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When Life Throws You Curves…Christ is Our Hope Magazine Article

Did we ever imagine that in 2021, we’d be living through a pandemic, new President and administration, rising inflation, sky-rocking housing prices, a virus, a vaccine, Critical Race Theory, “now hiring” job posts, and plenty of  other worldly happenings?

I can’t say I was blind-sided, but as humans we tend to stay in our comfort zones while the world turns on its axis.  But through anything in life, one must be prepared to swerve  when life throws you curves. So, it was no coincidence that I set out on a journey before 2020, so that I could be readied for what God had in store for me.  And, I was fortunate enough to share this in an article through Christ is Our Hope Magazine. I thank Carlos Briceno, editor of the magazine for giving me this platform to share God’s workings and His inspiring Word in my life.

Click here and stay awhile. You just might be encouraged too.

Until next time…

Be well. Be safe. Be happy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

References:

When Life Throws You Curves, You Learn to Swerve | Diocese of Joliet (christisourhope.org)

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Where’s Your Somewhere Over The Rainbow?

One of my favorite childhood movies was The Wizard of Oz. It premiered in 1939.

The Wizard of Oz is about a girl from Kansas named Dorothy Gale, who gets taken by a tornado to Oz, a magical land, and is trying to get back home. On the long journey to the Emerald City to find a “Wizard” who can help her return, Dorothy and her dog, Toto, meet three very interesting characters. A Scarecrow who wishes he had brains; a Tin Man who longs for a heart; and a Lion seeking courage. They face many trials along their route, The Yellow Brick Road, but they overcome them because of the Scarecrow’s good sense, the Tin Man’s kindness, and the bravery of the Lion.

The moral of The Wizard of Oz is to find your own way in life, but be prepared for challenges and obstacles along the way. It touches upon the importance of finding good and supportive friends because if you get in the wrong group, there are evil people that can get in your way.

While researching The Wizard of Oz movie, I was shocked to learn that behind the scenes, the producers of the MGM company were especially cruel to Judy Garland during the making of the movie and that she suffered grueling filming schedules, was forced to diet, given amphetamines, and according to biographer Gerald Clarke, was molested by MGM studio boss Louis B. Mayer.

The other day I found the movie, Judy, on Amazon Prime, starring Renée Zellweger who played Judy Garland.

The film is a dramatic story about the later years of the American singer and actress, specifically in 1969, as she arrived in London for a run of sell-out concerts at the “Talk of the Town” theater. The movie unfolds over a six week period in 1968 and 1969 about Judy’s final performances. It shows flashbacks to her early years on the set of Oz, revealing some of the abuse she endured, and then flashes forward to her London life, and how she continued to be dependent on the substances that she’d been taking for a better portion of her life.

What I learned about this beloved entertainer was eye-opening. Famous as she was in her career, she struggled with addiction, had several failed marriages, enormous debt, and so much instability in her life. All that culminating into a downward spiral based on insecurities and addictions amidst the beautiful love, support, and adoration of her fans.

The movie left me with such sadness on how addiction took over this talented and broken person and how the dependencies ultimately destroyed her. It also showed Ms. Garland’s vulnerability for fame and accolades.

It’s no different today. We are constantly searching for the next “high”. Whether it’s gaming, drinking, extreme sports, etc. We expect our internet to work at lightning speed, and fast food to be, well, made and boxed really, really fast.

It makes me wonder what can we do to change these cultural and societal expectations? Can we ever slow down? Stop the pressures? Smell the roses along the way? I don’t have the answers to that. Do you?

My latest Inspirational fiction, She Made It Matter, follows a mother of two who is plagued by traumatic childhood circumstances, and she also, falls into addiction. It’s a redemptive story on the importance of believing in your self-worth, forgiving your past, and starting anew.

I only wished Judy Garland could have used the brains, heart, and courage to fight her addictions and make peace with her past.

I watched the video of Ms. Garland singing “Over the Rainbow”. And then I read the lyrics—words almost foreshadowing a young girl’s cry for happiness.

Someday I’ll wish upon an star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

When all the clouds are a hopeless jumble
And the raindrops tumble to the ground
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
There’s a rainbow highway to be found

Leading from your window pane
To a place beyond the sun
Just a step behind the rain

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Behind me where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly…
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?

Solo saxophone

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly…
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

Well, you’re over the rainbow now, Ms. Judy Garland. I hope and pray you’ve found your rest.

If you or someone you know is suffering from alcohol and drug addiction, please contact AA, and GET HELP!!!!

YOU ARE WORTHY. YOU ARE HERE FOR A PURPOSE. YOU MEAN SOMETHING TO THOSE AROUND YOU.  YOU ARE MEANT FOR MORE. YOU ARE LOVED.

The Drink or the Pen?

Are you a writer because you drink? Or, are you a drinker because you write? Do these two sentences say the same thing, or are they different? Hmmm…  Now that is the question.

I found this book at my local library and perused the contents. It is very interesting and has great drink recipes from famous authors, poets, and playwrights on what they drank while perfecting their profession.  Check it out…

I consider myself a decent cook, but I can’t bake for nothing. My chocolate chip cookies come out like communion wafers, my muffins come out like ballooned portabella mushrooms, and any boxed cake I try to bake, turns out like runny glue, if of course there is such a thing as runny glue.

But, experimenting with alcohol recipes, well, now were talking. No, I’m not an alcoholic, but being Italian, I grew up drinking wine during meal time. And, I often helped my dad and uncle make homemade wine every October. It was hard work pressing the grapes into juice in our “spotless” garage. Spotless you ask? Of course! You can’t make wine in a dirty and cluttered garage. We had to wash the cement floor with soap and water prior to setting up our tools and machine to squeeze the grapes. There’s no fooling around in our house when it came to winemaking.

Our family wine-making days are over, my father is too old. I do miss the good ol’ days that’s for sure. But now, there are so many different ways of making wine. I’ve included a few links below if you’re curious.

How to Make Homemade Wine: 13 Steps (with Pictures) – wikiHow

Winemaking – Wikipedia

Homemade Italian Wine – How to make wine at home from grapes without yeast and sugar – Bing video

Homemade Italian Wine – YouTube

As I’ve gotten older, my tastes have matured. I still love wine for dinner, but I also enjoy whiskeys and bourbons.

All bourbon is whiskey, but not all whiskey is bourbon.

So, what’s the difference between the two? Find out for yourself:

Bourbon vs. Whiskey: What’s the Difference? | Taste of Home

What’s the Difference Between Bourbon and Whiskey? | Southern Living

The difference between rye, bourbon, and scotch – Bing video

Is there a correlation between libations and writing? In my humble opinion, no.  It seems that writers have been associated with drinking alcohol for centuries. In fact, Ernest Hemingway said it best…

I don’t need alcohol to write. In fact, I prefer water. There are days or nights while editing that I might have a cocktail to help ease the tension of correcting my writing. I’ve only been in a euphoric zone of writing on a few occasions, and that’s hard to do. What is “euphoric zone”? It’s my made up term for when you have those crazy, haunting ideas swelling your brain, and then you’re trying to write those thoughts down as fast as you can without losing it. It’s a glorious feeling when it has happened; I’m so immersed into what I’m writing that I can’t stop. Its’ heart beating and exhilarating—that’s Euphoric Zone.

My advice to you for when ideas hit so strong, is to park your butt in a seat and write, type, or dictate. Otherwise, the ideas will disappear.

As for making drinks, I’ve seem to have perfected the “Art of Making Limoncello”. At least that’s what my family and friends tell me. It’s an Italian liquor made from lemon zest; a drink served before or after a meal to aid in digestion. I’ve been making it for years and even documented the process. Click below for my three-part Limoncello-making series.

Part 1: A Writer’s Adventure to Making Homemade Limoncello

Part 2: The Mid-Process Peek. A Writer’s Adventure to Making Homemade Limoncello

Part 3: Reaping What You Sow. A Writer’s Adventure to Making Homemade Limoncello

Here are a few other links to making Limoncello:

What Is Limoncello and How Is It Made?  | MyRecipes

What Is Limoncello & How To Drink Italian Limoncello (bespokeunit.com)

So, I may not have the gift of baking, but I can surely make you a drink.

 

Until next time friends, cheers! Be responsible.

 

The Fascination with Curious George

Curiosity is the very basis of education and if you tell me that curiosity killed the cat, I say only the cat died nobly.

~~Arnold Edinborough

Yesterday, I watched Curious George’s “Swing into Spring” TV special with my eight-year-old daughter. We’ve seen the special plenty of times before, and always found it hilarious.

If you don’t know about the show, here’s a quick synopsis: The Man with the Yellow Hat is sure that George has spring fever, and so he takes him to the park to experience all the wonders of spring. George is so excited about spring that he wants his dog friend Hundley, to have spring fever too, but Hundley and the Doorman are busy trying to win the Mayor’s spring cleaning prize. When a broken water pipe floods the building, Hundley has to stay with George in the country, and he tries to make sure Hundley enjoys spring.

As we giggled at George’s silliness, I got to thinking about this little monkey and why I liked him so much. He’s very cute, but the Curious George shows are about a mischievous monkey on sordid adventures and comical mishaps that The Man with the Yellow Hat has to rescue him from or fix the situationall the time. If that was my monkey, boy, oh boy, he would be in trouble and put in a very long time out.

What’s unusual is that a human has a monkey for a pet. Sure, people have had alligators, pigs, and dangerous snakes as pets, so what if a cartoon character is raising a monkey? At this I say, build him/her a zoo and keep those animals in their own habitats. The Man with the Yellow Hat lives in a New York City apartment of all places, and a country home near a lake called Lake Wanasinklake, but he still has living quarters meant for man, not animal.

Okay, I’m getting too literal. I must remember that we are talking about a cartoon.

Watching many of the Curious George’s shows I found that the spirited monkey has many interesting and entertaining ventures. He is constantly befriending strangers, is able to communicate with people who don’t speak English, talks to a dog named Hundley, who is a “dog doorman,” has a cool best friend named Bill, who teaches him about fishing and ghost stories, chases a squirrel named Jumpy Squirrel, and little George is so smart that he can hang with the professors at the museum where The Man with the Yellow Hat works.

Up until ten years ago, I never watched one episode or read any of the books by H.A. Rey and Margret Rey. I had no reason to. However, thankfully that changed, and in the last decade I’ve binged on so many of the Curious George television shows, admiring the unfettered monkey and all his crazy escapades. I’ll admit there is something beautiful in seeing the vulnerability and inquisitiveness of a character whose joy comes from discovering new things.

Yes, we all know little George got himself in lots of trouble. How about when he flooded the country home with water, or changed up the soup ingredients because he couldn’t find the vegetables The Man with the Yellow Hat had written down for him, or when George went up in a rocket and becomes the world’s first monkey to go into space. In those episodes and others, his pet owner always accepted George’s curiosity without being harsh or mean-spirited.

And, speaking of The Man with the Yellow Hat, how many of you know his name? He has remained nameless, only recognizable by his BIG YELLOW HAT. I did some research and discovered his name was actually Ted Shackleford. I liked him too, his unruffled demeanor, and his ability to explain things in an understanding way.

Having considered all this, my interest was piqued on the authors of Curious George—a husband and wife team named H.A. Rey and Margret Rey.

It turns out the couple were German-born Jews who fled Paris, France just before Germany took over the country in 1940. With two home-made bicycles, a few belongings, and a manuscript about an inquisitive monkey, they escaped to Lisbon, Portugal where they got on a ship, and eventually crossed over to the United States.

Did you know that the monkey’s original name was Fifi? The first book written by the Reys was titled: Cecily G. and the Nine Monkeys” and it was published in France in 1939. In 1941, when the Reys went to publish their book through Houghton Mifflin on a story about a monkey…the publisher thought “Fifi” was an odd name for a male monkey, later changing it to Curious George.

Did you also know that Mr. and Mrs. Rey’s first American published book was simply titled: “Curious George,” a story about a man (The Man with the Yellow Hat) who traveled to Africa to capture a monkey and bring him to a zoo in New York City? PETA (People for Ethical Treatment of Animals) would be all over this story if this happened in real life.

If this hasn’t gotten you curious yet, how about this…Watching the Curious George TV shows and reading the books help children ages 4-7 increase their math and science skills? Read more about it here.

Seven original Curious George titles were written by the Reys, plus the “Cecily G. and the Nine Monkeys” book.  See the list here. Their books have sold over 25 million copies worldwide.

In the early 1980s the books were turned into a television series so a wider audience could enjoy them. A new Curious George series debuted on September 4th 2006 on PBS Kids as part of the PBS Kids Preschool Block. Although Curious George ended its original run on April 1st., 2015, the series still airs on PBS Kids through reruns.

With the exception of the Cecily G. and the Nine Monkeysbook, I’ve read all seven of the tales and don’t have any favorites because I truly love them all. Click here for the list of books.

However, I do have many favorite TV episodes. Check them out below:

A Halloween Boo Fest

A Very Monkey Christmas

No Knowing Gnocchi with Chef Pisghetti

Auctioneer George

Curious George Sounds Off

School of Dance

Windmill Monkey

Meet the New Neighbors

Well done, George

Something New Under the Sun

The Perfect Carrot

Old McGeorgie had a Farm

The Magic Garden

Up, Up, and Away

For a complete list of all the TV episodes, click here.

I’ll never grow old watching the Curious George shows. I think it is safe to say that my daughter will agree. We bond, laugh at George’s pranks, and relax for family time. I think the two biggest takeaways/ lessons from Curious George are never to rush and judge, and to always forgive—important traits we need to work on in today’s world.

To read more about the Mr. and Mrs. Rey, check out this treasure: “The Journey That Saved Curious George: The True Wartime Escape of Margret and H.A. Rey

Until next time…Be curious.

References

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curious_George#”Original_Adventures

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curious_George_(book)

http://www.curiousgeorge.com/

https://www.kidsbookseries.com/curious-george-original-adventures/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Curious_George_episodes

http://www.tv.com/shows/curious-george/

https://www.newyorker.com/business/currency/curious-george-learns-about-brand-recognition

https://www.kelseymedeiros.com/braking-down/the-curious-case-of-curious-george

https://www.reddit.com/r/FanTheories/comments/10rzyr/a_unifying_theory_of_curious_george_with_an/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hm09dAsynAs

https://therealworldwilmington.wordpress.com/2011/02/23/the-awful-truth-about-curious-george/

http://thefederalist.com/2017/01/02/story-curious-georges-great-escape-nazis/

https://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/13/books/how-curious-george-escaped-the-nazis.html

“Mom and Pop” Bookstores – Rare Gems

I almost passed it up driving south on Oak toward downtown Bartlett. Turning back, I pulled onto a blacktop drive and parked in front of the Bartlett Coin Shop.

The Booklady’s Book Attic was situated on the corner of a house which was also occupied by a women’s fashion boutique, Little Shop on Oak.

At the entrance, I hesitated a bit before turning the knob. You see, I’m a sucker for bookstores and even though I couldn’t resist going in, there was this exciting apprehension surging through my body of discovering the unknown behind the steel-framed door.

When I pulled open the door, a long, brown staircase greeted me. To the right, stood a black rolling cart with numerous books, all organized by height. A colorful sign announced that the books were $1.00 each. On my left, there was a bronze stand with three rows of books. These were the free copies.


 

 

 

I placed my booted shoe on the first step. It creaked as I began my ascent up the stairs. The walls were painted an egg-shell white, and brightly colored sticky notes of testimonials and customer signatures, provided a warm accent in the vestibule.

At the first landing, hand-crafted fishing signs hung from the wall. And, when I reached the top floor, a small, dark brown and beige-topped wooden desk stood in front of crowded shelves of books, toy figurines, and store advertisements.

The surroundings felt familiar and homey to me. Having worked at a Barnes and Noble bookstore, the smell of wood, leather, and cardboard boxes filled my senses. A radio played light rock music in the background.

My heart began to beat with excitement. This was my territory. Books, books, and books.

A memory suddenly materialized in my mind. It was the summer of 2002, and my husband and I had taken a long weekend vacation to San Francisco. While exploring Fisherman’s Wharf, we ended up walking onto Columbus Ave. to experience the many Italian restaurants and sit “al fresco” for a double-shot of espresso. Dizzy from people-watching, we continued our trek further up Columbus where we happened to stumble upon a bookstore called City Lights Booksellers & Publishers.

Strolling into the retailer, it was as if I had been transported to another time period—a very different time. This bookstore has been a literary meeting place since 1953. City Lights is a landmark general bookstore, internationally known for its expert selection of books and for its commitment to free intellectual inquiry.

I later researched City Lights. It was founded by poet/author, Laurence Ferlinghetti and Peter D. Martin (who left two years later). Mr. Ferlinghetti is the author of many works, including, poetry, translations, fiction, theatre, art criticism, and film narration, but his most famous written work was “A Coney Island of the Mind”—a collection of poetry published in 1958.

City Lights also became a famous hangout for many authors but especially Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs who frequented the establishment and started what became the “Beat Generation”. City Lights has also been named as one of the top ten independent bookstores in America.

The floors were worn and uneven, the air was dusty and I must have sneezed at least twenty times, but the place was filled with the most eccentric/eclectic books I have ever thumbed through. I shivered with pleasure.

Ah yes, when I close my eyes, I can still picture the dust particles dancing in the air.

But, I digress. Back at the Booklady’s Book Attic, my eyes glanced about, taking in this little book store in what resembled an oversized attic, hence the name.


 

 

 

There was so much to see, I didn’t know where to look first. And, I have to admit, I was the experiencing the same exhilaration of City Lights—beating heart and sweaty palms, and mind you, I hadn’t even browsed any of the books.

The cluttered hallway beckoned me. There were stacks of books: books on the floor, books in boxes, and books in different color bags.

The Proprietor, Ms. Pam, enthusiastically greeted me. We got to chatting. I told her about my published books. Pam is also a great supporter of all local writers. Thank you, Pam!

 

 

Here we are pictured together…

She’s been at this location for about two years. Previously, this space was formerly occupied by accountants, contractors, a flooring business, and meeting room rentals. However, prior to the various businesses, this property has had some history of its own. According to Pam and a little investigating on my own (watch out Magnum P.I.), this “house” currently located at 138 S. Oak was once referred to as Block 2, lot 9-10.

Thanks to the Bartlett History Museum, here’s an abbreviated rundown of some its history…

  • In 1874, the very first owners, Mr. and Mrs. John Carr bought the property and they build a home. This property was part of the original 40 acres that established Bartlett in 1873. Sometime later, Mr. Carr builds another home on the same lot. So, the house that stands there today is not the original one that the Carrs first built.
  • The Carrs eventually move to Aurora.
  • Lots 9-10 change ownership back and forth from 1883 to 1893.
  • In 1893, the Carrs sell the lots 9-10 to Mr. Louis Stumpf for $1,800.
  • In 1918, Mr. Stumpf sells his lot to Mr. August Schick for $3,600.
  • In 1921, Mr. Schick sells lots 9-10 to Mr. Fred Brandt. No info on how much it was sold for. And, because house numbers didn’t exist at that time, it is still unclear if lots 9-10 is 138 S. Oak, where the bookstore and boutique are currently located.
  • According to a 1930 census, it showed the Brandts are living elsewhere.
  • In June of 1977, the property was zoned for commercial and since then, has been home to many businesses.

Caption: Here’s a picture of the Stumpf family. Historical information and image provided by the Bartlett History Museum, Bartlett, IL. To learn more about Bartlett history visit, go to: www.villageofbartlettmuseums.org.

 

 

But, now it is Pam’s book haven. She is a connoisseur of novel genres who is putting her imprint on her own history and preserving a dying brick and mortar business of bookselling.

The floor creaks; it’s pretty tight—watch for the angled/sloping ceilings. There are secret doors, and maybe even some ghosts lurking around—ask Pam about “Mr. Poe”.

Above all else, there are books for all ages with shelves overflowing with stories that defy time. So many classics; new and old, and forgotten books, to peruse and enjoy. This place is for the book enthusiast….

Just read what some of the patrons have said about the Booklady’s Book Attic from her Facebook page (see link below under References).

The testimonials themselves speak volumes as to the care that Ms. Pam has taken for every author’s written word.

This store is everything I would want and more! Great service, awesome selection, great prices, and Pam gives back and helps others. I will always support someone with a heart like hers!

I finally stopped in at the BookLady’s Book Attic after driving past it everyday on my way to work. What an amazing shop!! A great selection of books that should appeal to everyone! I was particularly impressed by the large and interesting collection of children’s and young adult books. Pam is super friendly and was really great to talk to. I can’t wait to visit again!

Truly a charming and must-see little shop in downtown Bartlett. There are a wide variety of books in all genres and for all-ages available, all in perfect shape and at rock-bottom prices. The owner is probably one of the most friendly people you will ever meet.

This place is amazing!! I feel in love from the moment I walked in, I was in book heaven!!!  Pam is super friendly and so easy to approach. My girls loved getting all their new books and can’t wait to go back.”

I hope you get to visit this place. If so, tell Pam I sent you.

Booklady’s Book Attic

138 S. Oak Ave.

Bartlett, IL.

 

Until next time…

Be well. Be safe. Be happy.

To Drama or Not to Drama?

 

To Drama, or not to Drama?

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I just finished reading the book, The Giver, by Lois Lowry. I don’t usually read YA books, but this story caught my attention when I recently saw the movie trailer.

It’s an interesting story about a boy who lives in a community where “sameness” is a way of life. There is no color, no inequity, no wars, no differences, and no feelings or memories. Life is the same, each and every day until the boy is assigned a job as a receiver and holder of memories past. As the story unfolds, he begins to question life in his community, desiring and appreciating the memories and feelings he’s receiving. Love being the most important of all.

I truly enjoyed the story. It’s not action-packed, or gruesome, but rather introspective. As Lowry said, “quiet.” There is tension, but it’s internal, and there is no accelerated drama.

It got me thinking about writing as a whole. There are those that claim each story needs to have a story or narrative arc, climax, anti-climax, plot, structure, subplots, and on and on, it goes.

Life can definitely mimic books. Imagination is a powerful tool. When tapped into, fruitful stories abound. Ever wonder what life would be like without imagination or memory for that matter. It would be boring, without drama.

Life should dramatic. As country artist, Keith Urban sings, “I just want a little bit of everything….”

I guess when it comes to books, readers just want that too. Something to get lost in. And that, should be enough for a writer to write.

Until next time…

Be well. Be safe. Be happy.

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