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That time I wanted to pass myself off as Joyce Carol Oates #TBT

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I submitted my first piece of writing when I was seventeen, a story about my first job, working at the employee cafeteria at General Telephone where my mother was a dispatcher. Rolling the 20# white bond backed by a sheet of thin blue carbon paper into my Smith Corona, I typed it out slowly, carefully, on a piece of erasable paper—and mailed it off to Cosmopolitan along with a cover letter. Not just to any editor at Cosmo, by the way, I sent it directly to Helen Gurley Brown. 

The piece itself, meant to be comical, was full of clumsy attempts at self-effacing humor.  I strived for a similar tone in the cover letter I addressed to Brown, completely clueless that the high powered editor in chief wasn’t the one reading unsolicited manuscripts. After I signed off I added the following PS. I could have said I was Joyce Carol Oates. What I thought that would accomplish I can’t imagine. That an unsatisfactory submission would get published because of a lame joke? 

No surprise, in the SASE I’d …
Thanks and appreciation to James Stafford for running my piece Beach Musicon his Why It Matterssite!

If you're up for more from me - Thank You! - I have a few more stories gathered loosely under the Memoir: On the Street Where I Liveheading.  This is the most recent: The Sticky-hot Days of Summer. I'm really glad you stopped by.

#38: If heaven is for real - Charlie is up there chasing squirrels

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#38:  Mountain View Avenue, Mar Vista, California
I ran across this post I wrote for my Chapter1-Take1 blog and decided to post it here. It's about our beautiful beagle Charlie who we lost last November.
If I were going to place it amongst the "On the Street where I live" pieces, this would sit right here at #38, on the street where I live now,but Charlie's been with us since we lived on Mountain View, an integral part of our lives in the last five places we've lived.


If heaven is for real, Charlie is up there chasing squirrels in the sky

"Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." The John Lennon lyric is one I'm fond of quoting, accompanied by a shrug of my shoulders when weighing in on the mysterious ways of the world.

This week the plans I'd made included finishing Catching Fire, maybe see the crazy popular movie starring Jennifer Lawrence this opening weekend, and post my thoughts here.

But life, or rather, the end of life, h…