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Monthly Archives: October 2011

Happy Halloween from the Paperback Writer in Phoenix!

Couldn’t think of a better way to start or end the day than with this “witchy” video by the Eagles…Happy Halloween from the Paperback Writer in Phoenix!



Love Lessons…

Jodie is a friend of mine I’ve known since she was a young teenager. Her book, Love Lessons, is the true story about their adopted daughter Victoria. This fascinating book is touching, honest and takes a deep look into how childhood trauma effects behavior, relationships and reveals the parenting challenges. I highly recommend it to anyone who has ever faced challenges with a child you have loved.

Working on the sequel at Paradise Bakery…

The Novel

A breath taken…send is pressed.
… The present awakens a past.
Cover shot captured at sunset.
Leading roles long ago cast.

A story recalled…rhyming words spin.
Texted chats ebb and flow.
Kindred spirits coupled again,
From once upon a time ago.

A page turned…new chapters begin.
The sequel yet to unfold.
Never forgotten and never to end.
Images etched on each soul.

–by C L Gillmore 2011

The Little Orphan Annie

I was reminded by a friend of this favorite childhood poem of Autumn…

The Little Orphan Annie
James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

“To all the little children:–The happy ones and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones…yes the good ones, too and all the lovely bad ones.”

Little Orphan Annie’s come to my house to stay.
To wash the cups and saucers up and brush the crumbs away.
To shoo the chickens from the porch and dust the hearth and sweep,
and make the fire and bake the bread to earn her board and keep.
While all us other children, when the supper things is done,
we sit around the kitchen fire and has the mostest fun,
a listening to the witch tales that Annie tells about
and the goblins will get ya if ya don’t watch out!

Once there was a little boy who wouldn’t say his prayers,
and when he went to bed at night away up stairs,
his mammy heard him holler and his daddy heard him bawl,
and when they turned the covers down,
he wasn’t there at all!
They searched him in the attic room
and cubby hole and press
and even up the chimney flu and every wheres, I guess,
but all they ever found of him was just his pants and round-abouts
and the goblins will get ya if ya don’t watch out!!

Once there was a little girl who always laughed and grinned
and made fun of everyone, of all her blood and kin,
and once when there was company and old folks was there,
she mocked them and she shocked them and said, she didn’t care.
And just as she turned on her heels and to go and run and hide,
there was two great big black things a standing by her side.
They snatched her through the ceiling fore she knew what shes about,
and the goblins will get ya if ya don’t watch out!!

When the night is dark and scary,
and the moon is full and creatures are a flying and the wind goes Whoooooooooo,
you better mind your parents and your teachers fond and dear,
and cherish them that loves ya, and dry the orphans tears
and help the poor and needy ones that cluster all about,
or the goblins will get ya if ya don’t watch out!!!




To Look At The World, Once Again, With Wonder…

Children awaken your own sense of self when you see them hurting struggling, testing; when you watch their eyes and listen to their hearts.

Children look to us and their world with fresh eyes, uncynical attitudes, open hearts. They react spontaneously to the events in their lives; what they feel is who they are.

Trying to find that same fresh and new beginning…

Excerpt from A Friend Request by C L Gillmore

Rose recalls watching her mother… 

“I lived alone in a furnished upstairs, three bedroom and bath apartment on a quiet residential street in my hometown of Macomb. It was small but comfortable and I was used to living in apartments.

I remember my mom fixing up several apartments we lived in over the years, to make them more livable, more like a home. If the floors were bad, she would buy inexpensive linoleum to cover them. Our kitchen floor always seemed to have some sort of large checkered pattern, the bedrooms, a more subdued floral or neutral pattern. I thought the shiny new linoleum was beautiful and pretended to be a famous dancer as I twirled and slid across the slick new floors with my imaginary partner.

Mom bought rolls of wallpaper and matching border for each room. I watched her measure, cut, paste and hang each piece and then climb up onto a kitchen chair to carefully attach the pasted border along the top, finishing each room. Sometimes she would let me cut along the penciled lines or help spread the wallpaper paste with a big brush. I loved to help.

When the wallpapering was finished she would paint all of the woodwork a bright white enamel. To this day I don’t know how she found extra money to buy the linoleum, wallpaper or paint. I can only imagine.

I asked her one time how she learned to do all of this, laying and cutting the linoleum, the wallpapering, the painting. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Your daddy and I used to do this together. He showed me how.” I don’t remember her talking about him again other than that one time but I knew when I looked into her face how much she missed him.

I can still remember the scent of new linoleum, freshly hung wallpaper and enamel paint. It made those old, well-worn apartments seem fresh and new. I think it was my mom’s way of starting over each time…trying to find that same fresh and new beginning with someone else other than my dad.”

Do you Know I’m in Here?

I watch as you walk by me
Looking, but not really seeing.
I listen as you talk around me
Speaking, but not really conversing.
I can feel your touch on me
Patting, but not really connecting.
Do you know I’m in here?


I need you to stop and look at me
See the person inside.
I need you to talk then listen to me
I have something to say.
But most of all I need you to touch me
I need to feel your love
And know that I am in here.

–By C L Gillmore from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”
Copyright 2011

I’m Looking Through You

No Matter How Small…

Consistent effort, no matter how small, sparks magic, fills sails, butters bread, turns tides, instills faith, summons friends, improves health, burns calories, creates abundance, yields clarity, builds courage, spins planets, and rewrites destinies.

Moths and Butterflies…

The brighter your light, the more you attract…everything.
Moths and butterflies.
At which point you begin learning what to celebrate and what to let fly on by.


Same Tracks, Different Season

Parallel rails laid long ago
At a place called yesterday
Where daydreams first began to grow
And tomorrow seemed so far away.

–poem excerpt by C L Gillmore