An Observation with Exclamation

I gave it a week,

Might I say it was sweet,

Then I loosened the knot,

And wham, I fell to my knees,

I cried out, “Quick, I need a repeat!”

I blew it. I embraced it.

I gave my heart at the start of the year,

Day 1 through 7th, not a scratch, not a tear.

On the 8th day, it happened,

My world crumbled, it all fell apart,

My computer crashed,

“No,” I yelled out, “Dude, it’s too soon,

I need a new start. What am I gonna do?”

The words ricocheted throughout the room.

Is this a glimpse into another year of doom?

The pandemic kept me in lock down,

I occupied my time writing until I was spent.

Now, encased on a dead hard drive

I can’t recover any of those documents?

Well… I’m just not ready, oh no, there is no way

I’m accepting this roller coaster ride for another day.

With a new computer and soon a vaccine

I’m taking on this year by its ring a ding, a ding, ding, a ding, ..a ding,.. ding ..ding

And that’s the way I see it;

Doree Anderson

Welcome to a whole New Year

It feels like a whole new year, this 2021. Maybe it’s my brain set. And that’s okay. I say whatever gets us through. If we can feel good about a date, I say jump on board. Grab that cord and wrap it, snag the end and brace yourself. Take that ride.

I’ve nailed my goals down. I am determined this year to get two polished to perfection books from beginning -to- edit to published. A middle grade and a young adult novel. I have even put money down on The Write Practice novel in a year program that takes you from idea, to layout, to edit with agents and editors, to publishing. I’ve named it my Get Your Bootie Super Glued to the Bottom of Your Chair. Spread your bottom, extend your pages program. Goal two) I will blog at least once every two weeks. Yes, I know, it will cause major migraines of insufferable pain just attempting to pull something from my tiny mind with tweezers to write, but I’ll find it. I’m sure. I bribe, I cry, I have temper tantrums down to an award-winning performance. Goal 3) Goodreads and I have signed a private contract. Something to do with reading 40 books this year. Oh, and they need to be both non fiction and fiction, and none of this all short stories. Nope, this year, we toss in some actual three or four hundred pages… I know! Right?

I wrote my resolutions in pencil at a specific time for the month of January. This is the 6:00 am exercise M,W,T,F, W1; M,T,T,F, W2, etc. Laundry, Cleaning, etc. I’ve gotten to know myself pretty well in the last 63 years and I pencil these resolutions in because of my tendency to promise myself I’ll stick with them, but things get switched around or dropped off the old calendar usually by month two. But then after a month or two down the road, I’ll recall how good I felt, and that I got through that first month. So maybe… and then I do, re-attempt these resolutions at least twice more during the year.

Here I am at the 3rd of January with a smile on my face, yeah. Join me for the rest of the year and see if we all make it to the end grinnin’, Okay?

Doree Anderson MG/YA Author/Humor

Writer who spreads love through a child’s’ giggles.

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2020 Bye Bye

As the years pile on, the thrill slips away. I find my eagerness toward holidays wane. People need power cords or batteries. A zap of energy would work for me.

In earlier years, I loved to decorator. When we had a holiday coming round, I’d break out the boxes or take a quick trip to the closest hobby store. By the way, it’s also a great time for a good cleaning. When the red, white, and blue is replaced with back to school, remember to rearrange the furniture too. I’ve learned, the hard way, that a wayward plastic spider found roaming the floor around Thanksgiving isn’t fun.

I loved that feeling of joy going from Halloween to Thanksgiving, to Christmas.

And then a new year arrives with eagerness. January is a decoration free, wiped down, squeaky clean beginning. A new start with a list of goals and trips to make.

2020 Began exactly as it should. February was good. March had a whole unique plan… No, oh no, from here the world went kaput.

So, from here on out… I am demanding a synopsis. A little idea on what’s coming around the corner each month. Thank you… please. No COVID-19, no earthquake, or hundred miles an-hour winds that knock over the neighbor’s trees against our house.   

I spent a couple of days boxing up the few Thanksgiving decorations and bring down the Christmas decorations. Halloween was a bust. Fall wasn’t much, and I didn’t know how much of Christmas I cared to display. After grinching a moment, I’m happy to say, the stockings are up; the lights are lit, and we welcome Santa to play. I have bulbs on my tree, and a present or three, I’m ready for Christmas day.

Have a Healthy and Safe Holiday Season!

Doree Anderson

Thanks For Giving

This is the time of year when we sit around the table and give thanks to everyone and everything that we appreciate and lift a glass of cheer. But not this year!

This year, we are all praying for a shot. A perfect cure for the biggest crisis that this world has ever endured.  Even wars haven’t taken on the whole globe like this stupid sickness has. Whoever it is we are to accuse, bat, technician, or the cute little turkey in the picture on the left, we all need to wear a mask, keep our six foot of distance and remember to keep our hands clean. Easily the three most important things to do. Do It. These citizens who think that they are being violated need to get the heads out from under the rock. Ignorance doesn’t pass you by. You can and will cause others to die. And frankly if it were up to me, I’d (I’m sorry but) spit in their eye.

If someone tells me that I’m offending them for wearing a mask, they deserve my irritation. I have every right to protect myself and my family. If they hate their own kids, and elderly, that is their too bad.

This is the time to take care of the elderly, the poor, the hungry by giving and if that means simply wear a mask, then do it.

Doree

Happy Thanksgiving

It’s the Fourth of July

Is it okay to say I love this country? Is it allowed for me to admit that I am a white, born and raised American female. Is it acceptable that I admit that I never lived in a house that owned, discriminated or treated any other race differently than myself?

That said, I will admit that I am mad about the defacing of my country. The destruction that others are pouring on the history of the land that represents all that I am.

History… the whole series of past events connected with someone or something.

Without history, you have no present. Tearing it down doesn’t make it go away. It happened, give the world a break. African Americans, if you want to be treated with the same respect of Americans, perhaps you might want to drop the ‘African.’ You demand through that alone to separate yourselves from every country, frankly. You became slaves, not because of America, but because the tribes in Africa sold you to Americans and placed you into slavery. Quit blaming us.

The Jewish have the right to condemn, protest and scream for the recognition that their countrymen were put through during the Holocaust. Innocent men, women, and children were killed, poisoned and put through genocide to their demise. Yet, they aren’t rioting on the streets of their country, breaking down and burning buildings, stealing and beating or killing others. They aren’t demanding citizens refer to them as Black Lives Matter and go so far as to paint the words in huge yellow letters on public streets. Jewish people show themselves as mature human beings. I’m saddened by the traits that some of our black’s demonstrate. ‘Jews Lives Matter’ especially after what they have suffered at the hands of a vicious man.

No single life matters anymore than anyone else. EVERY LIFE MATTERS. A HEART BEATS A LIFE EXISTS AND THAT LIFE MATTERS. PERIOD!

Today is our country’s date of celebration. Our founding fathers signed the constitution of the United States. We pledge allegiance to the flag for the republic for which it stands. One nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.

Doree L Anderson

Corvid-19 A Whole New World

Required face gear

One morning, in the month of March,

 As I eagerly dressed for school,

My Mom stopped at my door and sadly said,

“I’m sorry, but our world has proved a fool,

So for the unseen future everything is closed

Including business, stores, and schools.”

“It’s a weekday, what has changed?” I asked.

Besides my mom, who’s now deranged.

Our world was accidently exposed to

A Pandemic and death toles that constantly grows.

Schools are locked down until further advised

The world’s quarantined and her people, terrorized.

I’m a teenager, I’ll never survive

I’m made for this world, outdoors, not inside.

You can’t lock me away. I’ve got to shine

Pandemic? Say what, color me blind

How can this happen, with science and all?

We slept on the job and This Pandemic is our downfall.

Doree Anderson

Quarantined… Stay Inside Earthquake… Get the Cars Outside?

In March 16th, Salt Lake City residents woke up at 7:09 to a 5.7 Earthquake. Buildings in downtown Salt Lake City lost bricks. Pictures fell from walls, items tumble over, and down from shelves. Over 30 houses were displaced from their foundations in the West Valley area, and walls came down in several buildings within the city. But at the epic centers; Magna, Utah, the old buildings that graced main street suffered the some damage.

Here’s the thing… hearts are already pounding against our chests. Stress is huge boulders sitting on our shoulders, and then… Ah, hello! Make the earth move under our feet and pictures shake off of our shelves because the Corona-virus isn’t enough. Lets throw an earthquake upon the nice people of Salt Lake County. It’s just what they needed. NOT!

I had finally slept in. The first time since the virus situation began. The bed began to move. Not gently, not like when the kitten jumps up to demand breakfast, or the dog takes a flying leap on top of me to say that a walk outside would be appreciated. This was a shake that told me something was wrong. The picture hanging on the wall above my head was actually slapping the wallboard behind it. Yep… that bad. I was up and dressed so fast, the dog would have been impressed except he was hiding somewhere else inside the house. He was scared out of his mind. 5.7 followed by over 200 after shocks, one 4.6 and a few 4.3, and on and on…

Dang happy when then came down to just a little shake and hummm

Get this virus over with, I need to calm down.

Doree Anderson,’ Keep on writing, my friends.

No Fireplace is Needed

No Fireplace is Needed

My new Children’s Picture Book

released 11-1-2019

Amazon, B&N, IngramSparks,

Mobley,

No Fireplace is Needed: is a story that came from a question my darling daughter asked me when she was six years old.

“Mommy, we don’t got a fireplace. So, how will Santa be able to leave my good girl toys under the Christmas tree?”

I too, had to wonder about that one. I looked around our house and worried that it would certainly be hard for jolly ‘ole Santa to leave his wrapped packages beneath our Christmas Tree. 

You see, I dare not leave a key beneath the mat outside our front door. Honestly, I couldn’t think that Santa had the time to get out of the sleigh, find the key, open the door, step inside, then close and lock the door behind him. Especially since  we didn’t live in a very good neighborhood.

So, after a long period of time, I thought about the special magic that Santa brings with him. 

Here is a special Jolly ‘ole Man, who travels the world in one night and delivers special gifts to every good little girl and boy, how could one little problem like a house without a fireplace stop him? Well, it just couldn’t.

In “No Fireplace Is Needed,” Santa finds a special way to deliver gifts into even my little home.

Doree Anderson

Halloween Parade

Halloween Parade
09/25/2019

Where have I been… thinking I can do nine things at once. Guess what. (pink cheeks and eyes toward the ceiling) I can’t. That’s right. But I did get this out by the 25th. I just never made it back to the computer to brag about it… Noodle time.

But its OUT, UP, and ABLE to be purchased. Whether you want it through Amazon or the mail, it be available. I am tickle with the way this turned out. Truly darling pictures and not a one too scary. Hey, I am a wimp and I did have my doubts. If it scared me, would it scare a little dude? Probably not, they can handle a lot more then me. I scream when kittens jump out at me! I’m not kidding.

Anyway, here it be… a fun little book about a Halloween Parade and the adventure you’ll see as my buddy’s, Dracula, the Wolf-man, Frankenstein and Elvira the witch make a trip down a sidewalk one Halloween evening.

May you have a wonderful day this October 1st. 2019. I’m pulling out all my cute, and scary, Halloween decorations. Join me and decorated your home too.

Waaaaaah

Doree

She be done, captain!

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I couldn’t be more excited… well, yes I can. I have two more children’s books in the production line, if I completed them; I’d be ecstatic. Ah, let me restart this… I am really excited to say that the book I’ve been writing for the last, ah four months has reached its conclusion. Mommy’s in the Military is short. Only 16 pages, but it has gone every which way but head first into file 13.

Parental separation is a consistent situation in America. With the chaos overseas and in the middle-east, I’m lucky. Surprised, but lucky that no one in my immediate family is going through this right now. My niece’s son joined the military and reported when he graduated from high school, So, to say that I’ve experienced what my antagonist has gone through is false. But I have witnessed the pain that a child feels when a parent leaves for deployment. The bravery a small tyke goes through when mom/dad walks away from him/her to join up with their crew, is heart twisting.

And then, the words like an arrow through your heart; “How come I can’t go?” Or “How come I have to stay here?” And the (knock you to the floor) killer, “What did I do? I’ll fix it. I promise. Just don’t go. Please.”  And, if they’ve grasped the situation just enough, they ask, “How long are you gonna be gone?” “Can you call me?”

But go, they do. It’s not a request. Orders from the military aren’t a maybe or, “hey, when you get a chance, pop on down, would ya?”

I love this country. We do what we can to keep our country free and safe.

Doree