Category: Musings

Happy Hanukkah, Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas

I love Christmas movies. “White Christmas,” “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “Christmas in Connecticut,” “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” Frosty, Rudoph, etc., etc. I can be seen sitting on the sofa watching all iterations of “A Christmas Carol,” sobbing to “Wonderful Life,” and spewing cacao out of my nose at the antics of Bill Murray and Carol

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Personal Space on Planes

Let’s talk about personal space on airplanes. There is none. I get it. I really do. The plane companies want to make sure they make money which sometimes means they must take a little bit extra – let’s say extra comfort for passengers in Coach – to make sure they turn a profit. Cushy digs

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Being Carrie

I didn’t start out to be Carrie Fisher.  I started out to be General Leia Organa.  It ended up being so much more. My husband and I have been to the San Diego Comic-Con a number of times and always admired the costumes, Cosplay, to those in the know.  We loved the originality of the

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The Valley of Kings

Those who know me know that I’m not all that religious but I’m more spiritual in nature.  I agree that there must be something more but I don’t believe in man-made religions.  I find them to be exclusive and prone to hatred and bias.  I was raised a Catholic, have been a member of the

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Beach Day #1

Cumulous clouds, nimbulous cotton-candy puffs of white and grey, misty blue on the horizon, jade to forest to spring green water.  Junior Lifeguards from middle to high school age, sun-kissed, sun-blonded, not in “look-at-me” bathing suits but suits meant for business.  No bare butt or barely-there tops.  Not showing every inch that perhaps should have

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Kauai Days

Aloha, My husband and I are in Kauai after three long years away.  I am no stranger to the Islands.  My parents first brought me when I was about eight years old.  My father, who fancied himself a golfer, wanted a vacation driving and putting and my mother just wanted other people to cook and

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“God Bless Us, Every One”

Now, I am not a strict believer.  I was raised a Catholic, spent many years trying to reconcile my doubts with the Catholic, Christian, Methodist, or Anglican models.  I am more spiritual than a follower of organized religion.  That doesn’t mean, however, that I do not believe.  I believe in hope.  I believe in love.

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Of Acceptances and Rejections

You’ve got to take the good with the bad.  After all, even Steven King was rejected — lots — before Carrie was accepted for publication.  I just have to keep that in mind.  I sold two more stories — yea — but received some rejections — boo.  When you think about it, being a writer

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Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day.  When I was young there was one kind of mother.  The kind who doesn’t work, who wears pearls in the kitchen, and gives all the right answers.  Most of us, however, didn’t grow up that way.  I grew up with an adoptive mother who worked and didn’t wear pearls in the kitchen, and

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“Oh, my God, I sound like my mother.”

I was just sitting here sharpening my pencils to a fine point and putting an eraser on the tip, even though the attached erasers hadn’t been touched.  This is an idiosyncrasy with me, a habit.  It was borne in college.  Like most writer people, I have been bad at math all my life.  Pencils reminded

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Naomi Brett Rourke is the pen name for the author, teacher, and theatre director living near the beach with her husband Tim. Naomi Brett Rourke has three children, three step-children and nearly a baseball team of grandkids. Her menagerie includes dogs, cats and a tortoise. When not writing, she can be found with a book in her hand, very often reading two or three at a time, with murder mysteries and horror being her favorites.


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