9/15/13 WEWRIWA a Community of Writers and Readers


Hi Gang, we’re fortunate when we survive nature’s fury. Bless the volunteers who repeatedly rescue survivors during the fires at the New Jersey shore communities and floods in Colorado. We take so much for granted.

Thanks for the comments. You boost my confidence every week.

I continue with my story Sin of Omission. Stunned to find he’s the father of twins, Jimmy Costigan has questions to be answered by the woman he’s loved since the moment he saw her. He asks, “Who guided you while I was playing college boy?”July 29, 2012 Sin of Omission

“A former Jesuit priest, Kirk Richards, helped me prayed for guidance and right or wrong, here we are. I don’t expect financial support or marriage,” Shelley took a deep breath, “all I want is for you to help me name them.”

Devoid of expression, Jimmy leaned in close, eyes narrowed, he said, “Why, you’ve done it all without me; name them yourself.”

“I want to be able to tell them their daddy chose the names; names are important.”

“So you didn’t think I was man enough to hear the truth, strong enough to accept responsibility and finish school but just a kid to be protected from life, huh?” His long hair fell across his face as he scowled, “We hardly know each other and now there are two more of us. You’ve had nine months to think and I’ve had less than a minute;” he stared down at his boots and recalled the only one who taught him a lot back in Utah; “Luke, Lucas; your turn.”

“Jacob,” Shelley said in a whisper, the second name caught the breeze to join the first, “Jake.”

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1/27/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring AFTER HIM

The final curtain or is it? Thanks to a small group of people, we’ve been brought together in fun and friendship on Sunday’s. Thanks for all you’ve done and my love and best wishes to you.

And now a new story of the search for love and companionship in two mature people who meet at Helen Hayes Rehab Hospital on Valentine Day.

excerpt in six:

I tried, God knows I’ve tried all my tricks to get his attention and today might be my last chance.  This guy, the saddest looking Irish face I’d seen since I had to pick one out of a line-up, stuck to himself never speaking to anyone. I wanted to share more with this stand offish private guy.

What luck. By chance, the machine next to me was unoccupied and the Irisher tapped his way over, a cane leading the way.

I gave it my best shot with an adorable grin, dimples showing, “What’re you in for?”

“Huh? What does that mean, ‘in for’, sounds like we’re in jail,”  his  slight brogue pleasing to my ear.

“We are prisoners in a sense, of our bodies as they heal and then we’re set free.” for more snippets where you can read chapters on my author page

1/20/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

Welcome Sixers and friends. I’ve welcomed your comments the past year and a half and hope we can keep in touch when SSS closes the door next week. It’s been a great run. Maybe it won’t end, hmm?

Diane O’Rourke and Tony Flannigan meet again. She’s at home on a Saturday night after working a full shift at the clinic. Alone with BooBoo the cat, she makes herself comfortable before scratching up some dinner.
excerpt in six:
I pulled a colorful print robe over my head so I could breathe and now for dinner.
 The husky male voice from the beach, from my fantasy in the shower, called this time from the screen door at the back.
  “Diane, it’s Tony from the beach this morning wondering all day how you’re feeling and I hope you don’t mind me stopping by like this.”
  Tony Flannigan, oh my God, it’s an omen like money in the bank. “Hey Tony, it just so happens. . .”
  and hurried to the screen door to let him into my life.
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1/13/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am



Welcome Sixers and friends. I appreciate your feedback each week.ImageAnd now for another peek into the life of pediatrician Diane O’Rourke alone on Saturday night with her cat, BooBoo.

excerpt in six:

Nights are long in March, long and chilly with heavy winds blowing across the ocean. I thought about building a fire and got over it.  Boo Boo snaked around my ankles until I emptied a can of cat food into his bowl and he forgot about me. My new doctor’s jacket felt a bit snug when I finally removed it. What the hell, I thought, must be a different brand. NO, stop fooling yourself and admit you like to eat BUT you don’t live to eat and you’ve got to set a good example for your little patients so don’t overdo it.  









1/6/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am


Welcome Sixers and friends to another SSS. Happy 2013, Twelfth Night, a time to take down ornaments and enjoy a raucous time, says Wikipedia.

Today’s six continues with pediatrician Diane O’Rourke off to work followed by a lonely night at home with her cat. OR. . .

Excerpt in six:

After the episode in the shower, I broke down in buckets, rivers, an ocean full of tears. A stupid fantasy over a casual meeting on the beach; how sophomoric. Stupid me for all my degrees and cleverness; wake up and go to work where small children and worried parents await my wisdom.

 Pediatric walk-in clinic closed at five o’clock and the staff hurried out calling to one another, “Meet you at Island Grill nine o’clock, don’t be late.” No one asked what Dr. O’Rourke was doing Saturday night, the loneliest night of the week. I locked up and drove the mile home where Boo Boo, my cat, waited for me and something tasty must be in the freezer; my home, my cat and th, th, that’s all folks. for more snippets where you can read chapters on my author page

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2012 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,400 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

BREAKING NEWS: WordPress just sent this neat report. Not bad for less than a year. Shows you what one can accomplish if you set your mind to it. Thanks for the support, my friends and a Happy healthy New Year to everyone.

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12/30/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am


Welcome Sixers and friends. Happy New Year to all. You’ve meant a lot to me with comments and friendship.

Last week, Dianne indulged in a fantasy starring Tony Flannigan with her in the cabana, in the shower. So far we have seen them on the hard packed sand in St. Augustine Beach, Florida. And now the pediatrician and the physical therapist in her wet dream.

excerpt in six:

His hands move down to my ample breasts as he pays careful attention to perky nipples standing at attention, and soaps each one as if they are priceless objects.

“My wife died two years ago from  anorexia; a wasted life over a compulsion. I haven’t looked at another woman since and then I fell on top of you, Diane and knew you weren’t a bag of bones. I ran my fingers through your glorious hair and wanted to touch you all over, feel your resilient flesh open to me.”

He soaps my back and slides his hands lower to cup my abundant buns while my insides melt and I tug at his shorts and there he is, a splendid specimen of male in my shower.

Breathless, I cry out, “Now, Tony, now. I can’t wait another minute,” and reach down to feel. . .nothing.

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