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In Pursuit of My Future

We spend our lives crossing off the days on calendars in anticipation (or reluctance) of some future date – so many more days until Friday, so many more days until my next dental exam, so many more days until vacation, etc.
But as our time on earth gets shorter and the days fly from our grasp, we realize how foolish it is to dismiss each precious moment so lightly.
I do not advocate remorse or regret; I am advocating living every day to its fullest.To entertain remorse is a waste of time and to entertain regret redefines who you are at present.
I embrace my past and I am stingy and hungry for my future – time is of the essence.
Having achieved one career in my lifetime, I look forward to creating a new one.Since I do not have another forty years to foolishly cross days off my calendar, I have to double time toward my goal.
What helps is that I do not have to start from scratch.Some of the “credits on my old transcript” transfer onto my new goal. I have been blessed with a skill, I have …

Born to be Wild, The Baby Years

Tired of being treated less than my sisters, I decided to run away.I went to bed fully clothed, my hobo bag packed and hiding under my bed.I lay there until the house sang with soft snores, then I slipped stealth mode out of bed and down the hallway to the front door. A creaky floor board ratted me out and my mother woke up instantly.She sent me back to bed with a severe scolding. I was nine. My grandmother smoked Lucky Strikes, and my dad “enjoyed” a cigar every once in a while.Curious about its attraction, I snuck cigarettes and smoked them outside, out of sight from the grownups. Daddy caught me practicing smoke circles one evening and forced me to join him in an after-dinner cigar. He taught me how to prepare it, light it, and how to hold the smoke in my mouth. I never did that again. I was eleven. I tossed my long hair around in a wide circle, arms waving, my bare feet stomping out the beat. A swat on the behind interrupted my tribal dance in mid frenzy. With a horrified look on he…

Grandmothers Rule

When my mother agreed to marry my father, she had one condition to which he readily agreed.
One week after they married, my grandmother came to live with them, so from 1947 until her death in 1989, Mama Ene spent the majority of her days with us.She occasionally took a “vacation” or went to live on her own, but it never lasted very long.
My parents had careers, so my grandmother ran the household. My brothers, sisters, and I had a definite wake up and bed time schedule.We each were assigned chores and responsibilities. We always showed her our school work and grade cards first, and she made sure we studied or did our homework before our parents came home every day.
After we accomplished our obligations, she shooed us outside to “get some sun,” and on days when the weather was bad, she came up with ideas to encourage our creativity. She was a no nonsense lady, but under her stern exterior, she loved and cared for us. She wasn’t the type to sit and have a tea party with me and my dolls, b…

How to Choose a Date in Five Easy Steps

(I figured with three marriages under my belt, I have some expertise, so gather round my children.) Rule # 1:Never date a man with better hair or a better chest than you. (Enough said, this needs no further explanation.) Rule # 2: You can always judge a man by how respectfully and lovingly he treats his mama (better yet, check out how he treats his ex-wife or ex-girlfriends). Rule # 3: Date within a ten-year range of your real age (yes, the one on your birth certificate) instead of using the old rule: dividing your age by half and subtracting and adding that number onto your present age. It just doesn’t make sense; the span is too large. If you’re thirty, the old rule okays dating anyone between 15 – 45 years old.Besides ending up in jail and on national news, studies have proven that the brain of the middle-aged male and a male teenager function similarly. Do you want a date or to babysit? It gets even more disparate if you are a 60 year old.The range then spans 30-90 year olds.Really?C…

Write What You Know (And What Would That Be?)

As novice writers, we are often advised to "write about what we know." Sounds like good advice, but what would that be? Who would want to read about our boring, little lives?

Here’s a writing exercise that might help.

Take a sheet of paper (or open to a clean page in your private journal), put your name at the top, and number 1 – 20 down the left side of the sheet. Skip lines, if you want, and use a second sheet.

Then without stopping (this will be difficult the first time you do this), name twenty nouns that describe you. If you need, use noun phrases (the noun is embedded in the phrase itself) to describe yourself.

Don’t worry about the order of these - just come up with twenty nouns that describe you.

Here is an example of my list:

1. Wife/Ex-wife
2. Mother/Step-mother
3. Grandmother
4. Daughter/Sister
5. Mother-in-law
6. Friend
7. Hispanic woman
8. Retired educator
9. Inactive licensed real estate agent
10. Published author of a newspaper personal column
11. Collector of way too…