My books: "Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman", Priceless in Changsha", "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

"Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman", Priceless in Changsha", "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

https://www.amazon.com/Not-Exactly-Juan-Liberated-Woman-ebook/dp/B072HN2GFV

If you've seen my last three books; same dimensions except smaller than "Not Exactly Don Juan... and the Liberated Woman", (April 2017) that was 341 pages, a fight book, non-fiction twenty pictures, about 6x9. "Priceless in Changsha" (Feb 2017) was 192 pages, six pictures, a non-fiction book on foreign adoption, also 6x9. And "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness" (182 pages), non-fiction, no pictures, non-fiction and 180 plus pages as well, 6x9. This one, "Therapy on the Run" was influenced by Caytha Jentis Jentis, who'd run the last five miles of my fifty mile runs early (2 in the morning or so), keeping me honest in pace; or when I had kidney stones (a few times), she'd drag my butt through my second or third runs of the day when I was doing 130 to 230 miles in a week, inbetween work and children, when I would sleep four hours a day, so I wouldn't have to hire a babysitter, yet could have a day with my children in the playground, cook and be Mom, with a great Hubby. Caytha, now in Hollywood and the city, would share with me her screenplays and I was "The Munk". I was too tired to talk and I'm good at keeping secret of her projects she shared with me. It's what happened in my mind, she wanted me to write this sixteen years ago and gave me the title, when I was 'yepping her to death, cause I was ready to pass out on my feet. She was a great running buddy. My Captain in the Marines wanted to know what pushed me nearly thirty-five years ago, what was my mind saying, he asked me. I shrugged said, "I don't know sir!" Basically I couldn't verbalize it then. Caytha begged me to. She knew the few times I spoke.

Comments

2023 Holiday Letter from the Reicher's

Well, I didn't think I'd be doing a Holiday Letter this year, but here goes... The Spirit of Norm is in the air. As the wind whips with minus a true snowstorm. In hopes the Farmers Almanac was correct, I pray to the snow gods. Rain ensued the month of December thus far. We have nearly tripled the amount of rainfall usual for December in New Jersey. And I've witnessed its treachery. Storms such as these hit us hardest in July. Then remained fairly intense through til about early October. Our daughters are doing well, Thank God. Their Dad would be proud of them. Our oldest Sarah, now a Junior at UCLA pursuing her degree in Chemical Engineering. She's digging the whole California scene. Which I thought it was for her. She's had some good traveling on her off times from school. For her March 2023 week off, she drove her and a few friends out to Lake Tahoe and went downhill skiing for a first in nearly 5 years. She had to rent the ski equipment. Funny enough when

Maybe It's About Love

Maybe I just don't get it... "...My father sits at night with no lights on..."---Carly Simon In my male-dominant mind. Dr. Suess-ish sing-songy "...go go go go on an adventure..." (George Santos' escapades gave me permission to use "ish".) I'd been accused of not being detailed enough in my writing. as my writer friend, Caytha put it to me now near twenty years ago. I knew she was correct. It's gotten a lot better, a whole bunch better. But the writing of sex scenes... Well... I'll need Caytha for that. "...his cigarette glows in the dark..."---Carly Simon Even my husband Norman could have written the simple sex scenes better than I, that I currently need in my script. And he was not a writer, but a math oriented thinker. Ala carte he was a nurturing romantic. And a sort of romantic Humphrey Bogart to his Ingrid. Otherwise, I won't go into details there. I'll let the mature audiences use their imagination. I am so

Birth is a Lottery

Yes, this is about Taylor Swift and Love. I’ve had this discussion in depth nearly twenty years ago with a client. We were discussing being grateful for landing where we had in the years we were born. As to now, after that conversation, my attitude still holds. You gotta kind of be happy for other people in some way, no matter where you came from. It’s like good sportsman-like conduct. You lose, you shake hands, hug, whatever. That is how I’ve handled it 99% of the time, win or lose. I remember one time, one moment in my life I didn’t do that. And I still stand by my not doing so that evening after a competition. Otherwise, every other competitor deserved my congrats. My fight coach said that I was unusual (2013) because after losing a fight, I act as though I’ve won. To me, it was that I was just so happy to be able to compete. I’ve lost more than I’ve won. I’ll say that again. I’ve lost more than I’ve won. In softball, when I was aged nine (1971), we lost all our games as the &qu

Writing Reality

Search This Blog