In Google searching my own book I found this wonderful review by Lisa Fox. Although I’m two years behind in posting it, it bears repeating IMHO.
An audio book is currently in the works for those who’d rather listen than read. I’m very excited about this project as it is being narrated by the author. 😉
LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE is available from the publishing house, owned and operated by Lia Wu. Click her picture to check out the site as this small publishing company is growing and on the rise. 😀 And of course, my book is available.
The book is also available at Amazon. Click picture below for Link.
And of course, click the link below to read Lisa’s review!
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This week’s prompt has us walking along a path under a bridge. To the right there is a narrow stream. The stream is flanked by grassy banks. On the pillars of the bridge you see splotches of mud and muddy handprints.
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Genre: Anecdote? Word Count: 100
MUDSLIDE
“Back in Abraham Lincoln’s day political candidates fought dirty,” said my fifth-grade teacher.
Suzie raised her hand. “Did they brawl in the mud like wrestlers?”
“Not exactly. What I mean is that instead of proclaiming their own good intentions, politicians spent their time ripping into their opponents.”
“Yeah,” said Billy. “They’d make speeches about the other guy’s nasty deeds to make themselves look good. Right, Mrs. Gerard?”
“Precisely. Fortunately, we’ve moved beyond those times as a civilized nation.”
Today, some sixty years later, head pounding, I switch off a mudslinging, political advertisement on television and sigh. “What happened to ‘civil-ization’?”
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Prompt Description: Two red Adirondak chairs are side by side on the bank of a river. There’s a person in one of the chairs. There’s a tree and green grass in front of the chairs. It looks like there’s a small island on the other side of the river.
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Genre: Hysterical Fiction Word Count: 100
CLICK THE FROG
Rochelle stretched her legs and gazed at the waves. How could she have missed it?
“It could’ve happened to anyone,” said Dale. “Cut yourself some slack.”
“I guess.” Rochelle sighed. “Nancy nailed me on it. I really didn’t remember using that photo, did you?”
“It looked kind-a familiar. And wouldn’t you know it? I wrote a similar story to what I wrote for it three years ago.”
Rochelle stood and waded into the chilly lake. “Can you believe I’ve been doing this crazy blog challenge every week for the last fourteen years?”
Dale raised her wine glass. “Viva Friday Fictioneers!”
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When my friend Kathy asked if I could paint a picture of an antique typewriter, I replied, “I’m willing to give it a shot. I enjoy a challenge.”
I studied my model. Had I overestimated my ability?
To make an accurate sketch I used a drafting ruler. I counted each key. Everything had to be proportionately correct. Thank goodness I have a kneaded eraser and know how to use it.
Sketch complete, I relaxed a bit and dove into the watercolor.
Final note: While this composition has been hugely successful as prints and notecards, the original painting is still available.
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Every day it’s a-gettin’ closer. Goin’ faster than a roller coaster… I think back to the day we said our “I do’s.” Sometimes we did. And all too often we didn’t. Three babies came. Thankfully, one at a time—each with his own unique personality. We weathered the lean times. Hamburger Helper was what was for dinner. We endured the alone times—both physical and emotional. We survived chicken pox, broken bones and injuries requiring stitches. Every day it’s a-gettin’ closer Goin’ faster than a roller coaster Life was never ever neat. Love like yours has surely come my way.
Tomorrow marks our 53rd year of marriage. Our parents gave us six months. I guess we beat those odds. Sometimes I think we stayed together out of pure stubborness. At any rate, I’ve waxed reflective this month. Thank you for understanding. 😉
If you don’t already have an earworm, let me help. 😉
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When I was a small child, we all went to the same synagogue. Passover seders and bar mitzvah receptions were epic events.
I remember how excited I was to be the flower girl at my cousin Marshall’s wedding. So nervous, walking down the aisle, I forgot to throw the petals.
We grew up, married and went our separate ways. My parents, aunts, uncles, and most of my cousins succumbed to the inevitable.
Time has scattered the rest of us to the wind. Fewer invitations, cards, or even texts are sent. Recently I learned of Marshall’s passing—in a Facebook post.
Mishpocha is Yiddish for family. L’chaim! To Life!
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“It was a matter of time,” I told Lois. “The man was evil personified. He cast a dark shadow on everything and everyone. It boiled down to where and when.”
Lois looked up from her register. “How did you end up doing it?”
“Derringer at close range.”
A gasp interrupted our conversation. I turned to see a blue-haired lady clutching a cantaloupe, her eyes wide and mouth agape.
Busted! My cheeks blazed. I flashed a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was listening.”
“Not to worry,” Lois pointed at me. “She’s just a crazy writer.”
It’s not exactly fiction. An author needs to be careful what she says in public. 😉 Believe me, this character really did need killing.
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Happy May, Everyone! It seems whatever issues WP has had with sign ins and commentors continues. I had a few comments from Annonymous last week. I noticed also that I’m not the only one. A few times I’ve had to sign back in to leave a comment. It is rather irritating. If you could leave your name it would be helpful. Thank you.
Genre: Coming of Age Word Count: 100
MUZAK TO MY EARS
In my teens I was a raving Beatles fan. Oh, the memories each of their songs evokes from different stages of my adolescence.
I still have my collection of vinyl 45 rpm records. Not familiar? Look them up. No time to elaborate in one hundred words.
One afternoon my mother came into my room as I was rocking to “I am the Walrus.” With a disgusted look she said, “You only tell yourself you like that dreck.”
Seriously I still love the crazy cacophony.
Imagine my surprise the other day when I heard it as background music in the supermarket.
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Last Dance With Annie, by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, will be available June 4th in paperback, hardcover, and ebook. Preorder on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and more!
“Much flows through the pages of “Last Dance” and all of it is worth reading. In this well-written, poignant story, Wisoff-Fields offers the reader a front row seat into less-spoken-of and rarely seen realities of lives weighted by years of expectation, exploitation, secrecy, trauma, and turmoil; but also to the powers of love, truth, and creativity to offer healing and feed hope. As Elise and those around her lose, then seek to find their step, we weep with, cheer for, and dance with them. Hurrah, Rochelle, for a story well told!”
Na’ama Yehuda, MSC SLP (Author: Communicating Trauma, Emilia, Outlawed Hope, Apples in Applath)
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Had it not been for scouting, I might never have seen the great outdoors beyond my backyard. My parents adhered to the eleventh commandment—“Jews don’t camp.”
Overnights were the best. Following an afternoon hike, we’d gather round the campfire. Our mouths and fingers gooey from roasted marshmallows, we topped off the day scaring each other with ghost stories.
“My uncle found a man’s head in the grass,” said Lucy in a loud whisper.
Margo added, “His golden eyes glowed.”
Back home in my own bed, I wouldn’t sleep for a month without a nightlight.
