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A perfect day…

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Excerpt from the sequel novel,  “A Friend Request, “ by C. L. Gillmore

Jake begins the chat with Rose as they share their day with one another in Facebook messages…

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“Wassup?”

“Nothing much here. One of my little students stuck a bean up his nose today. I had to call the nurse for an extraction.”

“Messy. Where’d he get the bean?”

“We were counting with them during Math.”

“Ah-h-h. Moved right from addition to subtraction, huh?”

“Yes. Exactly. If Carlos has 5 beans and sticks one up his nose…how many beans does he have left?”

“Way to think on your feet.”

“It’s a gift.”

“It is. I wanted to say it’s SNOT funny, but I didn’t.”

“Thanks. Glad you held back.”

“Welcome.”

“How was your day?”

My shitty day—the flat tire on the bus in the mud, the verbal battle at lunch with Beth over Brian’s new girl friend and a puking dog—seemed a distant memory once Rose and I began chatting.

I pictured her at home, in her jeans and t-shirt, sitting in the living room with her laptop. All I wanted was to pop some corn, curl up next to her on the couch and watch a movie. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to see her smile. I wanted to hear her voice.

How was my day? I typed back.

“Perfect. Great day.”

“Good to know.”

 

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As a Published author Brenda Williams, was born and raised in Warwickshire, England. She moved to Canada in 1966, and then to Colorado in 1980. Three years later, Brenda opened a Tea Room in Lakewood, Colorado.

During her time in Colorado, she was on the board of The Colorado Food Association, which was overseen by the Colorado Department of Agriculture. Brenda also taught English Afternoon Tea classes for the Denver Free University. In 1989, she began manufacturing her own Scone Mix, preserves, lemon curd mix, and stuffing mixes. These products were sold throughout the United States.

Brenda sold her Lakewood Tea Room in 1996. In 1999, she relocated to the Sun Cities of Arizona with her husband Derek, where she proudly offers delicious international foods and beautiful gift baskets.

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My one desire

My one desire

“I once had a thousand desires,
But in my one desire to know you
all else melted away…” ~Rumi

Winding down the uncertain roads of a changing America

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On February 25, 1969 we watched Peter Fonda and Jack Nicholson wind down the uncertain roads of a changing America on their choppers in Easy Rider. We road beside them…”Flow river flow…let your waters wash down…take me from this road…to some other town.” ~Roger McQuinn

Watch with glittering eyes…

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“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~Roald Dahl

Guest Blog by J.B. Hogan

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Cheryl and I have known each other for a long time. We met in the early spring of 1970 in Warrensburg, Missouri where we were going to college at Central Missouri State, now the University of Central Missouri. We were good friends for two active, complex and fun years back in the heady latter days of the 1960s movement. Then we went our separate ways—for 40 years.

Cheryl found me on Facebook and now we are friends again, both old and new. And we’re both writers—writers whose work has different aims but taps the same resource for much of its material: the age of the Baby Boomers. I’m older than Cheryl and not technically a Boomer but I grew up with and was still a part of that noted generation.

Because of this connection and because we lived in the heart of the 1960s and early 1970s counter-culture, our work speaks directly to those of you from that time. Maybe you weren’t as deep into that world as we were, or maybe you were more so, but you’ll see that our work rings true—with the unquestioned veracity of those who have been there and done that. We lived through the things we write about and we are writing our books for you.

But—we do not live in the past. Far from it. We use the past and our memories to fashion stories for today. Stories that we hope resonate with you and with your children and their children. Understanding the past—yours, ours, our country’s—tells us not just who we’ve been but who we are and who we are becoming.

It’s been a long journey for all of us and for our nation as well. Please join Cheryl and I as we plumb the depths of personal and public experience to create fiction that reflects our shared past, and influences our present and the future.

 

J. B. Hogan

 

Read more by J.B. Hogan by visiting his Facebook page here.

 

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It was the spring of 1970.  Women were demanding equal rights, blacks were pressing for equal representation, young people were calling for an end to the Vietnam War and peaceful protests were giving way to riots across college campuses following the deaths of four students at Kent State.

Colliding philosophies of the times played out at the box office as military films, “Patton” and “M*A*S*H”surrendered to the peace and love of “Woodstock’s”half a million strong.

Jimi Hendrix’s “Purple Haze,” The Beatles’ “Let It Be,” Derek and The Dominos’ “Layla,” Creedence Clearwater Revival’s, “Who’ll Stop the Rain?” and James Taylor’s “Fire and Rain” filled our hearts and heads with music and ideas.

Freedom. It was all about freedom. Freedom to wear what you wanted, grow your hair as long as you wanted, listen to the music you wanted, think what you wanted, freedom to choose, freedom to say “no.”

That was where we all were in history the morning I walked into the student union at Central Missouri State in Warrensburg, Missouri…“Out In The Country,” by Three Dog Night was playing on the jukebox. Fraternity and sorority members sat at tables on the left hand side. That wasn’t me. I turned to the right and saw a table filled with what was referred to back then as hippies and freaks and Vietnam vets. How fortunate for me. Among that group was Jerry Hogan…a bearded, long-haired vet with a notepad and pencil tucked inside his plaid flannel shirt pocket.

Jerry and I and the others in that group became fast friends. Over the next two years we shared unique experiences and lived through times that shaped our values, our viewpoints and gave us the tenacity to realize our dreams. Jerry jotted observations of those times down in notepads as poems and stories. I logged my memories of those days in my mind and my heart for future reference.

Facebook brought us together again. We used a lot of LOLs as we both recalled high school guidance counselors—advising Jerry Hogan, Ph. D. that he was definitely not college material and encouraging me to pursue a career in secretarial or beautician fields.

Although we write from different perspectives, we both write from our heart about times we experienced, things we know about…because we were there. And with this in mind, we bridge the past with the present and hope the words, the poems, the stories, the novels we write strike a familiar chord with those who were there…or who want to merely experience that unique time in history.

C. L. Gillmore

 

A circle of friends

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It was 1970. Every morning I walked into the student union at CMSU…turned to the right and headed to the tables filled with hippies and freaks and Vietnam vets…my best friends. A circle of friends that served as a safe haven for all of us back then…”a quiet place to leave it all behind.” I remember this mellow song playing in the background. A nice memory.

If you would like to read more from CL Gillmore you may purchase her book by clicking here.

Reflecting on getting older

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~Excerpt from “A Friend Request,” sequel novel to Uncommon Bond by C. L. Gillmore

Rose reflects on getting older…

The aging process occurs so gradually over time, you never realize it’s happening. I was twenty-something and now I’m sixty-something. When did the bag boy at the grocery store stop looking down my blouse and start calling me Ma’am? When did men stop turning their heads to look at my legs when I walked into a room? I couldn’t remember either…but I knew it happened.

I wondered…do you really get wiser with age or is that adage just words perpetuated from one generation to the next?

Was I wiser now than when I was younger?  Or was I making the same mistakes…once…twice…three times over? I knew the answers already.

Over the past two years, I’d written thousands of poignant, romantic, thought-provoking words into sentences and paragraphs, stories and rhymes mostly related to people and places and matters of the heart from my much younger past.

Have I learned anything new about myself since then that’s made me wiser?

Yes on the new…no on the wiser.

I learned a lifetime goes by in the blink of an eye. And during that blink, your children grow up, your parents die…but you basically remain the same inside. It’s the outside you that changes.

And the romantic, fanciful woman’s heart within?  Well, it continues overruling the logical, compulsive brain when it comes to love.

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The Novel

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I Will Be a Teller of Tales, a Spinner of Stories

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.

~from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes” by C L Gillmore~

To read more of C.L. Gillmore’s poetry purchase her collection here!

CL Gillmore

J.B. Hogan writes from his heart…his experience.

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GET IT! J. B. Hogan writes from his heart…from experience. He was there with all of us…recording those turbulent and bittersweet years of the late 1960s…in stories and poems. Now he is an award-winning author and noted historian. Look for his books, short stores and poetry.  Read more about J.B. Hogan here.
Gritty stories of the Contemporary Southwest by J.B. Hogan.