.

Dear old Dad was great with a belt. A belt of whiskey. A belt from around his waist unbuckled when you least expected it and later I knew when it was coming and some of us escaped. Not me, not Mom. Never Mom. I’m the oldest. I didn’t want the little ones to see the okay dad turn into a monster on payday.

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