Old Tramp vs. New Floozy

The idle tramps always felt sure they could get a copper from Seth; they scarcely ever spoke to Adam. Adam Bede by George Eliot.

Reading those words I was mesmerized by the strength of the description. The showing instead of the telling of how forboding Adam’s character and looks were.

I read this to my beloved husband who does not read nor like old English Literature. He looked at me and said, “Poor Adam.”

To which I replied, “Poor Adam? No no. Listen to the words.”
So, I read it again. He nodded in agreement.

“Yes,” he stated, as matter of fact as he always was, “poor Adam must be a dweeb and the tramps don’t to go near him.”

Befuddled, I tried to understand what he was saying. Then it hit me. My dear husband thought that tramps were bad girls, the new fangled word for a woman of ill repute.

After the confusion lifted and my tears stopped rolling down my face, I explained that tramps in this instance were the poor folk who come to the door for food or drink. The confused look remained on his handsome face.

“Homeless people, Honey, you know. Those people who beg for food?”

As understanding dawned on him, he was disgusted with the language not with his misunderstanding.

So there you have it the old vs. the new. What is there to tell? One person’s classic is another person’s trash.

Dr. Seuss Brilliant Content

Dr.Seuss.jpgBrilliant man. There is so much to say on this intelligent and wonderful man who grabbed the minds and hearts of so many of us, grown ups and children alike.

Repetition, cadence and rhyme no matter how absurd caught out attention and that of our little ones who would march around the house reciting the words over and over. [Read more...]

Lousy Books are Killing Trees!!

This week is National Green Week.

Now, I am not so much into the green thing when it comes to books. I may have books on Kindle but reading them on Kindle, well not so much.

Back to my point. So, if you are reading a book (and I will not mention said book) and you get to page 86 and you still did not get into the meat of it, then something is really screwy in this equation. Here is a waste of several pages that could have saved a tree.

Now, you try and stick to it since you are, after all, in the first pages of this mystery. Nothing so far has really happened and you are anticipating lots from the reviews and the hype. Still nothing.

When 300 pages into it, it starts to get a little better, you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

And here comes my Green Week suggestion. What if we all stopped this insatiable need to devour books in the raw and just buy online writing or even join the library. Would that be an acceptable solution to you all?

After all, if more than 80% of this book (which was made into a movie, by the by) is not getting you into the place where you cannot tear yourself away from it, what is the point?

You can put up with 20% of blah blah blah blah blah, but 80% is carrying the line too far where it is borderline garbage. You expect a mystery to grab you and not let you go. Not drag you along kicking and screaming.

If you think my idea of a library card or even online reading is valid, let me know. After all, we all have opinions like we have …… and they all stink.

Cockroach Day, Down Under

While the Melbourne Cup, is a public holiday, only in Melbourne do people take the day off. But, everyone in Australia , has a day off for the annual cockroach races, partly because, the races take place, on Australia Day.

According to the story of cockroach racing, which started in 1981, two men, both, from Kangaroo Point, were arguing, at the bar, called the Story Ridge Hotel, about, which of their suburbs, was home to, the biggest cockroaches.  Of course, what else.

I must add, that I am sure, since they were in a pub, they were drinking. Can we at least agree on that? Yeah, sure we can. We shall hence call them the two drunks.

So, these two drunks, to settle their dispute, caught a cockroach each, at home, on their own, and brought it to the pub.

Again, to catch, mind you, catch, a disgusting insect, like a roach, and they are big for the race, you have to be smashed, right? Bombed?

Bringing those gross things in was one thing but these delightful hammered men, proceeded to race them. No one knows why, no one knows what, prompted the decision to “race” the disgusting pests.

Now, the whole country makes this a holiday. And I thought, we Americans, come up with holidays to have days off. No Siree Bob, we do not even come close to this lovely and charming holiday that the whole of Australia celebrates together with races, beer, food, and fun in the sun.


If you do not believe me, read on. Here is a link, with  pictures. :)

Do you prefer to talk or text?

It is difficult to stop, a prattler. Telephones, give people the opportunity, to talk longer. They are in the comfort of their space, wherever they called from, at that time. And, it feels rude to stop, the blatherer.

When I hear the telephone ring, I cringe, rarely picking it up. Whatever the person on the other end has to say, they can tell me, in text. I cannot stand the phone, against my ear.

There is so much to be said. Callers mostly, chatter along, non stop. My thought was always that a telephone was made for messages and important information. The rest can be written in e-mail or text or even a letter as a last resort. Yes, letters, remember? The paper placed in an envelope with postage stamp and all, yep.

Text is limited. It is concise and compressed. Most everyone, tends to write in short hand, when on text. I happen to like that. You say what you have to say without dissertations. Yammering on and on, needing to hear your own voice does not make for conversation.

Besides, phone lines are jammed as it is, with people chattering across the copper thinking that what they say is most important. My father told me, as a teenager that it is important to respect the phone lines and the press of people on it. Telephones were an invention for business and contact, not yapping and blathering. So, when years later, I am on the phone with him and try to end the conversation, he gets bent out of shape. I suggested that he taught me that trait. He denied it, sigh.

I gather by now you got the message? I prefer text for sure. I can “get away”, if I need to. I can “hang up” without insult. I can “escape” when need be.

Winnie the Pooh Day

Today is Winnie the Pooh Day. Enjoy!

Winnie the Pooh by Sherry Forde

Winnie the Pooh by Sherry Forde

“Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.” Winnie the Pooh

“I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.” Winnie the Pooh

On this, Winnie the Pooh day, a few words of Pooh wisdom to remind us.

Winnie the Pooh was created in England, in 1926, by A.A. Milne and illustrated by E.H. Shephard. It has been translated since then to hundreds of languages around the world.

It has been, one of the most successful franchises, for Disney, since they acquired it. Pooh has delighted children all around the world for many years.

Simplicity and humor with kindness has always been the target of the stories. Stories which engage small children, keeping them, riveted and concentrating. Children are enthralled and mesmerized by the story line and the soft nature of the cuddly bear.

It is difficult to walk into a store or see a group of children without seeing at least one Pooh in the crowd. It has held its own with charming tales of life in the imaginary woods in Sussex, of Pooh life.

E.H. Shephard’s illustrations were based on that landscape of Ashdown Forest, with open fields of heather, and birch trees; then clumps of pines.

Pooh has taught children over the years to be kinder, to treat each other with respect and concern. Its comforting effect on children, has been touted by parents in many articles and magazines suggesting that their children are learning facts of life in a constructive and decent way. Developmental advantages have been linked to the reading of Pooh also.

Celebrate Winnie, with your child. As for you, who’s children have outgrown him, remember his kind influence on your children. His slow, absent minded, sweet temper and nature.

Being Alone to Write

I write wherever I am. I do not have to be alone or isolated. I am alone in my own head and in my concentration.


There are times when I go away to write and travel with my husband to a distant place. It is heavenly to do that.


We have gone to Sea Ranch, California lately and it has become a good place to write and stop and think.  Sea Ranch is a beautifully isolated place and conducive to meditation and thought. I do some writing there but find it too relaxing to do serious work.


I think having been a mother has helped me with this. I could do most anything with my daughters around. I could tune them out when I needed to and just do what I had to do. It is the same with writing.  I tune most everything out and just write.


Accused of Conclusions

I write about the people I know and the people I see around me. I realized that I am observant even when busy talking or chatting.


I have been accused of reaching conclusions about people without benefit of their input. I would say that that is my creative juices creating a person that does not exist based on what they say and what they do in a few instances giving me ample subject for what I want to write.


People are interesting to watch and listen to. When someone is relating to another, you can glean lots of information about their beliefs and their ethics. From the way they treat the person they are with you can conclude a great deal about their life and their ways of doing things …. to others.



Simple Conversation


Two simple sentences, that’s all it was, two simple sentences:

“I miss good conversation. If you can write well and wish to have an e-pal, I would be very interested”.

Having moved to Sausalito she had no intention of staying.  She also had no intentions of dating either long or short term.  She just missed talking to men. Craig’s list is where she found her apartment, so Craig’s list is where she wrote her ad.

This is how the story begins for Salma in my new novel, “Simple Conversation”. I’m so excited, it is being published by Heart Press on February 14, 2011 – Valentine’s Day.