Naomee The Sensual Senior Monthly Bluster #25 Hashtag? Hashtag? What the HECK is a hashtag, anyway? Hey there, strangers. Where have you been for 7 months? OK, ok. I admit it. I’m the guilty party, 100%. As the old song goes, life got in the way. There IS a song of that title, isn’t there? I digress. I’m Naomee. The sensual Senior. Pammy’s alter ego. And, by the way, Pammy is soooo on the same friggin’ page re the subject of my latest blog. Like WTH? Hashtag? On Trend? A.I? Boomers are dinosaurs? Oh, right. That’s another topic altogether, which I’ll address in a minute. F.Y.I. (an old fashioned hashtagy way of saying something. Similar to L.O.L or OMG!) I’m not hitting on the Sensual cylinder this episode of the “Monthly” Bluster so if you’re here for the juicy, you should maybe click on your next website you follow for the latest news on dildos or the next 50 shades of whatever. Annyvayssssss.. SQUIRREL! I am soooo distracted right now I can’t even stay on topic. I’ll chock it up to… Summertime easy livin’ syndrome. So. Re Pammy and her shared with me # confusion. It IS true she wrote […]
Today I write again.. Can’t tell you how privileged and spoiled I feel to just relax and veg and write at my leisure here this summer of 2018 at AJ’s home. I feel inspired beyond measure. I now have four different friends who are working on writing projects from Novels to screenplays to non fiction to ghost writing and it feels so good to have others in my circle now who GET where I am coming from when I speak of this passion we have inside to create content. Four years ago today It was only a couple months into publish and i had a huge flurry of excited readers who had been waiting for my book to hit the stands/ebook. Here’s one message.. I cannot TELL you what messages like this and many other messages of support over the years mean and MEANT to me as a first-time author at age 65!! It motivated me to carry on with book 2 (which is still in progress and will eventually be a feature film) and the rest of the series, It has inspired me and told me it was all worth it!! Here was the post to me.. ~~ Lisa […]
Today our progeny and their own salute us, revere us ,cherish us, treasure us, thank us for the gift of life and learning to be the humans we have molded them to be.. But today I wish to salute my own flesh and blood and their flesh and blood and tell you I revere you, cherish you, treasure you, love you and thank you for the gift of motherhood.. To the bond of mother and child.. Priceless beyond measure..
When I was little I was full of excited anticipation, All the time, breathless for the future.. My mind was full of visions of a life far beyond the small family farm we were fortunate to be raised and nurtured on.. My dear, precious mother would look in my eyes..and talk to me –without moving her lips– She told me to be.. -Unafraid…of becoming whatever I dreamed of–in each stage of my eternity -Unrestrained..in sharing my love and beliefs–spreading my word and the bits of knowledge and experience I gathered over my lifetime.. And -Unapologetic if I stepped beyond boundaries and over thresholds others thought a woman of my station should ever imagine. What a gift she gave me… Thank you, my Guardian Angel. My precious Mother. For being there–as you are even today… Always THERE..
My beautiful Charlie Sophia is six years old today..Our Friday 13th baby!!! I cannot believe it has gone by so fast and so remember your MOMMA Alana’s massive car ACCIDENT and hospitalization –pregnant nine months–a few days before you were due and then born as she drove to the airport to get me!!!. We were so afraid you were injured but look how perfect you are at a few months old!!!! I ADORE you wee Princess .. Happy 6th Birthday, dear Charlie from Grammy..and to your Momma who has done such a FINE job of raising you to now!! You are a big presence in this world already.. Magic is going to happen in your life.. This I know is true….. Blessings from Grammy..
Naomi the Sensual Senior—Monthly Bluster #24—Christmas. It’s all about the magic. And the vocabulary. Clark Griswald and his Eggnog in a moose punch-glass rant. Elves (especially Buddy and his elevator ride) Candy canes, cracked walnuts and turkey dinner with the fixin’s. The CHRISTMAS Concert ticket conundrum—WHO gets one? Stockings in a row on the mantel. Sparkes and twinkly glitter-EVERYWHERE. ‘T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house. Sleigh bells. Carols that are not a given name. Frankincense, baby in a manger, the star. Themey wreaths, tinsel swallowed by the cat and the best lightshow in the country contests on T.L.C. Sugar Plum fairy songs chiming out from cell phones in the grocery store lineups. Carrots for Rudolph and all her gal companions sit alongside scratch tickets for stockings in those hard to find carts. Smiley faces, everywhere. “I’ll be home for Christmas—if only in my dreams” on the car radio, making us all teary eyed and nostalgic with memories of past years. NOSTALGIA! TRADITIONS! CHRISTMAS VOCABULARY used only once a year! Where all these words prompt faster heartbeats, bring grins to our lips. Words used over and over for weeks. But for these weeks, we never tire of […]
Mom–THIS is what it was like for you and I.. For I remember… My first memories are of you holding me during Hurricane Hazel–singing to me and tickling me-to make me laugh… Farther down of you milking Bossy the cow and squirting me with warm milk–making me laugh… I remember you letting me stand on a chair and showing me how to peel potatoes–and hold the mixer to make cake batter– Jump to age 13 when i got braces and you made me green peppers stuffed with cottage cheese and other special lunches just for me– Then me as a mid teen when we used to sit on your bed on Sundays and read novels together…. And then how you helped me on my wedding day by throwing a grand soirée at the farm for the reception. .. And then how OROUD you were of me when your grandson, my first son, child of your child, come to us From there it was woman to woman—for you gave me that respect.. And I finally felt sooo grown up.. Until I was 29…you, only 49…and then you were gone.. Mothermurder Thank you–for being you… Your Pammy….Your J…
“Incredulously” Who could have known? Who could have guessed? Who could ever think that the most important soul to us ALL would be taken in violent murder in five days, those many years ago? 1978! Self-same day as the |Jonestown Massacre. Who could believe, if someone said it was coming, that the one who we all assume will be there for us ’til our own end will, instead, be stolen? Wouldn’t we all pooh-pooh it if we thought that Gramma would never again bake her famous cookies for your kids.. spoil them rotten with her devoted love of them? Who could imagine she would never again gladly provide an ear, a non-judgemental ear for you in the middle of the night when you just ..needed her? I couldn’t.. But it happened.. Pamela.. 13/11/15 post script–My precious Momma was 49..I had just turned 29, 12 days before her death.
I REALIZE YOU CAN’T like THIS POEM- PER SAY– But I MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF AND TO HER TO HONOUR MY MOTHER every November 1st —AND HER LIFE AND UNTIMELY DEATH when she was only 49–me 29–IN words–as a writer and poet…. I know my siblings feel the same.. ALL I CAN ADD IS THIS.. WE DON’T Always get along with our moms..but— we must never take the lady who birthed us for granted.. or disregard her– or fail to love and cherish her.. For we never know how or when she will leave our lives forever… ~~~November –The Trickster Oh, November. You are back. The month of oxymoron and counterfeit happiness. Oh, yes I well remember the giddiness of it all when I was a kid; all pig-tailed, naive excitement. Childish dreams painted pictures in my fertile mind then, those decades ago. Dreams of the MOST fabulous gift ever in THIS birthday.. for FABULOUS was my word of the month when I was, say nine on this day. November 1st. My middle-brother and I share this month, birthday-wise. But he was and is such a giving soul That he always let me be singular in my cake selection. […]
On top of striving to be happy each day, this lady begins each 24 with intent, focusing on filling those hours I am allotted in the pursuit of such as you see in this status…… Love, Grace and Gratitude. Such a simple quest, oui? The pursuit of constant daily happiness. It seems so easy. Life, however, presents its argument in ALL our lives. None of us is immune. It is how we handle it that counts. Perhaps we should all take ourselves TO that happy place–rather than waiting for it to come to us. Starting at 10 A.M. July 14, 2017, this quest begins anew. As it will on July 15th..And the 16th.. How fortunate I am to have had a mother who taught me this profound truth. Since the dawn of recognition of self and a purpose in living at age 7, because OF HER GIFT I have always had intent and focus on that end from the moment I arise each day. Usually, SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE, I find it to some degree, if only in tiny miracles and unexpected places. In my existence, I have grown to expect serendipity.. Life and all it’s foibles and pitfalls is ours to […]