Caramel

Caramel is not heated sugar;

this sweet goodness is a mood.

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Aging

“As I get older, I realize that age is less about chronology and more about attitude and spirituality.”

Jane Fonda said that in Act V. I totally get it. That is who I am; a self-assured woman of faith.

As the rules say, Not as they do

On the daily commuter rail, I like to sit on the train car that is reserved as a quiet space. We passengers like to settle into our own silent world to read or finish a work item. I also pay bills or write fiction (okay, semi non-fiction) during this personal down time. For those that are not the frequent travelers, there is a loud reminder on the SPEAKER at EVERY stop:

“For passenger comfort, the quiet car is the first car behind the locomotive Monday through Friday. Please speak in hushed tones and refrain from using cell phones and electronics in the quiet car. Thank you and enjoy the ride.”

The only one that bothers me, and needs to speak in hushed tones, is the quiet car speaker system!

Life Saver

This author’s writing style is a real treat and right up my alley. I am only a fourth of the way through this book and already have favorite passages. Mameve’s creative descriptions make me linger on the page. I devour every written visual with a smile on my face.

Below are some examples of her descriptive sentences:

  • Illustrating her early lust for rescuing flea market items, “I’d look forward to trash collection mornings the way my lower-school mates anticipated opening day at Fenway Park!”
  • When explaining how her fellow dealer speaks, “He gives the word the theatrical French spin of a Hercule Poirot.”
  • Decorators walking through the antique mall, “…needle heels that pockmark the planked wood floors like acne scars.”
  • On being thoughtful, “I stroke my chin in my best Sherlock Holmes impersonation.”
  • Describing the wrapped package, “…hefting this huge bundle in front of her stomach as if she were pregnant with twins.”
  • Helping the reader understand the loudness, “By comparison, the hand-clapping, hip-swiveling, feet-stomping crowd at a Pearl Jam concert seems subdued.”
  • Relaying a relatable memory, “…my mother used to peel an orange, in one smooth graceful motion, producing at the end of her knife a single continuous spiraling rind.”
  • Her main character judging the younger generation, “I don’t think the daughters look like college material anyway; all that make up and hair points to cosmetology school.”
  • Getting her own makeup applied by a professional using a powder puff, “It goes above my head like the halo of dirt hovering over Pigpen in the Peanuts cartoon.”

I love them all. Now I just need my Linus blankie to really settle in, so I can quietly enjoy more stories within her story. When I’m finished, maybe I’ll also treat myself to a peppermint patty.

#Friday Fictioners – 100 words

10 a.m. and the remaining items from under the bed, brought her new day to a screeching halt. Marianne slouched in front of them with a blank look on her face, if you don’t count the tears. She stared at seashells memorializing their off-season stroll last October. A reminder of the Cape Cod tournament that allowed for beach time between hectic games. A beautiful memory mixed with the unknown before her. The papers were one more reminder of things she didn’t understand. A slap in the face that time is fleeting and she hadn’t really known her daughter.

I am a writer whom journals about life, family, New England, everything and nothing and whispers of the Holy Spirit.

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