I'm very busy raising an eight year old grandson who has cerebral palsy and is blind in one eye.
I'm editing several novels and have completed two illustrated poetry books. Currently I'm looking for interested publishers.
Would love to keep in touch with everyone who enjoys my poetry but there is never enough time. If you'd like updates on what's going on, you'll find it here.
Newsletter Dated: 8/25/2004 6:48:47 PM
Subject: Sandy's Chatterbox
School will be starting out here on September 7th and Doogie will be going in the fifth grade! Like most children his age, he isn't looking forward to it :)!
Meanwhile, my publisher is putting together illustrated poetry book #3 'Wings'. #2 'A Touch of the West' is available now.
Al also made a web page for me--five pages! (It's still under construction :)!) My web page address is:
Please stop by. Leave a joke if you like. Here are two true jokes. (Yes, I'm a blond :)!)
When our grandson, then 7, began having trouble with his vision (he was born prematurely and had R.O.P.--underdeveloped eyes), I told him we had to pray that things would improve for him.
"Grandma, do you pray often?"
I nodded. "Wherever I am, whenever I feel the need."
"Wow" His eyes were huge as he took all this in. "Is God like your best friend?"
"Yes, indeed." I smiled. "Why, I've known him since I was a young girl about your age."
"Really?" My grandson smiled. "Can you tell me who's older ... you or God?"
When I first began working as a corporation vault teller, I had no previous banking experience. My trainer--very patient--took time to explain most everything but, tiny details were often omitted. Thus, when I first came across a torn dollar bill, I was confused as to what to do with it.
"Mutilate it, separate it from the rest of the bills."
"But," I protested, "someone already mutilated it."
She waved her hand. "That's beside the point! YOU need to mutilate it! If you don't, the Office of the Treasury will not replace it!"
She left me for a moment to speak with another teller.
So, thinking I had this 'duty' to the U.S. government, I began tearing the dollar bill into tiny little pieces.
Suddenly my trainer turned, saw what I was doing, and rushed over saying ... "Why did you tear that bill up? Now we have to tape it back together!"
As if on clue, the manager showed up in my defense. "Remember, Lois, that she takes everything litterally! She does whatever YOU tell her to do! What did you say?"
Her head hung. "I told her to mutilate the bill!"
Keep in touch and take care.