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Saturday, February 2, 2013


I am left-handed. Years ago I looked up the word sinister, from the French sinistre or LEFT-HANDED! That's right, the definition of left-handed comes from the French for evil. That did not do much to make me feel good.

In public schools, left-handers all had to deal with modern desks created for right-handed students. And we were taught to bat rightie, golf rightie and play tennis rightie. Wasn't being leftie ever going to be good? 

I am in good company because lots of famous people are left-handed. Here are a few:

Left handed presidents
Left-Handed U.S. Presidents
James A. Garfield  20th
Herbert Hoover   31st
Harry S. Truman   33rd
Gerald Ford  38th
Ronald Reagan  40th
George H.W. Bush  41st
Bill Clinton  42nd
Barack Obama  44th 
Left Handed Characters from my books
Callie Richards, Now and Forever series
  Captain Danny Maine, Now and Forever 2
                     Chaz Duncan, If I Loved You
                     Mindy Winslow - Under the Midnight Moon.  

 Left handed Authors
James Baldwin, novelist
Bet Bowen, horror novelist
Peter Benchley, novelist
Lewis Carroll
Richard Condon, novelist
Jean Genet
Marshall McLuhan
Diane Paul
Helen Hooven Santmyer, novelist
Viktoria Stefanov
Samuel C. Warner (?), poet
H.G. Wells
Jessamyn West
Eudora Welty

Left-Handed Actors
Dan Aykroyd
Tim Allen
Matthew Broderick
Bruce Boxleitner
Carol Burnett
Keith Carradine
Charlie Chaplin
George Gobel, comedian
Chuck Conners
Tom Cruise
Quinn Cummings
Matt Dillon Robert DeNiro
Fran Drescher, comedian
Richard Dreyfuss
Peter Fonda
Greta Garbo
Whoopie Goldberg

Betty Grable
Cary Grant
Peter Graves
Mark Hamill
Rex Harrison
Goldie Hawn
Kermit the Frog
Rock Hudson
Angelina Jolie
Diane Keaton Nicole Kidman
Lisa Kudrow
Howie Mandel, comedian Marilyn Monroe Sarah Jessica Parker
Anthony Perkins
Ron Perlman
Luke Perry
Robert Redford
Keanu Reeves
Don Rickles, comedian
Julia Roberts
Mickey Rourke
Jerry Seinfeld, comedian

Slyvester Stallone ? Emma Thompson
Rip Torn
Wil Wheaton
Bruce Willis
Oprah Winfrey


Monday, January 28, 2013


Welcome! Thanks for visiting today. This story is be part of a Christmas 2013 book called, FINDING LOVE IN SANTA'S THRIFT SHOP:
She knew that being in the same small town with Will Benson wasn’t going to be easy. He had moved on but had she? The mask of anger his face became when she was around made her sad. His cold rejection of even polite conversation with her hurt deeply. Where’s the Will I knew and loved?   
 His obvious dislike of her hardened her resolve to sell the little house she had bought and go back to New York City.

Gotta change the sign while it's still light out.She dragged the heavy wooden sign, Santa's Thrift Shop, outside then the step ladder. There were two big hooks on the building and two heavy duty loops on the sign. She tried to lift it and felt a pull. Shit! Her hand instinctively went to rub her back.The sound of a car door slamming caught her attention.

“Gimme that,” Will said, grabbing the sign.  

“I can do it.”

“No you can’t.” He shoved her away gently. The touch of his gloved hand on her arm made her tingle. I haven’t moved on. She bumped up against him for a moment and his arm went around her waist to steady her. For a second she closed her eyes and imagined this was a real embrace. A smile stole across her face.

When she opened her eyes, Will stood staring at her, the angry mask melted away. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. She recognized the man who had once loved her. Neither spoke or moved.

Nervously, Giselle ran her tongue over her bottom lip drawing his gaze to her mouth. A hungry look flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by the return of the angry mask. He dropped his hand as if she were on fire.

“People are counting on this,” he mumbled as he lifted the sign easily then stepped up on the ladder. She moved toward the ladder, but backed away when he barked, “I don’t need your help.”

Will hooked the sign on the proper hooks and came down the ladder.

“Thank you,” she said, awkwardly offering her hand.

“I didn’t do it for you. Did it for the kids.” Ignoring her hand, he turned and was off before she could answer. 
 Pain welled up in her chest. Tears stung her eyes until they blinded her. There was no place to run, no strong shoulder to lean on or lap to hide in. With her back up against the door, she slid down to the floor, her head in her hands and sobbed.

Snippets from my two new books: IF I LOVED YOU (spicy contemporary)
“You’re having dinner with him? Oh my God. I’m stuck in Delaware while you’re going out with Chaz Duncan!” Her sister-in-law, Penny, moaned on the other end of the phone Thursday night.
Mark grabbed the phone. “No hanky-panky with Dunc, Meg.”
“It’s business, Mark.”
“Yeah, right, business…” he snickered.

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UNDER THE MIDNIGHT MOON  (sweet contemporary)
“How’s the single life up here…or is that too personal?” Embarrassment at her bold question brought pink to her cheeks. Even more beautiful when she blushes.
“It stinks. We sure don’t have women up here who look like you,” he blurted out. Idiot! Shut the hell up. Smooth, real smooth. Why don’t you just ask her to take off her clothes and lie on the floor? Jerk! 

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