- Atlanta, Georgia, United States
- November 04
- Retired PR Director
- I am a retired Public Relations professional who now writes purely for fun and catharsis. I covered most of my memoir-type pieces in the first three years here. Lately I have dabbled in politics, current affairs, pop culture and movie reviews. Life is my muse.
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- My Writer's Den Revisited for
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- How's That Workin' for Ya?
August 01, 2014 01:05PM
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It is with deep sadness that I report the passing of the last family-focused American holiday.
Thanksgiving, the annual gathering of families to celebrate the gifts of bountiful harvests, blessings of the heart and the prosperity that enables a sumptuous feast for both the eyes and the body,… Read full post »
“Today's Republican Party may revere Reagan as the patron saint of low taxation. But the party of Reagan – which understood that higher taxes on the rich are sometimes required to cure ruinous deficits – is dead and gone. Instead, the modern GOP has… Read full post »
Do I write because I’m a good writer, or am I a good writer because I write? Am I even a good writer? Am I a writer at all?
Writing, to me, is like fine art. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I… Read full post »
Jerry Sandusky, the Penn State dirtbag accused of sodomizing a ten-year-old boy in the locker room shower, is one sick puppy. And by sick I mean the lowest form of human detritus roaming the globe, a predator masquerading as a tender-hearted do-gooder.
Like the majority of the people reading this post, I love books. I devoured as many as I could carry from the public library as a child. I actually read the classics assigned in American and English literature classes; no Cliffs Notes for me. In adulthood, when I/…
I felt the unwelcome signs of impending panic. It wasn’t rational. It certainly wasn’t timely. But there it was.
As often happens when I watch the news, I became emotionally involved as the details of the Penn State molestation scandal were slowly revealed. … Read full post »
Children choose their friends mostly by happenstance, I think. They have no say in where they live or who moves in next door. They are confined by vigilant parents to their front yards or, as they gain some years, to the block on which they live.
Their schools are populated… Read full post »
So, today’s my birthday – again! I don’t mind telling you I am pretty sick and tired of getting older. But, considering the alternative, I have decided a good use of my time would be to analyze myself. It’s okay. It’s what I/…
It was bound to happen. Herman Cain was getting too popular. He was showing some cojones when he aired one of the dumbest campaign ads of all time and succeeded in having every talking head on North America scratching his or her head, true, but talking about Herman… Read full post »
State the desired behavior. Explain precisely what it looks like. Describe completely the consequences of choosing not to deliver. Follow through 100% of the time.
I have written before about Jordan (fictitious name), the pre-teen boy I have been… Read full post »
I have a new hero. I found him in one of the most unlikely places, but I found him and I am smitten.
Meet Jose Rene Martinez, better known as “J.R.“ If you happen to be a soap opera addict, you already know him as the character Brot Monroe… Read full post »
Next to Christmas, Halloween was my favorite annual event when I was a kid. The idea of dressing up and scoring special treats from little known neighbors blocks away from home was thrilling beyond measure.
Since my birthday is only four days after Halloween, many… Read full post »
It has become the question I dread most. It screams judgment and pre-determined disapproval. “How long since you visited your mother?”
From where I sit, that question is based on so many assumptions, any answer I give is guaranteed to make an ass of only me.&nb… Read full post »
My approach to politics hasn’t been blindly loyal since I was a schoolgirl parroting the words I heard my parents and grandparents spouting at supper. Back then, I sounded like a dumbed-down version of the lackluster array of people vying for a spot… Read full post »
Civil rights icon U.S. Representative John Lewis showed up to downtown Atlanta’s Woodruff Park to tell the protesters he stands with them. If he expected to be given special treatment in deference to his immense status in this city, he wasn’t admitting it.
Congress… Read full post »
I hope you weren’t expecting to find pictures of the Keebler elves or a box of saltines in this post. A “conversation” in the comment section of a blog post about the use of racial pejoratives put me in the frame of mind to notice a yard sign in… Read full post »
Baby blue. Sky blue. Mediterranean Teal Blue Metallic. Turquoise. Caribbean. Azure. Navy. Cobalt. Royal. Breakwater Blue Metallic.
Blue was the color of my true love’s eyes. Still is.
Blue is good, mostly. I admire the color blue almost as m… Read full post »
The criminal trial of Dr. Conrad Murray for the death of superstar Michael Jackson centers around the doctor’s use of a… Read full post »
A faint memory of an old-fashioned black and white film flitted through my mental movie theater as I watched the latest neighborhood dustup unfold on our Yahoo Group. The film was for primary grade children. It depicted all the sights and sounds of a suburban… Read full post »
“I can’t continue this conversation, Mama. I am upset because one of you is lying to me and that pisses me off.”
My lifelong friend agreed to take my mother to see a movie – at least that is what my mother told me. It wasn’t… Read full post »
Open Salon editor Emily has suggested we try to contact our childhood bullies for an interview. Not gonna happen, dear Emily. I wouldn’t give that woman the time of day, nor would I give her the satisfaction of knowing I still entertain thoughts of her cruelty… Read full post »
The phone in my hotel room rings just as my friend Beverly is trying to adjust my bra strap to keep it hidden under my dress. Like a bridesmaid assists a bride, my friend of well-over twenty years had spent a little too much time arranging my coif and time… Read full post »
Even if I were to tell you I am a basket case right about now, you would have no idea how completely rattled I am. In case you have been deliberately avoiding my posts for the past, oh, six or seven months: I am leaving Saturday morning for… Read full post »
Crime in Atlanta is as routine as ants at a picnic. Atlantans who live within the extended city limits defined by its infamous circular I-285, or the city by-pass highway known as The Perimeter, develop living habits designed to thwart the purse-snatches, the daylight b… Read full post »