Why was hair so important?
Forever Cherished in my Heart
Sixteen years ago today. I love you so much, Mom! 💝
IDA (MEROVITZ) ROSENBURG
1912 – 2005
I wrote this eulogy for my mother’s funeral 10 years ago; my thoughts and feelings are exactly the same today as they were then. If anything, the love I feel for her now is even stronger, steeped as it is in the warmth of ten years’ worth of remembering. Mom, this is for you.
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Ouija Board, Ouija Board… tell me your n- WHAT?!
Okay! I promised some people I’d do an “occult” post today, although it’s probably more like a “knockout” post! 😳😏
Flowers, Food, Folks!
Here are a few photos to wind up the record of my wedding day.
Just Married!
Hi everyone! If you read my earlier post, “An Open Letter to Mark Zuckerberg,” you’ll know how I met my soulmate, John Boone. And it all led up to our wedding on Saturday, July 17, 2021. Have I got a story – and video! – for you!
“But I’m a Mother!”
Twenty-four-year-old me delivered that line with as much indignation as I could muster. I was at the ticket counter to see a movie, “Easy Rider,” which had just opened. It had a restrictive rating – only those who were 18+ years old could see it.
An Open Letter to Mark Zuckerberg
Dear Mark,
Remember the old AT&T slogan, “Reach out and touch someone”*? Well Mark, I have to say you’ve really simplified that…
600!
A magic number I never imagined I’d reach!
P.S. – Focus Friday #3 / Giveaway Winner Announced!
(Jan. 27, 2017) I won this little contest! Thanks so much to Jessica Baker, whose blog “The Daily Rejection” (Don’t you just love that title, fellow writers?!) featured my winning writing prompt plus Part One of her fabulous story. It’s included here, below. Thanks again, Jessica, in advance, for my prize – the great gift basket you carefully assembled!
Edit: Oh dear! Sadly, I see now that the author of The Daily Rejection blog has taken down her entire site. Therefore my quotes from it were removed too. So sorry! Anyway, I won her contest for “Best Writing Prompt,” which went like this:
When the angel rang the doorbell, Claret was annoyed. He’s early, she thought.
Feel free to use it as the opening sentence of a story, and share it in the comments below if you’re so inclined.
So much to read… so little time!
I’m referring to the dozens, nay, scores of books on my Kindle.
