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Monthly Archives: April 2013

Sometimes you have to create your own sunshine…

CL Gillmore

Congratulations to CL Gillmore for her published short story on Kailkion

CL Gillmore

Congratulations to CL Gillmore for her short story, “Crew Cut Boy” 

It was published on April 29, 2013 on

Read C. L. Gillmore’s short story, “Crew Cut Boy” here.

How’s that whistling going for you

CL Gillmore


Saturdays are spent looking for garage sales with the grand kids. This week we had Emmi and Dillon with us. Emmi, age 4, is known for her “one-liners” and large vocabulary. As we were heading back home, we heard her practicing her non-existent whistling skills from the backseat.

I asked, “Emmi, how’s that whistling going for you?”

She answered, “Well, it’s not going very well so far.”

Meanwhile, her dad, Aaron, tried to explain something to her little brother, Dillon. Of course, Dillon didn’t understand but Emmi knew the problem.

She looked over at her dad and said, “Daddy, you need to stop being so obtuse!”

Next week we’ll work on the word “plethora” and see how that goes. Probably not very well.

Shopping at Grandpa’s Garage

CL Gillmore
Happy 33rd Birthday to my son Aaron Kobel! He now has a son the age he was in these pictures.
This rap poem is about Aaron and his son, Dillon…and Grandpa.
CL Gillmore
Shopping at Grandpa’s GarageEvery so often we stop by,
Hand and hand, my little son and I,
To poke around, to rummage through
Grandpa’s garage and look for something new.Shelves and drawers, boxes and sacks
Filed in rows and stored in stacks.
Collected over time, each cherished find,
A tangible remembrance etched in my mind.

Fishing poles, tackle boxes, dip nets and lures
Leaf blowers, lawn mowers, barbeques and skewers
Paint brushes, ladders, drip lines, and hoses
Weed and feed, bug spray and dust for roses
Toggle bolts, nails, Phillips screws, and wires
Allen wrenches, drills, hammers and pliers
License plates, radios, pictures and books
Christmas trees, reindeer, lights bulbs, and hooks

Today I chose a sprayer and some weed control.
While my little one’s dragging a fishing pole.
“We’ll have them back to you next week,” I say.
Dad just shakes his head and walks away.

We drive away together, smiles on our faces.
My little son and me, remembering the places
Where memories were made, amid the hodgepodge,
As we shopped today in Grandpa’s garage.

~ C. L. Gillmore, © June 2012 ~

An inlet and an outlet for my soul

CL Gillmore

Jake and Rose are discussing how her therapy sessions are going with Molly…

“What else did you and Molly talk about?”

“She wanted to know what I was working on. I told her I finished the first novel and was working on the sequel. She said writing is a powerful force in my life—a tool to help me understand myself—an inlet and an outlet for my soul. I thought that was beautiful.”

“It is. Did you tell her you kill people off in your books as part of your therapy?”

“I did! She laughed…especially when I told her I killed the husband and secretary off in the first novel. I told her it was my way of letting go and moving on toward a happy ending.”

“Sounds right to me.”

Cuddling literally kills depression..

CL Gillmorey
“Cuddling literally kills depression, relieves anxiety and strengthens the immune system.”

Sometimes you think your heart is breaking…

CL Gillmore
“How is your heart, dear friend? It’s amazing how much a heart can stretch. Sometimes you think it’s breaking…when actually…it’s stretching to accommodate life.” C L Gillmore

“If we wait until we’re ready…we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

CL Gillmore

“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott

CL Gillmore

living in an imaginary world…

Excerpt from “A Friend Request” by C L Gillmore
CL Gillmore
As a child, I spent a great deal of time living in an imaginary world, with imaginary friends, talking with voices in my head. Voices who listened…who understood…who protected.And all the while, I waited for Prince Charming—to sweep me off my feet, hold me in his arms and ride off into the sunset—to live happily ever after.

I knew he was out there. I wondered what he looked like…where he lived…when he would come into my life.

Day after day, year after year…I waited for him…hoping he would find me before it was too late.