These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
From Jackie's Girl, by Kathy McKeon. It's 1964, and a young Irish immigrant is settling in as live-in personal assistant to one of the most famous women in the world, Jacqueline Kennedy. While she enjoys helping "Madam" with couture and jewels for glamorous nights out...
But a different, even lovelier light came through when she was in her favorite tee shirt or turtleneck, in those tender hours when she could be just a devoted mother or friend, unscrutinized by the world. I was touched whenever I saw her eating lunch in the kitchen with (4-year-old) John while Caroline was at school, indulging his endless questions and listening to his funny little stories.