Happy Valentine's Day

DEAR  FRIENDS,
Happy Valentine’s Day -- What a perfect time to thank all of you for all the love and heartfelt acts of kindness you showed me during my brain surgery in September.  In this modern world where civility is so rare, I am here to tell you that the affection and wonderful tales of friendships completely overpowered all things negative.  David and I were totally  blown away by the flowers, the cards, the e-mails, the phone calls.  It was heartwarming; when we checked out of our hotel (where we stayed for several weeks after the surgery) the front desk clerk said:  “You got more mail, more flowers and more phone calls than any guest we’ve ever had.  You must have a lot of friends and be a really good person!”

I must say I was so pleased with my family who came through with flying colors. 

Getting to Yes

"Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery." 

                                                      Jane Austen

As a humor writer, I like to make people laugh.  As an optimistic person who happens to be a  reporter, I like to report good news.  If I had my way, all my writing would sound like a compilation of Mark Twain, P.G. Wodehouse and Erma Bombeck.  I am an admirer of Gilbert and Sullivan operas, Noel Coward plays, and snappy Cole Porter tunes.  Nedra, my British chum, describes my writing as "champagne bubbles, light, frothy and charming."

But as much as I always  wanted to play the part of  the delightful, bratty (it's-all -about-me)  Eloise  whose mantra is  "I -can-do-whatever-I please cause  I'm Eloise,"  I'm from a different tribe altogether, one far far away from blond blue eyed six-year-old girls who live at the Plaza Hotel.

My DNA  is not  programmed for being Eloise (who I suspect is Episcopalian) or one of the upper crust in the delightful P.G. Wodehouse tomes.  These characters are charming  twits of the finest order. Their biggest concerns are centered on  the minutiae of the  day--- episode after episode about stolen cow creamers and  house  parties filled with bickering amusing aunts and divine French food.

Nice work if you can get it but these choices weren't available to me,a Jewish girl in rural Indiana.  Tuna noodle casserole was the Hoosier state's most exotic fare and Jewish humor was more like angst, about as far from crisp British subtlety as possible.