DEAR FRIENDS; AND
FELLOW WRITERS AND BOOKLOVERS!
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 amazing 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.
that inform a gentle human life.
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MY PHYSICAL FORM is paperback; and where once i was thinking small; now i am thinking large and delicious and bold and powerful and free! I am splashing my stories in a gorgeous larger font; across delicious free larger pages for you!
With ample room for my stories to breathe!
And for you to see and breathe too.
And for you to see and breathe too.
My covers are bold; simple; personal; in a beautiful substantial glossy form; that could be; beautiful wall-hangings too; unless you want to save them as a book!
And read them again and again! Which i think you may want to do. Because it is delicious to.
A few of my books remain smaller; and more delicate; and beautiful too. But in an era of rivers and rivers of junk books; whatever the size of my books; the physical representation is extremely important to me.
As of course; the quality of the writing too.
I have stood at library kiosks; riffling through; and felt despair in what i see. And i would even be embarrassed to print here; or to say aloud to you; some of the cheapest lines that have jumped out at me.
And i have sometimes unabashedly asked; where are the old classics? And they would simply smile at me with a greatest pity.-Oh; dear! It is a time; i suppose.
I am documenting a time.🍂🍂
ONE TIME; i had brought a donation of old books to the library; having read every guideline by the Friends of the Library; who were soliciting; and behind collecting those.
She pawed through my donation with indifference; and looked at me with pity.-You know; books aren't sacred anymore. But um; what?!
And why was she working there?
And then; to add further insult to injury; she said; do you mind if i just throw them away if i want to?
But please; Friends of the Library; so to speak; don't set gentle innocent booklovers up for that! And she will surely not see me again.
But have no fear; i am still here. To defend the modest sweet nobility of the book! My beautiful 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!🍂🍂
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
Song Song Blue
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AND THEN PERHAPS...
These lovely collections;
within those titles.
within those titles.
Scenes from an Immigrant Childhood.
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
Song Song Blue
Song Song Blue
And more to come!
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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; which are being sorely abused now; in my land. And war. Same difference; right?
My parents survived occupied Amsterdam; and the long famine there. So i know the story of war. I know the history of war. I know; the atrocious things the Nazis did 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 deeply sorry for the people who are being harassed in our land; the latest.-A beautiful family of brothers; and a sister; went camping; so that the cousins could play.
They would be safe there; they thought. But in the night; the forest ranger they had spoken to before brought ICE. And so; another family down. They all had pending immigration cases.
I am grateful that i live in a sanctuary state; where the police do not cooperate with ICE; and where ICE may not stage their operations on municipal land.
Although; on the other hand; the federal government controls the skies! And therefore also then; the airport; so please be careful there! If you have an unresolved immigration case.
And please know; that much of this country is on your side; and many of us once were immigrant. And we will continue to fight for; and to vote for; and to march for; human rights for all.
And our smartest people will
legislate for that; and more.
legislate for that; and more.
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THERE ARE 500,000 cars in my city. I am going to buy a pony. There is an island in Ireland where they have wild ponies! We will keep him in our garage; which looks like a dear old farm shed; and i will ride him to the store.-Who knows?!
Pretty soon maybe; everyone will have a pony; not a car.-I know! So if you move here; bring your pony!! I am also going to move to All Creatures Great and Small on PBS.
There is no zipcode yet.
I am tired of this world; and of all the strongmen of this world; and all the fakers and rakers of this world. Meet me at Drovers if you're there! The first drink is on me.🍂
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 am not transsexual; but one time; when i cut my hair; everyone thought i was every kind of strange thing; and i was relentlessly harassed for that; and pointed out for that.
The rule then: Women may not have short hair. The world is full of fools; isn't it? But i used to walk where they hang now; on Massachusetts street. (Having escaped from other parts of Kansas.) I was only five years old. I would do errands for my mother sometimes. (In big families; you do!)
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. But 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.
Dear sweet heroes everywhere.
Love; peace.🍂marguerite
AND JUST A USEFUL life's tip. If you lose your glasses; when you find them; you must hug them; and kiss them; and say; Blessings on my glasses! And then; fervently hope! That you will never lose them again. And there is no guarantee; but still. It is good to be positive.🍂
Clicketty-click the linketty-link! For some beautiful thoughtful stories; large and small; in paperback.-For you.
AND HERE; JUST FOR INSPIRATION...
A foto of Pope Leo; who i have also mentioned above. Who seems one of the most positive voices on the horizon in this day; against what we are hearing in this country these days.
This foto from my daily local; and by the fotographer; Andrew Medichini; AP. It is a sweet face; isn't it? That seems full of peace; love; humanity; humility.
And forgive me for cropping and tinting it a bit. It seemed to deserve a very special treatment.🍂marguerite