Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Monday, July 4, 2016

Edit, part 5 - another story thread

During the war years – 1911-1918 – the Austin family lived in a two-story bungalow on the edge of Milton. Like their neighbors they had a quarter-acre lot with room for a vegetable garden out back, a chicken house and fenced hen yard so they could raise their own eggs. When she graduated in the top... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Edit Part 4

How the bad stuff hit the fan... Fiona and George had barely enjoyed the best man’s champagne toast when the bride and groom had to rush to catch a flight to Niagara Falls. With George due to leave for basic training at the Great Lakes facility in Chicago in six days, there was time for only a... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Edit part 3

Before they’d finished their tea, Martha Jensen had invited Pru and Fiona to a soiree at her home. Both mothers gave strict instructions to their offspring to put their best foot forward. The two were seated next to one another at the table, where they managed a brief conversation about the history... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Edit Part 2

It was nobody’s business that Fiona hadn’t died, or why she’d completely dropped out of sight. The failure of her daughter’s marriage had been a bitter disappointment for Pru. The plan had been for her lovely Fiona to marry rich, lead a brilliant social life and produce an heir to her husband’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Cleaning Day...

Yes, it's the dreaded event I've been trying to sort and pitch and organize before they get here. Of all the things I worried about, something even worse has cropped up its ugly head. I told them not to touch my desk, my office - which computer was invaded by Microsoft a couple weeks ago. And so she... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Page 1

By the time she reached her seventies, Prudence Stegman Schmidt, Pru to her friends, had kept one particular secret for a very long time. It wasn’t really her secret to share, since it involved her daughter Fiona, her grandson Herb and the real reason Pru had taken over his care and feeding when he... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Editing an old story

Bored with the sorting and pitching, and distracted in the midst of it by a notebook full of background details on a story I wrote a couple years back "My Disco Ball is Broken," I pulled up a copy and began messing with the manuscript. Don't know if you remember the story - starts off with Grandma... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Sort & Pitch Day

Maybe I’m the only Silly Old Girl who does this, but from time to time I feel the need to get organized and toss out all those things I’ve been saving “in case I need them sometime.” I go through the albums of artwork from the grandkids that I’ve been intending to organize and present to them now... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Street Seen Two

From time to time I see an episode of “Barney Miller” a ‘70s comedy set in the 12th Precinct cop house in New York City. The cops used typewriters to write up their arrest reports, the phones had buttons that lit up, circular dials, and they rang. Files were kept in huge cabinets, there was a chalk... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Street Seen

A classy dame, dressed all in black except for a pair of red high heeled shoes with fluffy little flounces at the toes, ankled her way along Broadway at the hinge of the evening. A sailor, leaning languidly against the brick façade of the Furniture Mart on Fourth Avenue, stood at attention and... Sign in to see full entry.

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