Hark, Hark. . .an Event!
DATE: Saturday, October 14, 2017 TIME: 10 am – 3 pm PLACE: Eastchester Public Library, 11 Oak Ridge Place, Eastchester, NY 10709 WHO SHOULD ATTEND: Readers, Indie Authors, Unpublished Writers WHAT TO EXPECT: Panels on writing and self-publishing, poetry readings and children’s story time. Light refreshments will be served and door prizes (books) will be awarded. Books by participating Westchester authors will be on display and available for purchase and signing. Speakers wi
Technology/Upgrades/Help
Just finished Delia Ephron's book of essays (Sister, Mother...) and loved this quote on technology: "Baby boomers cannot keep learning new things, stuffing new information into their overcrowded brains. We're already passing out from it." I know I politely turn down any improvements, fearing I'll lose the capacity I already have. I thoroughly embrace, as regards technology only, the dictum, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Andrew Marvell, listen up!
I couldn't resist a contemporary response to my favorite poem, To His Coy Mistress. If you're not familiar with this witty and seductive poem which was sadly never published in his lifetime, read it on this website first. Then take a look at my version: TO HER IMPORTUNATE LOVER Had I but lust enough and time, This pawing, sir, were no crime. I’d dally gladly on your knee, And let your hands roam mainly free You sir should bonk me once or twicely, Put it to me oh-so-nicely, Ro
Life’s Pressing Questions: Retirement
Shelly and I were having a gigglefest at Panera's yesterday while pondering these earth-shattering questions: 1. Can I take more than one nap per day? What if one’s in the morning and one’s in the afternoon? 2. I know hot dogs are not good for me, but if I eat them only when my wife is at book club and maybe when she’s out with the girls and only on months with thirty days. . .? 3. Is it okay to touch strangers I start talking to in the supermarket or sometimes on a movie lin
Getting my $$$ worth
Waste Not . . . My husband and I joke we have to get our “money’s worth” out of everything. That’s why we can’t die early! Our parents were Depression Babies and we were their babies. Shelly’s parents had the first air conditioner in the neighborhood; mine had a rickety metal fan and a swatter for mosquitoes. My brothers and I learned early not to ask for anything. Stereo? No. Piano lessons? Ha! Trip to Florida with my science class? Are you kidding me? You’ve heard of family
