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Am I Blue

without you?

Yes, I am.

That I haven’t visited my favorite blogs, don’t answer emails, hardly click “like” on Facebook, and have spent the last three weeks trying to find the time to do the last three chapters of my latest book.

Last week, I was so confused, I posted my Wednesday blog on Tuesday. Then on Thursday, I took it down because I didn’t feel like doing a trilogy or a duo or even this lame excuse for a post I am doing today.

I am truly blue … a nice periwinkle with shades of baby-blue and navy.

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And so to save my sorry-self for the next few weeks leading up to and including my favorite time of year, I will post reruns

Posts some of you have never read, save Christi Corbett, who has been reading me from the beginning.

For those of you who haven’t heard from me lately, on and off the blog, I offer my sincere apology and ask for your indulgence and patience.

This Phoenix will rise again …

Wonky days …

Posted originally in 2010.

 It’s the middle of the week and you can see Friday peeking over the horizon, a bright ball of sun, exploding in your head. Almost there.

We are forever keeping time, looking ahead for what we would love to have, or looking back at something we forgot.


 My favorite definition of time is power. To have the power to use it, be consumed, deluged and surrounded with the time to do what is immediately gratifying.

The ability to mold and create one’s life with no worry of time running out. We are all born to die and what we do with the time we have between is all we leave behind.

Our real battles are fought against it. Will there be enough to realize our secret desires; fulfill our obligations; with some to spare to get the kids through college? Can we meet the demands of our days; find peace in our nights?

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We are surrounded with clichés like: She died before her time. Time flies. Before you know it, it’s gone. You’re young and you have plenty of time. Time heals all wounds. All the mysteries of life will be revealed … in time.

 Or an old favorite … Time waits for no one.

We may believe that in time, like fruit, we ripen on the vine of life; becoming sweeter; juicier.

Time allows the “ah ha” of it all to settle into our brains. Those were the good old days. We’ll never see that time come around again.

In my day life was easier, simpler, stricter; safer. We didn’t lock our doors and were never afraid to let our kids stay out all day and half the night. We didn’t live in a barbwired, gated, alarmed, concrete fortress; our children captives of mean time.

We rush, hustle, bustle and scramble hysterically through the years; didn’t have, couldn’t get; didn’t become something … in time.

No matter how we see it … we never have enough … do enough within the minutes we’re allotted … we will always look for the next swell of a hill … look around the next corner.

We move in our own time … until we run out of …

 Time to slip
Off the edge, with 

fOIS In The City



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Let Me Entertain You …

Let me make you smile.

All my life I thought I was supposed to be on the stage, to dance and sing, to act or make jokes, to entertain and make you feel good.

No matter what befalls me in this strange and wonderful life … I have always preferred to laugh. Of our senior graduating class of over 800 in my all-girls high school, I was voted “The Most Likely to Make You Laugh.”

The class clown, the forever mischievous, curious and exasperating pest… I loved to laugh and make others laugh with me.

Laughter is the cure for just about anything. It has been proven that the very act of smiling can make a person feel better. Smile and the world smiles with you … weep and you weep alone.

Drama is hard … comedy is harder.

Crack open any funny bone and you might find a dark marrow. Peek behind the façade of many comics and you might see hardship and tragedy. You may see the part of them they hide.

Robin Williams is a very recent and real example of the hidden tragedy in many funny guys … he was also a wonderful example of the genius that makes many comics great actors.


Laughter cures. Laughter cheers. Laughter is in my humble opinion the best damn drug in the known universe.

Laughter does not always make one “happy” in the orthodox sense … Carlin made me laugh while he stoked my political indignation.

Probably one of the best known comics to make us laugh over nothing at all was Seinfeld … the man who could take a group of people who were about nothing and did a great deal of nothing and make them funny.

He took everyday life, turned it around in his mind, and made funny.

If given a choice we might all laugh.

So, go on and have a laugh on me. It is after all what I live for.

Who makes you laugh?

And do they poke at something other than your “funny bone?”

fOIS In The City

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What would you do if you were me …

Womenshumor.03Let’s say for a minute that you are me. Okay, stop laughing out there. Play along for now and wait to see what happens.

You’re me and you’re bored or you can’t think of what to write or you just have an itch to collect random minutia.

I do love minutia … I even like the word.

I have this fondest for the sound or image some words call up in my brain … minutia … those inconsequential fragments of thoughts that linger in the nether regions of your brain.


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You get an itch to find something about a place. I’ve been searching for a place for a story that is kind of rural with rivers or ocean and mountains and lots of open space.

You google the name of a place that comes to mind … Oshkosh for instance.

Oshkosh is a city in Winnebago County, Wisconsin, located where the Fox Riber enters Lake Winnebago from the west. The city is located adjacent to and partially within the Town of Oshkosh. The population was 66,083 at the 2010 census. 

Washington Heights is a neighborhood in the northern portion of the New York City borough of Manhattan. The area had over 150,000 inhabitants as of 2010.  

Note: There are approximately 20,000 or more undocumented inhabitants in Washington Heights.


That computes to one town in Wisconsin having less than half the population of one neighborhood in Manhattan.

Don’t you love the sounds of Oshkosh and Winnebago? Reminds me of cute little babies in overalls and a great way to travel around the country and carry your own tiny cottage with you.

Moving along …

Ever try to remember the name of an actor who played in that movie you liked so much. The problem is you can’t remember the name of the movie and the face of the actor is laughing at you, but you can’t remember her or his name.

Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon is a parlor game based on the “six degrees of separation” concept which posits that any two people on earth are six or fewer acquaintance links apart. 

The idea eventually morphed into this game wherein movie buffs challenge each other to find the shortest path between an arbitrary actor and prolific Hollywood character actor Kevin Bacon. It rests on the assumption that any individual involved in the Hollywood, California, film industry can be linked through his or her film roles to Kevin Bacon within six steps. 

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So? You can’t remember the actor but you remember that he or she was in a movie with someone’s name you do remember. You search for the movies made by the other actor until you recognize the movie you can’t remember. Then you search for the cast of that movie and BINGO.

Words and images that link to other words and images are the foundation of our craft.

One of my favorite email loops came twice a year in one of our on-line writer’s groups. Someone would post the question of what the other members were reading. And if you copied each response you might end up with a list of over a hundred books.


I mention this because I have recently decided to give up television. Not turn it off as click the remote and go about other business. I turned off the cable and gave away the television set.

You might not like network drama or sitcoms or soaps … you might not watch during the day or you prefer to cuddle with a good book at night … and I would still bet my bottom drawer that every single one of you is hooked up to that cable for something.

What I love are movies, old reruns, public television and more movies. Of actual network shows, I watched three and I can live without them.

Please don’t worry about my state of insanity. I gave up CABLE not entertainment. I replaced my cable company’s phone and internet with a phone company’s phone and internet. And I am doing a thirty day trial on several of the Netflix types of membership.

And since my old-fashioned television … the one that caused my daughter to roll on the floor in uncontrollable laughter … cannot stream to my computer … I will eventually get a smart TV. That is once I surf the internet for details and configurations and more minutia I do not comprehend.

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How are your USB ports doing these days? Do you ever get a longing to know the Mpbs of your internet or how to receive 4K HD?

No more clunky square boxes, now we have streamline screens with letters and numbers to detail what they do. And a 40” screen is not exactly 40” because it is measured diagonally and even then you could lose up to half an inch.


I digress …

I haven’t forgotten … you’re me and you do these pesky things. Yeah, I also love the word pesky … it harkens back to my childhood when …

And my thinking patterns are often like those loopy emails sent by our members, they circle the net until they take on a life of their own.

In case you were interested … and even if you are not … my posts generally are about 1,000 words. Sometimes when I am truly searching for knit to pick I copy and paste and look at the word counts of other bloggers.

These posts range from over 2,000 words to Christi Corbett who can often write a post of one sentence. I think it’s a gift to be able to sum up any topic in one sentence … a gift I was obviously not given.

We have come to the end. My word count is threatening to rise to un-Godly numbers at which point I imagine my readers nodding off.

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Wake up!

You are no longer me. You are yourself once again.

You are a writer in some form or other and as such you are a reader.

I read almost every type of genre and literature and am most fond of poetry and what you might expect … I am a true lover of shorts.

In the past two weeks I have read ten books by some of my favorite writers. I am on the last 20 pages of number eleven this morning.

So send me a list of what you think you’ll be reading over the summer. Beach books, old books you want to rediscover, books your friends sent you.

I hoped you enjoyed being me … or at least felt a slight tingling rising from your toes to your back and raising the hair on your neck.

Being me can be such a thrill.

Tell me my devoted follower … 

What are your random thoughts and 

What are you reading today?

fOIS In The City



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