Mama Hankered for Hankies

Or did she? There's no doubt that Mama always had a fresh handkerchief or two tucked into her purse...and nearly a whole drawer full in her bedroom. She carried them with her always, even after Kleenex became so popular when it was marketed as a substitute for hankies back in the '40s. In fact I don't recall seeing a box of tissues in the house when I was growing up. No, indeed. Ladies carried handkerchiefs, Mama used to insist.

Now I wonder if she really were all that fond of them, or if she just pretended to be because in those days they were still relatively inexpensive, something affordable for a youngster who made her spending money for gifts for Christmas and birthdays through babysitting, and waitressing at Owl Drug Store's lunch counter.

Because no matter what the occasion...even after I became an adult and could afford more elaborate gifts, Mama always claimed that's what she wanted.

"Just get me a card and a hankie," she'd say with a sweet smile. I don't know why I continued to ask, already knowing what she'd answer.

In later years I began to purchase other gifts, mostly her favorite cologne, Emeraude. But I still tucked a hankie into the card. I remember the last one I bought for her. It was in 1983, my first trip to Paris, and I had found a D. Porthault hankie embroidered with the Eiffel Tower.


"Just what I wanted," she exclaimed, eyes lighting up. "How did you ever guess?"

Because it was always what she wanted. Or at least claimed to.

Last month in Paris, I lingered at the handkerchief counter at Galleries Lafayette. I wished I could present Mama with a frilly feminine square tomorrow for Mother's Day. RIP, Luella Alma Burgess French, 7/2/1913 to 1/1/1987.

 

Say It With Flowers

I'm the eternal optimist. I planted my planters Friday, just to give the front of the house a spring makeover. I wanted to see something yellow other than a dandelion in my front yard now that the daffodils are gone. I'm willing to take the risk that we might have another frosty morning, and have blankets on standby, just in case.

I wish I could be equally optimistic about my writing these days, as well. My submissions so far this year have been meager, indeed. Instead of composing anything new, I've been browsing through my "orphanage," revising and resubmitting older stories. It's not as if I don't have any ideas for new stories...I do. It's just that I'm not getting started on them. Or if I do bang out the first line or two, I stall. I remember I have to yank some of those pesky dandelions, or take a break to do some of the exercises my physical therapists have been suggesting for what might be sciatica, a spinal misalignment, or a herniated disc pressing on a nerve. Or maybe I have to check out more reviews of Cheryl Strayed's Wild, since I'm facilitating a discussion of it this next Thursday at my Colville book group.

Or should I take Tsunami on another walk since in her old age she's getting too stubborn to go into the backyard on her own to take care of her personal business? Oh, wait, I need to sweep the side deck, since last week's 50 mph winds left it full of pine cones, grizzled leaves and dust.

Whoops...I've gotta take a few minutes to work on some publicity for some local efforts. Or since the dogs are getting me up at sunrise which now arrives at 5:15 a.m., maybe it's time to take a nap?

You get the picture. It's not attention deficit disorder. It's spring fever, and it happens to me at this time every year. I start out in spring with great expectations for getting so much writing done...and then run into a wall.

So it's Cinco de Mayo, and I've got all week to finish the stories I'm working on. It's sunny, and you can't always count on that here. It looks like a good day to put the stalled story aside, and sit outside in one of the Adirondack chairs with a mystery set in Paris, Cara Black's Murder in the Marais...and a margarita.

That's where I'm heading in a few minutes, after I finish the edits on the orphan that I've got a new potential home in mind for. I'm an eternal optimist...I can start that new story tomorrow.

Meet Me in St. Louis

320 Mid Rivers Center Drive
St Peters, MO 63376

Though Not Your Mother's Book...On Travel officially was released the last week of March, there's been a glitch. Because Publishing Syndicate has switched printers and obtained a new distributor, the anticipated media blitz has been postponed until sometime next month, and copies will now be going out to contributors this week. I've sold or given some of my personal co-creator copies and a few have sold on Amazon, but so far there's no reviews on Amazon...or anywhere else, for that matter.

It's a curious feeling, like waiting for friends to stage a baby shower weeks after the baby's been born. Sure, the book's on my bedside table, but I've been celebrating its publication kind of all by my lonesome. Like any proud mama, I want others to see my progeny, to coo and ooh and ahh, and enjoy how delightful it is.

Right now I am hoping that's going to happen on Saturday, June 1, in St. Peters, a suburb of St. Louis, Missiouri. Because several contributors to this book live in the St. Louis area, and because I've dedicated it to my old friend and fellow traveler, Kelly C. Presley, who was born and grew up in that city, I'm thrilled to be staging my very first bookstore book signing at Barnes and Noble that afternoon, from 1 to 3.

I'll be joined by four talented authors who are represented in NYMB: On Travel: Sheree Nielsen ("No Bad Juju Allowed"), Sioux Roslawski ("Half Right"), Linda O'Connell ("Ordering A La Carte") and Gregory Lamping ("They Only Come Out at Night"). I can't wait to meet these writers, and to see Kelly's neices and their families once again.

When Kelly returned from Antigua, Guatemala, to his old hometown in the late '90s, to look after his ailing mom there, I was working for the Arkansas Department of Health in Little Rock, just about an hour away from St. Louis by plane. We visited back and forth a few times, and joked about how odd it was to be living so far from where we'd first met, Southern California, and from Central America where we'd worked and travelled together for so many years in the '80s.

I last visited St. Louis when I attended a gathering of Kelly's family not long after he died in 2008. I especially remember sitting in the garden at Elves Manor, swapping stories about Kelly's Peace Corps adventures, his love of Charles Bokowski, and especially, his quirky hunor.

So I'm  anticipating revisiting St. Louis...and reveling in being able to pay tribute to Kelly in his old stomping grounds. June will be busting out all over!

Here's a photo taken of the Presleys in August, 2008. Kelly's three children are at bottom right, Matt leaning on the pillar, with sister Carson adjacent, sister Kim Slaby leaning against the piller behind, and me, behind Kim. Kim called this "One Moment in Time." A memorable one, indeed!

No Fooling...It's April Love!

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April debuted with some interesting literary news. Last week I learned that my stories, "The Valentine's Sweetheart" and "Baby Book Bloopers," originally printed in 2009 in HCI's Ultimate Mom, had been reprinted in a revised version (sans photographs and helpful hints), titled For the Love of Moms. Though I hadn't been contacted to update my bio, when I called HCI, I found I could receive a contributor's copy upon request. It arrived today. It's heartwarming to see these stories in a new book, and to know new readers will be learning about Mama's love of dancing and my eagerness to record my toddler's first complete sentence.

I'd thought that the 75th anthology on the entertainment center would be the one with my name on the cover as co-creator, Not Your Mother's Book...On Travel. I've learned now that it has been delayed for a few weeks because Publishing Syndicate has changed distributors. So For the Love of Moms is the landmark book instead. On the plus side, On Travel, now scheduled to be #76, will arrive before my 76th birthday in late June...probably in the next couple of weeks. And we're still set for a book reading/signing at Barnes & Noble in St. Peters, Missouri, just outside St. Louis, on June 1. At that event I'll be joined by four local contributors, Sheree Nielsen, Sioux Roslawski, Linda O'Connell and Gregory Lamping.

With my editing and promotion responsibilities on hold for a while, I hope to concentrate on writing several new stories. Of course, I always am on the lookout for potential homes for the yet-to-be-published orphans languishing in my file. I'd never consider these stories as rejects, eternally hopeful that I eventually will find an editor eager to adopt them. I take them out, rewrite, polish and send them out to audition again and again. Nonetheless, I'm most rewarded when I remember an incident that I've yet to put into words.

So here's what I'm going to work on this month:

• How I measured out my late husband's final months in my Wednesday's chore of taking out the trash.
• How boogying to disco in a Jacki Sorenson's aerobic dance class saved me from despair in 1980.
• How David Copperfield walked out of the pages of the eponymous Dickens novel and into my life, sweeping me up in a Victorian romance.
• How lasting friendships can be sustained across decades and continents.
• How I once celebrated St. Patrick's Day in Chinatown with too many grasshoppers, despite a warning from a fortune cookie.

No fooling...I plan to get these stories written...and submitted...in April! 

The Gypsy in My Soul

Natty's fur grows shaggy over the winter, as he piles on layers to protect him from freezing during Colville's arctic winters. But now that spring is here, Natty headed for the Pooch Parlor for his lamb cut and dapper bandana.

I'm getting shaggy, too...but not quite ready to trim my locks. Instead I need to find a way to trim my gypsy urges to wander. Though I'm just back from London and Paris, and will be at the University of Oxford in July, I couldn't resist booking a few days in St. Louis to participate in a book signing on June 1 for my first co-created anthology, Not Your Mother's Book: On Travel. Though I'd been the copyeditor on the first three in Publishing Syndicate's new series, On Being a Woman, On Being a Stupid Kid, and On Dogs, in On Travel I worked on primary selection and editing of the stories, and then, with Dahlynn McKowen, shaped them into sequence

Four of the contributors to the book live in the St. Louis area, Sheree Nielsen, Linda O'Connell, Sioux Roslawski and Gregory Lamping. So we'll all gather for a signing/reading on June 1 at Barnes and Noble's bookstore, 320 Mid Rivers Mall Dr., St. Peters, a St. Louis suburb, from 1 to 3.

I've dedicated the book to my late friend, Kelly C. Presley, who shared so many travel adventures with me in the '80s and early '90s. Kelly's brother and nieces and their families live in St. Louis, and I've been invited to stay at Elves Manor, which two of the girls operate, the best B&B in town. So once again I get to indulge my itchy feet and the gypsy in my soul. Poor Natty, though. He'll languish at The End of the Trail kennel for a few days once again, where he'll look properly natty for the benefit of his fellow exiled dogs.

Here's more on Not Your Mother's Book...On Travel.
Not Your Mother's Book...On Travel is an anthology filled with true, first-person travel adventure stories. From the jungles of Central America to the highlands of Africa, from the charms of Europe to the mysteries of North America, from the sacred sites of Asia to the high seas of the Caribbean, these stories will delight and entertain you. Whether you are an armchair traveler or an on-the-road-again adventurer, we invite you to vicariously journey around the world with us. But don’t forget to fasten your seat belt, because you’re guaranteed one hell of a great trip! Not Your Mother's Book is a new anthology for a new century. Series creators Dahlynn and Ken McKowen spent 10 years developing titles for the world's bestselling anthology series prior to launching NYMB. But their series is very different: all NYMB titles are modern, fun and even daring! No sad, sappy or death and dying stories--EVER! Not Your Mother's Book...On Travel is the fourth title in the series. The first hilarious title was NYMB...On Being a Woman, followed by NYMB...On Being a Stupid Kid and NYMB...On Dogs.

A Weekend of Great Expectations

I'd been meaning to treat myself to a day off from the past hectic week of unpacking from my London/Paris adventure, laundering and repacking for a Medical Commission obligation in Olympia, reading Edith Wharton on my Kindle while waiting on standby at Sea Tac, and unpacking and laundering once more. I had solid reasons to celebrate!

 Amazon has released my debut co-creation with Publishing Syndicate: Not Your Mother's Book. . .On Travel, plus I'd whipped up a piece for the firm's monthly Wow Principles newsletter, "Seven Reasons Why Compiling an Anthology is a Trip."

Here's links to these two accomplishments...and, yes, I'm bursting with pride:

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So this Dickens devotee decided to corral her fellow adventurer, Jane Conn, and spend a luxurious day in Spokane, lunching at the Davenport Towers exotic Safari Room and seeing the SpectiCast HD filming of London's West End production of Great Expectations at the Bing Crosby Theater at the Fox.

The Safari Room's 11 am to 2 pm specials, "6 for $6" are still offered, so I savored the curried lentil soup accompanied by a garden salad. Great fare for the price, and just filling enough for someone who is trying to trim down a smidgeon before embarking for England in July. (I'm hoping to fit back in to some summer clothes from a few years back!)

Jane and I were astonished that only a handful of Dickens fans showed up to see the filmed drama. I had expected college English profs and students to crowd in, despite Spokane having become a major sports mecca over the weekend, what with the NCAA and Gonzaga seeded #1 in the west, a major national volleyball tournament plus a hockey game. We had the theater almost to ourselves, but didn't regret the 65 mile drive to town. 

Here's what the critics had to say about this first ever London staging of one of Dickens' most popular novels:

Spectacular Adaptation Translates Spirit and Humanity of Dickens's Classic Novel to the Stage

What you need to know:
A stage version of Charles Dickens's novel Great Expectations has opened at the Vaudeville Theatre in London's West End. Graham McLaren directs Scottish playwright Jo Clifford's adaptation.
Blacksmith's boy Pip is transformed into a London gentleman with the aid of a mysterious benefactor. But even as Pip's fortunes rise, he is haunted by his love for the beautiful, unattainable Estella whom he visited at Miss Havisham's house as a child.
Paul Nivison stars as adult Pip and Paula Wilcox (Chrissie from the 1970s TV hit Man about the House) plays Estella's ghoulish guardian Miss Havisham. Jack Ellis appears as Pip's lawyer Jaggers and Chris Ellison as the convict Magwitch. Runs until 1 June.
What the critics like
Jo Clifford's version of Great Expectations shrugs off the many screen adaptations to create "pure theatre", says Libby Purves in The Times. Clifford wisely drops several strands from the novel, but the heart is there, and "the culmination thrilling".
Graham McLaren's production is "a resounding success," says Tim Walker in the Daily Telegraph. It communicates, in two hours and 20 minutes, "the spirit and humanity of the novel" but also "works as a stand-alone piece of drama".
This Great Expectations is "a spectacular affair", says Tamara Vos for the Londonist. It's a "Tim Burton-esque take" on a classic, with an original score, an onstage fire, and "the set is absolutely stunning".
What they don't like
It's an "inventive" production, but one that "sells Dickens's great novel dismayingly short", says Charles Spencer in the Daily Telegraph. The bones of the story are there and there are "gripping passages" but "the narrative often seems hurried and the characterisation crude".

I found the production absolutely astounding. Then I returned home to watch Gonzaga on TNT try to edge its way into the Sweet Sixteen. I was astounded once again as the Zags fell to Wichita State 76-70. Great expectations dashed for the sweethearts of the Inland Empire!

I cling, though, to my remaining expectations for this weekend. Yes, I have to launder once again...but I have two stories in mind to get written and submitted, and will begin at least one today...perhaps a story on my recent European venture with Jane...she's come up with a title: "Our Greater Journey." And another about waiting at airports through endless cancellations and standbys...and why it pays to have a fully-charged Kindle!

On the Waterfront with NYMB

 Rendezvousing with Pat Nelson at the Budd Bay Cafe

For the past couple of years I've been involved with the launch of a new anthology series, Not Your Mother's Book, by Dahlynn and Ken McKowen of Orangevale, CA. We're a far-flung lot, those of us collaborating on these hilarious collections. There's Laurel McHargue in Leadville, CO, Kathy Baker in Plano, TX, Linda O'Connell in St. Louis, MO, Maggie Lamond Simone in Baldwinsville, NY, Maggie Yee Webb and Nancy Withers not far from Sacramento, CA, and two us in Washington State...but separated by 450 miles and the Cascades.

We're a dauntless tribe, though. So Pat Nelson, who is cocreating the fifth book in the series, On Parenting, drove north from her home in Woodland, WA, to meet me in Olympia, WA, at the waterfront's Budd Bay Cafe for breakfast this past Saturday since I'd been in town for the Washington State Medical Quality Assurance Commission.

On the first three titles, On Women, On Being a Stupid Kid and On Dogs, Pat's served as proofreader, while I've been copy editor. I'm cocreator with Dahlynn and Ken on the fourth title, On Travel, to be released March 26.

Great news, NYMB contributors. Ken, Pat and I have spent the past day or so looking at the manuscript one final time and it goes to the printer this afternoon!

What a joy it was to chat across the table with Pat, who quipped the night before that we'd probably pull out our cell phones at breakfast and communicate via Facebook! We didn't...I don't really text on my little Trac phone...and besides, it was just too much fun to talk with Pat in person.

Both Pat and I are hoping the McKowen's will host a Cinco de Mayo party again this year and we can connect with more of the cocreators in Orangevale!