Writing Reality

Is what you may assume. As the saying goes... Ass-U-Me. As I write my Memoir which was suggested that I do so by writer, Mark Jacobs. Mark Jacobs has written for Blackbelt Magazine and has had recently published the 2nd edition of his book "The Principles of Unarmed Combat" with foreword by Gene LeBelle in 2010. Mark and I spoke in late May this year about his book and then he'd suggested I write my autobiography. He knew full well that even though I'd had several books published over the last 20 years that my background of formal study was in the human body, and business, not in writing. I'd gone back to school 2021-2023 for studies in music, screenplay writing, data analytics, advanced algebra, writing for law students, journalism, A.I. effecting law, Digital A.I., and five courses in Chinese language-speaking, writing and reading the language, a bear indeed of learning. All this along with my therapy CEUs that I needed in order to keep my license and malprac...

  Last night I was speaking with an old friend till near ten. We’d remained on the phone for about 90 minutes. I’m certain he will dispute me on that, when he reads this blog. It’s because he’s a numbers guy. I’m a numbers gal; however, my numbers come with weather stats from years past or current, birthdates, pulse rates, breathe rates, and such. I am more science oriented with my numbers. Too, I don’t think Tom has HSAM, but I know I do. Tom Allen is ten years my senior. We’d known each other since 1989 through long-distance running. He knew Tom Fleming (TF), my old long-distance coach from 1988-1995 and 1997-2000. Tom Allen and I met in Brookdale Park in Essex County, NJ. It was where TF would usually have us do our Tuesday night fartlek training. What struck me last night was how we realize very little about someone else’s life or happenings. Some of us seem to reveal much; however, there are times when our own lives are so enormous we most likely will not remember anything o...

  If you've ever seen the movie,  "The Green Mile". You'll know the line, "I'm tired boss." Its what this man says who i s wrongly convicted of murder(s) and is soon to be executed.  He's been done wrong by the color of his skin because of racism. A nurse, who's no longer alive, she would be about my age now. She had bought me the DVD of the said movie. I became a tad obsessed watching it over 15 years ago after she'd brought it to me as a gift for Christmas/Hanukkah. We celebrated both. I think I've watched it not quite ten times.  What drew me to do so years ago wasn't just the acting. It was deeper. It was what I knew, somewhat understood about humanity. Yet at the same time, couldn't wrap my mind around it. It? It, is bigotry, ergo: racism, bullying. Those things in life that not all experience. Many ignore it out of trauma or perhaps convenience. As I write my Memoir and am pushed to dig deep, be detailed, bringing the read...

 I've fired quite a few weapons. The last weapon was a M16A2, last time I fired a weapon, that was in 2006. First time was at age 15 with police officers in the summer of 1978.  I don't hate guns, but I'm not a gun enthusiast. I prefer other training and weaponry for myself, my family. I had this discussion about 10 weeks ago with someone who was still in the military and serves us. We chatted one night for a few hours. He said, "No one needs an AR-15" I replied, "No one needs an AR-15. I like handgrenades. I feel good with them, but its not for civilian life." We agreed. He reminded me, people who are serving are non-partisan.  So, I come to today, again its about separating ammunition keeping that locked up separately from a weapon like a handgun, a rifle, a shotgun and the like. Again, an adult who had a minor still at home doesn't seem to have done the correct thing and it cost innocent lives, mostly young lives once again. As the case in Bend Or...

I truly do not like people. Yep. My husband used to call me Cave-Woman from time to time. Yet, I'm into observing people usually in passing by at a quicker than a pedestrian walking pace. I've ran through our little town, down nearly every street. Sometimes even a dead end or two in a run. I have done that in many towns in our county and neighboring county as well. As I'd run through our town, the next two towns and waaalaaah! I'm in Fairlawn running circles in a cul de sac. It was probably some tree-line that drew me to that street. Yeah, tree-hugger here. But afterwards I'm soon heading more south into Hawthorne, North Haledon, or what have you into the next county. Or I'll run North and through a few towns to Montvale then into another state, New York. Its been about a year since I did that New York run, though. For 30 milers I have to be uninjured, and that not being the case recently. Also, a few years since I'd done my MP to Bear Mountain or Reeves Me...

 From "Authentic, a Memoir"...     ....As the air seemed still, I looked over at the lieutenant, who I knew didn’t like women being in the Marines—then I looked at the goofy Marine and said, “You know this is not only a new cover; however, after I’d gotten out of sickbay yesterday, I sized and blocked this cover.” I heard a Marine say, “Just pay her!” I said, “No. Come here.” As I looked straight-on at the goofy Marine. Smiling he backed up. Yes, I was coming in for the kill. I’d get my kick out of the situation.     I moved forward, slowly walking toward his ordinary five-foot eleven inch hundred- and eighty-pound frame. “Come here.” I ordered the goofy Marine, a Lance Corporal (that’s one stripe and rifles). He backed up, I lunged forward grabbing the collar of his white t-shirt. I pulled him as fast as I could and landed a beautiful shin kick with my newly stripped and polished black military right boot. He landed on the ground, half moaning from what had bee...