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Be exceptional. It’s FREE!!

Exceptional lives evolve continually. I believe this. Choose to Live Life LARGE and exceptionally…Today. Don’t you agree that it makes no matter, our age, whether 20, 40, 60..or more? Catherine R. Cady just turned 75 on Saturday and she is even more awesome now than she was in her 50’s..even though her life has evolved. Carolyn Turi Gallant Short just celebrated her 70th yesterday and she is SURROUNDED by beloveds. Two fabulous ladies that mean the world to me. Exceptional needs and wants change yearly, sometimes, monthly. Sometimes daily. Hourly. It is being AWARE that counts! To define and set priorities. Then focus. Then make things HAPPEN! Exceptional goals never remain static, aspirations continue to build, dreams ever-expanding, like a tapestry in your mind.. Never fear treading this unbeaten path. Be authentic in what is important to YOU!! Make no excuses to yourself or anyone else for that matter. Apologize to no soul for your fearlessness. Be tenacious. Be assumptive. Hold back nothing of yourself. For if you do, it is only YOU holding you back from this exceptional life.. Trust me. If you are thinking it, it is in you. It costs NOTHING to be exceptional…It is FREE! Dig […]

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Boomers vs Millennials- A LOT scarier than Mars vs Venus

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 […]

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Readers are EXCITED!!

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 […]

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17 YEARS CANCER FREE!

Last chemo! May 29, 2001 in Halifax, Nova Scotia It seems like yesterday…In Halifax…9 months and three surgeries with the fight..and a follow up heart attack… I was too shell shocked to celebrate this final poison cocktail for that’s how you live when you are fighting cancer..Shell shocked. But HERE I AM, my loves.. Alive. Kicking. and thriving…. And ready to start my next 17 years cancer free!!!!

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Be unafraid, unrestrained and unapolegetic…

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..

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5 STAR REVIEW!!!

Author Pamela Lee’s testimony speaks for hundreds and thousands of women all over the world. Will this down-toearth, caring, kindhearted maiden’s future be “filled with love? Or filled with unspeakable despair?” The Highest Mountain; the Deepest Valley The Void of a Broken Heart The picture-perfect family. It’s one of the most desired, attainable, and ideal images conceivable to the human heart and spirit, with many of us dreaming and fantasizing of establishing our own family someday. Just like Annie Magyar. This piercing and emotive autobiography unfolds the many diverse chapters of Author Pamela Lee’s eventful and gripping story, with Annie Magyar, the main character, representing the author. As a youngling, Annie lives blanketed in unadulterated love, happy and content with an abundance of compassion, and securely nestled in the safety of principle, nourishment, family, and tradition. Immediately, it’s easy to interpret that she (who also goes by the name ‘Annie’; ‘Anna Belle’, ‘Anna Lee’ and ‘J’ throughout the story) is indeed a spirited leader with a genuine, zealous will to live life happy, and to the fullest degree! In the beginning, Author Lee efficiently exemplifies the natural “infectious” internal light little Annie possesses by recapping the earlier years of her […]

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Poetry

The loss of a mother can never be replaced…..

“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.

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Collateral damage on ths shores of Halifax Harbour.

In Remembrance Collateral Damage on the shores of the Halifax Harbour They felt safe from the war, here at home on the shores of Halifax Harbour. Mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers, teachers and preachers; left behind when the boys of Nova Scotia crossed over the pond from Pier 21. As did the sons from other harbours. From Musquodoboit to Sydney. Lunenburg to Digby. They came. Boys. Vital, virile young men. Not yet sculpting the life they were destined to make for their eternity. Some hadn’t spilled blood shaving. They spilled it instead on Flanders Fields. With troops ships anchored row upon row, down harbour in the Bedford Basin, awaiting their next load of “My Soldier” men, and long snaking trains bringing sons and brothers from across the land, the unthinkable happened one day in December to thousands upon thousands of those mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, teachers and preachers of the boys of Nova Scotia, who thought they were safe at home on the shores of Halifax Harbour. They watched from their windows, not knowing the danger, in awe of the scene. They watched from the Mi’kmaq village in Tufts Cove, All to be lost. A tsunami. […]

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November–my oxymoranic month…

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. […]

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The gift of Grace..

I am not a Catholic but I AM a spiritual one. And I believe. Back in October, 2006, as I began to write Call me J and the Holy Snappin’! series, the soul that I am began to take shape before my eyes (having not really thought much about who I am before I laid me out on paper in this roman a clef.) I realized then that this status I have shared today is a TRUTH. The more we have to fight the good fight, do the right thing and struggle with despair and the human condition. ..the more grace, the more we step-up to the plate to maintain equilibrium. I have several in my tighter circle who are in, uneasy circumstances, shall we say, as I myself seem to be in more often than not. So I feel particularly close to these special-to-me ones as I type this Friday morning in the wind down of summer, 2017. Life itself is a struggle for ALL of us. It is all about trial and error. It is all about accepting the fact that we are not perfect and we continue building and RE building as we go. I an grateful […]

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