What was the soundtrack of your coming of age?
For my husband and I, it was rock ‘n roll, a genre that was reportedly named by a radio DJ in Cleveland, a city in the Midwest, near our roots states of Indiana and Michigan.… ...
The women hit the floor and began to scrounge, combing the plush purple carpet with their long-nailed fingers. Someone might as well as said, “Man down!” for all the fervor they put into their task.
There a brunette, there a curly top, there a long-haired blonde.… ...
I’m an inadvertent slave of William Shakespeare – with whom I have much in common, some people say. Apparently, he re-invented the English Language, invigorating it with words he invented… And, my favorite editor/shred-it-or describes my style as brisk word blending (I think she made that term up) 😆
It’s no matter, I like the term.… ...
Tagged with: 5 things in my writing space
, iambic pentameter
The industry of old things = a new way to think. A better way of saying “repurpose” or “get-ridda-da-junk.”
Not “off with the old, bring on the new.” No angst or bad breath from stale air.
No antiques in my attic.
When I began writing as a hobbyist in 2010, I didn’t predict the endeavor as encore career.
I just wanted to have fun.
After all, I adored my speech-language pathologist practice: I gave for living. I’d lived a purpose-filled life long before Rick Warren made it a religion.… ...
“Wear the pearls, use the good silver, don’t wait for a rainy day.”
Words my mother said as she cruised the displayed wedding gifts at our reception. We married in the living room of my parents’ home, with the reception in the dining room, where a sliding patio door splayed guests out-of-doors to sip non-alcoholic punch and eat strawberry shortcake.… ...
READ IT! READ IT! READ ALL ABOUT IT!, the news boys of New York used to say. People grabbed newspapers for a pence or a dime. Now they pay nothing and read on their phones.
This article intrigued me several months ago.… ...
Are you fit? Even a little bit, if not a lot?
Are you keeping the middle-age fat monster at bay? The bad animal who climbed, uninvited, into your cells to slow your metabolism? The fink!
If ever there was something to rage about age, this is it… I desire a return to my teenage metabolism.… ...
Sometimes there are no words.
Sometimes there are more.
Authors hear much about keywords when it comes to Amazon sales. I written about that in the past.
Today’s blog has another tasty treat: the continued alphabetical list of phrases I recall from my misspent youth.