This is the new weekly installment: Writing Wednesdays! Why? Because I am a sucker for alteration? No. Because I can feel myself filling up, flooding with concepts, inspirations, and ruminations on this craft of mine that I still know nothing about. Because I write to learn, mostly about myself, and I need to reflect and…
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101 Things to do in 1001 Days One Month Recap
I can’t believe that it has been one month since I made these goals. 1001 days are going to go by fast. This list has been an inspiration for me since, in writing it, I sought to challenge myself and encourage self care and relaxation in balance. By reviewing this on a regular basis, I…
Excerpts: May, 1937 “It was almost the end.”
Almost a tragic end: Thursday, May 13th, 1937 Such a night. I was reading under the parlor lamp and the doorbell rings. Mother comes in with a young man. She flops on the sofa and just sits there. Finally, we find out she was struck or grazed by this young man’s car. Thank heavens! It’s…
Excerpts April, 1937
To be completely cliche- these excerpts are the good, the bad, and the ugly of April, 1937. It seemed appropriate because this month was such a mix of highs and lows. In romance: The Good: Monday, April 12th, 1937 Didn’t go home after school. Ernie and I went to the show and saw Bette Davis…
How Am I Doing?
Well! It’s the end of January and I have been posting every day! (I’ve also been doing about 25 hours a week at Whole Foods, my day job, taking care of my gram, working on other writing projects, barely…) I haven’t been getting much exercise, eating much healthy food, or doing much relaxing. I’m a…
Sunday Share: America is Great.
This Sunday Share comes from a blog I am new and unfamiliar with called An American Song but I liked what I read. This author has written a book where he (she?) interviewed people all across America, average people, and wrote down their stories. It sounds a lot like what I do here with Babu…
March, 1937
Babu turns 19!! Mother and Dad gave me a dainty pair of white kid gloves, some material for a dress, and a dozen narcissus for my birthday tomorrow. But before her birthday, she gets pretty ill. From the description I wonder if it were worse then she even knew. It then passes around her house…
Constantly Evolving,or Just Evolving All At Once?
As you know, last month I got Freshly Pressed and got a flood of new people checking out the blog, following me and commenting. At first, I got a little confused because people were sending me lovely messages like: And how did you get that rough draft? You wrote it. That still counts. A…
February, 1937 Excerpts
More evidence that Babu only looks far away and not right under her nose: Tuesday, February 9th, 1937 Last dance tonight. Francis Cebula and I went together. Jaime gave me the ticket, bought me a sundae, took me home, but that doesn’t change my attitude toward him. I can’t help it. I just can’t go…
February, 1937
No airships, no natural disasters, no new presidents elected. Just February, 1937. The month begins with Babu’s date with Richard R. I still do not know where this boy came from, but her date seemed nice. Ice skating – which was kind of a fail. And they got to the movies, late, but saw a…
Sunday Share – Story telling I aspire to!
This was a wonderful post I found on https://wildheartoflife.blog/ Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked The party was in full swing. Indentured servants did their best to placate the unruly guests, refilling the carafes of thick, mulled wine, pouring the bourbon that glistened in the crystal glasses like casts of amber in the sunlight. The…
Hindenburg on My Mind
I don’t remember if I told you, but Babu saw the Hindenburg. Not the explosion, but it during flight. Here is the passage: Friday, October 9th, 1936 Saw “big Broadcast of 1937” and “Desert Gold.” Woke up this morning to the siren of fire trucks. Next door at the Partyka’s their oil got on fire. …
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