DEAR FRIENDS...
And fellow writers and booklovers! I am just writing you to say; that my beautiful beautiful books are available for you on Lulu.com. Where writers have the wonderful opportunity to create such beautiful things! And readers have the lovely opportunity to find them!
I have an ever changing growing collection; of thoughtful quality literary works; in paperback; for you; and will be adding more and more; so stay tuned!
My themes; albeit within a fictional context; generally concern family; history; immigration; politics; poverty; art; societies; psychology; language; education; and internationality. All the wonderful things that inform a gentle human life. My collection may gently shift; from month to month; year to year; depending on the season; or the holiday; or what is new; or what is in gentle revision. I like to keep everything fresh and new!
I think my work will please you!🍂
LOOK FOR THESE BEAUTIFUL TITLES!
The Day They Stole Her Joy Away
The Leaving
The Labyrinth
The Jazz Meister
Fledgling Season
Happy Trails
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AND THEN PERHAPS...
These lovely collections;
within those titles.
within those titles.
Scenes from an Immigrant Childhood.
With my dear Dutch-American Leni-girl.
The Leaving
The Labyrinth
And more to come...
And more to come...
Modern Urban Social Studies.
With my wise; thoughtful; and thoroughly modern
Miss Margaux! And sorry; girl; about that day.
Miss Margaux! And sorry; girl; about that day.
The Day They Stole Her Joy Away
The Jazz Meister
Fledgling Season
Happy Trails
And more to come!
I AM A GENTLE thoughtful older lady; suddenly nearing her seventies now! Who has been writing; by now; for most of her life. I have also been so many other things!-A McDonald's fry cook; a Sear's underwear girl; a library clerk; a systems analyst and programmer... I made my own way through!
And so; i was one of the first women in tech! And one of the first programmers! I was very good at my work; and they told me i was talented; and i did cringe a bit at that; as i associated talent with the arts. And my family was an old European arts family. And so; i have also been a life long musician.-With cello; recorder; piano; voice; and ever listening; of course.
And most importantly; i was a mama! Of one sweet smart boy. And so; the beat goes gently sweetly on; and cheers! Long live art; beauty; humanity; democracy! And if we must; as we must; fight for that!
marguerite bloem🍂
Which is pronounced bloom!
As all humans and flowers must do.
As all humans and flowers must do.
AND JUST SOME politische thoughts; since i cannot hold my tongue. My most concerning thing is always; and has always been; human rights. (And how humans suffer; both during and after war.) My parents survived occupied Amsterdam; and the long famine there.
So i am grateful to Pope Leo; who so powerfully speaks out against war; and travels to extremely difficult countries where there is war.-I like him. When i read about his youth and childhood; i thought; he is my brother!
My father would have liked him too; though he was often jealous when he teased; that my Catholic mother was always in love with her popes and priests! But most of that was just in play; and he would have respected a good man when he saw one.
I am also proud of the brave people of Minnesota; for so steadfastly fighting the onslaught there; by ICE; and trying to protect their vulnerable neighbors. Alex Pretti was a hero. It just makes you cry. To think of such selflessness. I also cry; to think of some of the dear innocent ones who have been slain.
I am also holding my breath for the struggles of the transexuals; in my first American home state; Kansas; and i am proud that my once-dear-small-hometown; Lawrence; plays a welcome host there. I used to walk where they hang; on Massachusetts street. I would do errands for my mother sometimes. And that is where i learned to cross a busy street.
That was hard for me! We didn't have cars; i didn't know cars. And so; i didn't understand how fast they could go; and how soon they could hit me. One time; a stranger rescued me.-"Are you trying to cross the street?" he said. And yes; i was! I had been standing there a while. "You can go now!" he said. "But how fast does that car go?" But he said i had plenty of time. Dear sweet heroes everywhere.-Peace.🍂marguerite