Last night, we celebrated a late Thanksgiving with our kids and grandkids. The house was perfectly chaotic and I loved every moment.
Today, I sit back and relax (well, and blog). At this moment, my only worry is wondering if the fresh-pressed beet juice is staining my Invisalign’s!
Happy Sunday, everyone!
Just for fun!
“Skimming through these old treasures, I had this thought: “What if I shared kernels, bits of my past from numerous journal entries?”
So, here I go, making myself vulnerable. Again.” – from Raw Journal Kernels- 1
Note: most of the journal entries were written years back at a coffee shop before hitting the gym next door.
Wrote this after visiting a small town where a small home sat a few feet away from a funeral home.
Hello fellow bloggers! For those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, as well as those of you who do not,
Wishing you the very best and thank you for the follow!
Since my laptop took over, I haven’t journaled in many years. But, as you can see, I used to.
Skimming through these old treasures, I had this thought: “What if I shared kernels, bits of my past from numerous journal entries?”
So, here I go, making myself vulnerable. Again.
Please note: In order to be true to myself and to my fellow followers, this and upcoming entries are raw, unedited and scanned into this blog.
Patience is a virtue, the empress to us all
I yell to her, I seek her aid
But she ignores my call.
She jumps across a sage-lined fence
And into waters swell
My hope is that I catch her soon
And, then, my breath as well.
-CDW
Daily Prompt: Elicit
My blog posts are and will be short. I know, they’re supposed to be and I like it that way. I don’t have to spend years writing one.
My books on the other hand…
Geez! It took me three years to write No Hill for a Stepper and five to write The Last Bordello.
So, now that I’m getting older, who would have thought I could speed along at a faster pace?
You see, I started my new book, The Moonshine Thicket, this summer.
IT’S DONE!
Well, except for … you know, that thing called Ed-I-Ting.
If you choose to go inside…
Madam Fannie Porter will answer your knock, her head tilted back and a hand on her protruded hip. If you are a customer, she’ll first point out her list of rules and if you don’t follow them, the ratchet of a shotgun will show you the way out.
Then, she’ll point to one of her soiled doves –Chubby Greta from west Texas with her big brown eyes and no nonsense attitude; timid Lillie who grins but rarely exposes the gap where her tooth had been knocked out by a brute; Sassy Sarah with her flaming red hair and ample bosoms. Then there’s Sadie. Well, Sadie …
If you are a lost young woman steered to the wrong “boarding house,” Madam Fannie will keep you safe. She might also offer you a job as the bordello’s pianist.
But perhaps you choose not to enter.
You may be against vice, the Social Evil, the Grand Wrong. Then go to the public forum in Alamo Park. Hear Minnie Fisher (Cunningham) speak out on women’s rights. Listen to Women’s Christian Temperance Union‘s Texas president, Helen Stoddard, speak out against prohibition. But prepare yourself. Texans likes their beer.
Whichever choice you make, know this. The Last Bordello is not a novel about what goes on behind closed bedroom doors (okay, perhaps a tad), nor is it merely a whodunit. It’s about powerful women at the turn of the twentieth century who fought for their standing in life. While some found prostitution to be their only means of survival, other women fought for equal rights.
The Last Bordello depicts the struggle and determination of both sides.
Oh, and I suggest NOT entering Southwestern Insane Asylum.
It is 1901. So, would you enter or not? Are you curious about what’s inside? Appalled? There’s no wrong answer. There’s no right one, either. I’d love to hear your response and a reason or two why you chose to go in or stay out.
All the best,
Carolyn
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 