Gulf Shores

Gulf Shores
Photographer Patricia Gulick

Saturday, August 29, 2015

8/29/15 RMB Driving with Mrs. Murphy




8/29/15 RMB Driving with Mrs. Murphy

Dear Rita Mae Brown,

Our southern California heat wave brought east county temps near 100 today. Fortunately for me, I had work to do. Attending meetings to stay up with the latest in the world of publishing sometimes requires traveling a couple of hours by car.

Today my dark blue car’s air conditioner felt sinfully good. Making the drive all the more pleasant was Murder on the Prowl as the story unfolded via the CD player. I’m nearing the end of the story and again you have managed to create a mystery that’s not easily solved.

Often, while watching mysteries with family, I can predict the course of events and the guilty party, garnering me the comment “you’re such a writer.” Yet with every Rita Mae Brown and Sneaky Pie collaboration, the path to who done it has never been clear.

The twists and turns on the way to The End are equally intricate and interesting.


Still “reading”,

Loraine


Sunday, August 23, 2015

8/23/15 RMB Ball Point Pen



8/23/15 RMB Ball Point Pen


Dear Rita Mae Brown,

Somewhere in each of us there is a knowing that we are only complete when linked together. If suddenly solitary, would we be able to survive? Depending on the person, survival could last days or years. Shelter would be sought or made. Food of some sort would be gathered.

Given a handful of people, odds would improve, if they joined their collective strength and knowledge that is.

How many people would need to be present to create a ball point pen? Ah, here is where it gets tricky. I recently heard this example of our reliance on one another.
So, do we really need ball point pens? Consider them disappearing from any office setting, an amusing thought.

We have gathered to cater to our wants in addition to our needs. Better shelter and food is supplemented by pens and computer games. Yet we still struggle to get along. Do we resent needing each other? Or do we operate like a muscle, strengthening only when stretched to some limit?

Our forefathers were wise to know that it would take more than one leader to make our nation great, devising a system of government with checks and balances, merging minds. 
It is amusing to see the presidential candidates claim what they would do if they were president, as though the title is accompanied by a magic wand and our future were in their two hands alone.

Of note is that these leaders, who direct and order others about, often rely on a higher entity for guidance. And where do we go to connect to that higher entity? To those who remind us to treat others as we wish to be treated, to those who’s doors are always open, where we will find no walls, no division, no labels. For guidance we go to where we find peace and acceptance.

Our full potential may be found in bringing that full circle. When we are able to live by the teachings we claim to follow, perhaps the time and energy devoted to the struggle can be used for a better purpose.


Three cheers for the ball point pen,

Loraine

Thursday, August 13, 2015

8/12/15 RMB Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone



8/12/15 RMB Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone


Dear Rita Mae Brown,

Today I finished reading, or rather listening to, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Jim Dale narrated it for me as I drove to and from work for two weeks. Harry accompanied me to the grocery store and the coffee shop too.

Having seen the movie, I wanted to hear the words that inspired it. Giants of one sort or another appear in a great lot of tales. J.K. Rowling’s Hagrid is the first one I’ve heard of wielding a pink umbrella. 

There is the genius of the story. With a gentle tug, it carries you from reality into myth, never taking anything too seriously, nor too lightly.

A bit behind the masses who have already devoured every Harry Potter story written, does the world really need yet one more person’s impression of the popular novel? Yes. Because it was well written and magical.

Good art and magic live on by the praise they garner.


Spell bound,

Loraine