Have you seen the commercial of a man’s band; guitar, drums, banjos, etc.? They are playing, singing happily and in general acting silly about Viagra? Saying– Viva Viagra.
Ain’t gonna happen, never will . . .
I’ll tell you what a guy may be thinking. Of course based not on personal experience, but what other fellows have told me in confidence. Usually they aren’t going to join a band and sing about ED and they aren’t going to share this fact with friend or foe, not with co-worker or neighbor. Continue reading →
he Kenosha Writers’ Group has been meeting for two years in gallery lofts, members’ homes, and coffee shops throughout Kenosha. They gather on the third Thursday of each month to offer support through the writing process and to share in the joy of completed projects.
Membership is open to anyone who writes, whether professionally or for pleasure, any genre or format, and is looking for open, honest feedback about their writing.
My great granddaughter and I attended our “Mommy and Me” swimming class today. Her mother teaches the class, so I get the honor of playing the mommy role. After an enjoyable class, we went down to the dressing room to shower and dress. When we were on our way up to the stairs, she said “G.G. (great grandmother), I can’t walk up all of these stairs, can you carry me like mommy does?
“Well, I’m getting kind of old, and you are getting kind of big, so I can’t carry you up the stairs, but I can teach you to fly up them”.
Put your arms way up and out to your side, and wave your hands and fingers as fast as you can, now start up the stairs and you’ll see how easy it is. She managed to get up all 9 stairs, and when she got to the top she called out loudly in her two year old voice. “G.G. I did it”. When we got to my daughters home, she told her grandmother that her G.G. taught her how to fly. My daughter said, “What’s next Mom, roller skating?” I’ll think about that.
What sweet memories we can make out of the simplest things . . .
Mary Ann Eils is a retired registered nurse working part time as a nursing instructor. She has been married for sixty years. Mary Ann is a mother of four, grandmother of nine, and great-grandmother of two. She enjoys writing true to life stories with a humorous touch.
Hurry, hustle, make haste, fly
become the she, the he, the hero within
Reach, extend , thrust, plunge
shatter, smash, pull down, wreck, metamorphize
Make yourself whirl against arrogant ridigity before the windup
hurry…….
“In Orlando, Florida, Michael Moresby hammers his fifth victim to death outside the Beacon Tavern. The same day in Racine, Wisconsin, his twin brother, McMillan, kills his fourth in the Holiest of Holy rooms. And outside the Brewer’s Miller Park Stadium, Eric Murin’s baseball cap tumbles into the path of a careening Buick. Somewhere beyond the line of life and death, in the vastness of the cosmos, there flows a river of sensations accessible by few. Identical twins can. Seers too. And occasionally the victim of a near death experience. For Homicide Detective Dell Murrin, it is an awakening. And what he sees is terrifying…”
And so begins Racine mystery writer Rick McCluskey’s first thriller, River of Sensations, published under the pseudonym Sheldon Doyle.
Author Rick McCluskey commissioned Francisco Loyola of Creatibo.com to create a website for his pseudonym, Sheldon Doyle.
Today he celebrates the launching of SheldonDoyle.com. Please come and visit, you are all welcome. There are a variety of short stories, poems and excerpts from published novels from which to sample his style should your curiosity prove thirsty.
Before you leave, send us your comments or drop a note to say hi. We’re interested in what you think. You can also visit Rick at the Kenosha Writers’ Group online or at the monthly meetings.
