Plinky Prompt: Which Author Would You Want To Write Your Biography?

Anna Quindlen addressing the Barnard Class of ’74; she is the head of the Board of Trustees. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

• If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose? See all answers

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• March 22, 2013 by hibernationnow

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• There is something about the way Anna Quindlen writes that I’ve always admired. She is straight forward, doesn’t exaggerate, yet manages to let you feel the emotions without going overboard. She doesn’t need to knock over the honey jar or melt the butter into the syrup. Get it? She captures real life as it is, not as people want it to be. For that reason, I’d be honored if Anna Quindlen wrote my biography. Or even if she just wanted to have coffee….

Carry on Tuesday – Life Is For The Living

Life is but a dream…. (Photo credit: Peppysis)

Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.

My dad always told me, growing up, that in life there were ups and downs. In the same vein, my mom said  “there are no guarantees” and sang off-key “I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden”. Growing up, I thought my parents should have protected me more from the harsh realities of the world, now I thank them that they didn’t. I found when I had my children and they would nastily argue “that’s NOT fair” my husband and I would often agree with them simply by saying “You are right, sometimes, Life, isn’t fair,” because that is how the real world works.

I’d like to think that the good people win and live and the bad ones get in trouble and die but at 56 I’ve had too many experiences where life has shown me otherwise. I think you really have to learn this yourself, no one can tell you about it, nor can you learn from others, true teaching comes from within. You have to experience it with its wide array of emotions.

I’ve only known real joy when I experienced it; it was not even close to mild happiness or contentment. I’ve only known great loss through death of my father. What I had thought was sadness or depression before was nothing like the shell of the person I became after my dad died. We never had the perfect relationship, there is no such thing, but he was the one in the family who knew me best. We understood each other instantly, we thought the same way, at the same time. Just a look, a glance and we would have already communicated without saying a word.

When recently talking to a friend about goals and dreams she asked me what I wanted to do next, in fantasy if nothing else. I told her about the stories I write and the photographs I take. She said: “So, you are not getting any younger, just do it. What’s stopping you?” My mouth dropped open in surprise and I was both intimidated and flattered. WHAT IS? Since then I’ve kept myself busy by trying on all different things as well: just trying to get out of my house and comfort level, and bring some money in for my husband. I am proud of what I have done so far, but mostly I am proud of not only wanting to try but actually doing it.

Life is what is going on you now, there is no time for putting things off until later, believe me. Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it. It take some of us more time than others but once you are ready, go for it. Life escapes us, doesn’t it? It almost like a waking dream, it flies by us so quickly we startle when we realize that most of our lives are mostly over. What are YOU waiting for? Do the fun things now, cross something off your damned “bucket list” today. Kiss the hand of your loved one and tell them how much you cherish them,  do it now. Life is for the living, don’t waste it. Not for another second. This is my hope.

My Boredom Cures

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Books, Movies, TV, Blogging, Music, Writing, Computer, Books…..Still bored after all those options? Get a grip! I’m generally not bored, and I’m generally not fussy. I’ve always been able to occupy my “alone” time. In childhood, our mom said I was happy to play in my room all by myself but that my older sister needed to be entertained all the time. I see that with my own children now: my oldest child needs to be entertained and my second born is more content and doesn’t mind alone time (though she probably wouldn’t admit to it). Maybe it has to do with birth order.  The first-born child does get undivided attention, where us second born (or babies) have never known anything else except sharing. We’ve never had undivided attention. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism or just maybe we are more content. Or it’s simply a personality issue. Alone time, to me, doesn’t mean I’m bored, it means I’m comfortable with myself.