I Have Now Seen The New Les Miserables Movie!

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I just finished watching the new musical movie version of Les Miserables. I am a fan of the book.

I came at the musical version with a skeptical viewpoint. It is just a simple fact that a film cannot contain the whole plot of the book. AND the Broadway musical changes many things in the storyline.

But as for the movie, what was my final verdict? It wasn’t perfect, but it was still beautiful.Yes, the story is abridged. And yes, the singers go off-key. But, as far as the message of the movie and it’s ability to provoke an emotional response is concerned…

It made me cry. Twice.

I first started tearing up when Javert pinned his badge on Gavroche’s corpse…

And then I totally lost it when Jean Val Jean died and the priest sang and Fantine led him into heaven.

If you are debating whether or not you should watch it, please, do so. It is worth the time you will spend.

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Good News And A Vermont Haiku

So, the first bit of good news is that my in-laws just surprised us with a brand-new laptop! Yay! I must say, it is much easier to blog when one owns a computer… although you can manage without one.

I realize that I’ve neglected this blog terribly and I hope to start posting more consistently now.

The second bit of good news is that I am writing a memoir! I’ll be self-publishing “Baby, Don’t Leave Me” through Amazon’s Kindle Direct program. I have another blog, which is solely devoted to my new book: www.babydontleaveme.wordpress.com. If you take a look, just bear with me… it is still under construction.

For those of you who are still wondering about the Social Justice Ebook Project that we began a few years ago, it didn’t die and it isn’t forgotten. Actually, writing my memoir has inspired me to dust off the Social Justice Project. There were several problems with it, one being that it just didn’t have enough content to make up a whole book. It also got shelved because of some very hard personal struggles that my family has faced over the past two years. I’m hoping reboot the idea sometime soon and add more contributors. I’ll be talking more about that on here in the days to come.

For now,  I’m working on finalizing my manuscript for “Baby, Don’t Leave Me”. I still need to take and add photographs to the story, get it proof-read and edited, and touch up the formatting a bit. The whole process has become a bit of a passion for me and I haven’t worked on much else lately.

 

Here’s a haiku about our lovely Vermont weather… (…hear the sarcasm, people…)

 

 chocolate ice skim

framed by falling fairy flakes

mud and snow combine

 

A Child’s View on Divorce

Five year old eyes, wet with tears peered up into my face. “B-but why, Mommy?” The solemnity and earnestness on her face made me wish that I could delay this explanation, but I knew I couldn’t. As an only child, my daughter was quite precocious and spent more time with adults, than children her own age.

She had just learned that her aunt was getting a divorce and was heartbroken at the thought of losing her beloved uncle.

I took a deep breath and racked my brain for the simplest and gentlest words I could find. “Sweety, sometimes adults get married and find out later on that they just can’t be with each other. If two people are very unhappy together and they just can’t work out their problems, sometimes one of them has to go away.”

“For how long, Mommy? When can Uncle Benny come back? In two nights?” She sniffed and wiped at her eyes with the back of her chubby hand.

I reached out and pulled my daughter’s tiny body against me. “No, Honey-Girl. He won’t be coming back. Maybe we will see him on a visit sometimes, by himself, but he and Auntie June won’t ever be together again.”

A fresh storm burst hit full force. “Mommy! It just isn’t fair! I love Auntie June and Uncle Benny! I want it to be the same as always! Who will give me horsey rides, when I go to their house? And who will make Auntie June do her funny laugh? I want both of them, together!”

Suddenly, her little frame stiffened and she drew back. “Is it my fault? Did I make them mad, Mommy?”

“No! Don’t ever think that. You haven’t done anything wrong. Auntie June and Uncle Benny had grownup problems that have absolutely nothing to do with you. They both love you and think you are a very special girl.”

She visibly relaxed at my reassurance, but still looked troubled.

“Mommy? Can I make it better?” Hopefully, she smiled through her tears, salty drops glistening on her cheeks.

“Baby, sometimes nobody but God can fix some things.”

“Can I pray for them, Mommy? I’ll pray every night, before I go to sleep. I’ll pray extra hard. I know he won’t leave, if I do!”

“Sweetie-pie, you can pray, that’s a good thing to do, but I don’t want you to be disappointed, if Uncle Benny still leaves.”

A frown creased her young brow. “But why? Why would he still leave, even if I pray? You always say that God can do anything! He must be big enough to keep Uncle Benny here.”

I sighed, praying inwardly for wisdom. “Honey, God IS big enough. But, the thing is, even though God offers to help us, he lets us choose. If we don’t choose to let Him help us, then He won’t force us. Remember this morning? You were trying to tie your shoes and you couldn’t get the bow right? But, when I offered to help you, you didn’t want me to. You wanted to do it all by yourself.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “But Mommy, in the end, I did ask you to show me how again and I was able to tie them!”

I affectionately tousled her curly hair with my hand. “That’s right, Sweetie. You sure did.”
“Mommy? I think I should tell Uncle Benny my story. Maybe it will help him.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but thought better of it.

“You know what? I think I have a very smart girl.”

********************This story is completely fictional. I wrote it as a writing exercise, while eating some very yummy Christmas pizza. I hope you enjoyed it! Merry Christmas to you all!************************

I Sold My First Story!

I’m so excited! Over the past few years, I’ve gotten less shy, putting my scribblings here on this blog for the world to see. But, I was still afraid to submit anything to be published. Secretly, I was terrified of being rejected. Finally, a few months ago, I gathered up my courage and sent a story and two poems out to a local paper. Weeks went by and I didn’t hear a word. I gloomily accepted the fact that they must have rejected my story.

Then, the last Wednesday in October, I came home from work and found an envelope waiting for me on the kitchen counter. It contained a check for $45 and a letter of acceptance! Click here  to view a PDF of my story, as seen in the Green Mountain Trading Post.