Here is what I have learned from writing that I would like to pass on to you. We all have dormant
talents that lie inside of us. Can you imagine what you might have inside
of you that has not yet surfaced? I say this because if I can write a 325-page
book—which hopefully has kept you entertained if you have read it, —can you imagine the
endless possibilities in all of us? I do not doubt that we need something to
inspire us or trigger the passion, but maybe there is an easier way as well.
Just take one moment. Please close your eyes and take in a deep breath and
think about something you might have wanted to do at one point of your life,
but now feel it is too late. Keep that thought.
Peggy Lee must have had her own reasons for singing the plaintive tune “Is
that all there is?” but we don’t all have to see life like that. I live agelessly and
passionately and so can you. Many of us think that it is too late to change our
lives or begin something new; especially those women who are forty, fifty, sixty.
Are you now worrying about being “age appropriate”? Maybe you have cut your
hair or lengthened your dress or have stopped wearing sexy clothes with the fear
that you now look silly. Perhaps you have shied away from doing something
you really wanted to do in your life and are saying the words, “If only it were
10 years back.” Some people are truly happy with themselves and their lives,
and I say Bravo because there is nothing better.
However, I am speaking to the women who are letting their lives go by because they think that nothing new lies ahead of them and feel they are getting too old to change it. Their children
are grown; they were their life and they long for grandchildren to come so they
can start all over and feel purposeful again. They follow their husbands or if not
married worry about finding another mate to fulfill them. They do not think
there is anything ahead that they can do to change or excite them.
I say there is. Lots, but you need the spirit in you to come out and to make
new things happen.
Carol sue Gershman
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
New York City. I have arrived!
Do you enjoy New York?
It is a action packed city and presently the city is packed. Truly I have never seen anything like it. You can hardly walk on the street.
I moved back to my apartment on the upper west side after having driven from Florida. I think what I enjoy the most in life is car travel going from one place to another with all of my possessions with me. It is quite entertaining but more about that later.
The city is bursting with pride and now some of the streets in the Times Square area are for pedestrians only. We can now sit at little tables sipping coffee at what was once a busy transit street. It is so cool. I think I might have seen it in Europe or maybe South Beach on New Years eve. But never New York. A lovely change.
Ido not have much luck in my apartment. Do you remember the smoker in Miami? Well now I have a sax guy who practices his instrument right above me. This is crazy. I do not like noise or smoke under any circumstances; yet the Lord seems to send that to me.
What will NYC bring to me after all of these years? Will it send me back to Miami or will it allow me to find a good life here; maybe a new man, new friends, new book talks. It is a incredible city, and as I said, packed with people excitement and goodness..
But surely lacking that balmy Miami Breeze that feels oh so good.
Come and visit and most of all hav a Beautiful Thanksgiving day.
Carol Sue Gershman
It is a action packed city and presently the city is packed. Truly I have never seen anything like it. You can hardly walk on the street.
I moved back to my apartment on the upper west side after having driven from Florida. I think what I enjoy the most in life is car travel going from one place to another with all of my possessions with me. It is quite entertaining but more about that later.
The city is bursting with pride and now some of the streets in the Times Square area are for pedestrians only. We can now sit at little tables sipping coffee at what was once a busy transit street. It is so cool. I think I might have seen it in Europe or maybe South Beach on New Years eve. But never New York. A lovely change.
Ido not have much luck in my apartment. Do you remember the smoker in Miami? Well now I have a sax guy who practices his instrument right above me. This is crazy. I do not like noise or smoke under any circumstances; yet the Lord seems to send that to me.
What will NYC bring to me after all of these years? Will it send me back to Miami or will it allow me to find a good life here; maybe a new man, new friends, new book talks. It is a incredible city, and as I said, packed with people excitement and goodness..
But surely lacking that balmy Miami Breeze that feels oh so good.
Come and visit and most of all hav a Beautiful Thanksgiving day.
Carol Sue Gershman
Monday, November 16, 2009
All about you. The working Woman Part 3
So you are the one who deserves the real applause. Imagine, you have awakened the kids, cooked breakfast, tried to do a little straightening in the house or at least scheduled the plumber, you had to get yourself dressed, say goodbye to your husband, who was racing out of the house and also needed some help, and maybe even had to run a car pool. Oh my goodness!
Now with two hours already packed in with chores you are finally on your way to work. Not only did you have a job this morning in your home, a job with your kids, but now you have to go to a money paying job with all of the pressures that will be put upon you today.
Don't let me sound as if this is terrible, it is not, it is admirable. Women are able to accomplish so many things and all at the same time.
It is a marvel that we keep it all together. And then there is the job of keeping your husband and your relationship rewarding and fulfilling. With some hope you have a good working relationship where you are sharing and discovering newness each day, at least each week. I had to laugh today at Sarah Palin on Oprah, when our brilliant Oprah asked here how she thought she would take care of five kids, run her life and run the country had she been elected. Well Sarah, did not think it was any big deal, as a matter of fact, I don't think Sarah even thought about it. She would figure it out as she went along. She responded there are tons of aunts and uncles and cousins in Alaska, we all would have helped one another. Well maybe so, but the White House is in Washington Sarah, and most of us have a job running our lives and kids never mind running the U. S.
So with all of the pressures upon you, the most important thing is to keep yourself looking good. Vanity is wonderful! Never thing that it is not. Please do not get fat (over weight) it deprives you of the energy you need. Please exercise, if you don't that too will lower your energy level. But with the right diet, exercise and right hair style accomplishment just comes.
Keep up the good work! (and I mean work)
Carol Sue Gershman
Now with two hours already packed in with chores you are finally on your way to work. Not only did you have a job this morning in your home, a job with your kids, but now you have to go to a money paying job with all of the pressures that will be put upon you today.
Don't let me sound as if this is terrible, it is not, it is admirable. Women are able to accomplish so many things and all at the same time.
It is a marvel that we keep it all together. And then there is the job of keeping your husband and your relationship rewarding and fulfilling. With some hope you have a good working relationship where you are sharing and discovering newness each day, at least each week. I had to laugh today at Sarah Palin on Oprah, when our brilliant Oprah asked here how she thought she would take care of five kids, run her life and run the country had she been elected. Well Sarah, did not think it was any big deal, as a matter of fact, I don't think Sarah even thought about it. She would figure it out as she went along. She responded there are tons of aunts and uncles and cousins in Alaska, we all would have helped one another. Well maybe so, but the White House is in Washington Sarah, and most of us have a job running our lives and kids never mind running the U. S.
So with all of the pressures upon you, the most important thing is to keep yourself looking good. Vanity is wonderful! Never thing that it is not. Please do not get fat (over weight) it deprives you of the energy you need. Please exercise, if you don't that too will lower your energy level. But with the right diet, exercise and right hair style accomplishment just comes.
Keep up the good work! (and I mean work)
Carol Sue Gershman
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Stay at home housewife... It is all about you Series 2
It is early morning; you are frantic waking up the kids, running to the kitchen to start breakfast, yelling or calling out their names because they are late coming to the breakfast table, the kids are already arguing, you husband is rushing and sprouting orders, your dog is yelping. Finally the House empties and there you are alone. Ahhh!
You are now facing a sink full and table full of dirty dishes, bedrooms that have to be cleaned, is it laundry day? Is it a more through cleaning day? How much do you have to accomplish in the next seven hours until the kids come home again to mess up all of your hard work? Take in a deep breath; it is all about you now.
Maybe times have changed but that is what it was like for me as a housewife.
Here is what to do.
Clear the table and get rid of the dirty dishes
Then, take a shower and fix you up.
Pretend you are a housekeeper coming in for the day. they have to arrive neat and clean, so that is what you need to do.
Make yourself look like you are ready to go out, put on makeup, fix your hair and dress comfortably with yes, a sexy top.
You will immediately have a different attitude when you pick up the dust mop
Between phone calls and watching your favorite shows , music is preferred, do some stretching.
Actually house work is good for us, think about how many times you have squatted, lifted, twisted, swung your arms with a vaccume?
The house is neat now, so perhaps you will run some errands. Wow, look how good you look, ready to go out!
Think too of what you might be creating if you were not a housewife.. Remember those thoughts, in fact write them down. They are your dreams for a bit later on.
Tomorrow, the working housewife in "It is all about you"
carol sue gershman
You are now facing a sink full and table full of dirty dishes, bedrooms that have to be cleaned, is it laundry day? Is it a more through cleaning day? How much do you have to accomplish in the next seven hours until the kids come home again to mess up all of your hard work? Take in a deep breath; it is all about you now.
Maybe times have changed but that is what it was like for me as a housewife.
Here is what to do.
Clear the table and get rid of the dirty dishes
Then, take a shower and fix you up.
Pretend you are a housekeeper coming in for the day. they have to arrive neat and clean, so that is what you need to do.
Make yourself look like you are ready to go out, put on makeup, fix your hair and dress comfortably with yes, a sexy top.
You will immediately have a different attitude when you pick up the dust mop
Between phone calls and watching your favorite shows , music is preferred, do some stretching.
Actually house work is good for us, think about how many times you have squatted, lifted, twisted, swung your arms with a vaccume?
The house is neat now, so perhaps you will run some errands. Wow, look how good you look, ready to go out!
Think too of what you might be creating if you were not a housewife.. Remember those thoughts, in fact write them down. They are your dreams for a bit later on.
Tomorrow, the working housewife in "It is all about you"
carol sue gershman
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
It is all about you Post 1
How are you today and what are you doing to fill your day?
Most likely you are going off to work or staying home with the kids or sleeping. Here it is 7:17 a. m.
If you are going off to work, I hope you look your best. I never had the luxury of dressing for work as for me my work usually was done from home. But the few times that I did, I remember feeling empowered and important. It was nice to dress in a sophisticated style and put on high heels early in the morning. Is that how you look? However you dress, looking good makes us feel better. It lifts our spirit. Compliments feel good. There was a point in my life that compliments annoyed me as strange as that might seem. I did not like the fuss and felt embarrassed. Then one day I looked the other person in the eye and said thank you. Enjoy your compliments, and the person who is giving you one, and by all means give them back cause it could change an entire day for someone. I know it had that effect on me.
So today's all about you is the take a better look in the mirror and refresh yourself with shiny hair and a smile. Off you go!
carol sue gershman
Most likely you are going off to work or staying home with the kids or sleeping. Here it is 7:17 a. m.
If you are going off to work, I hope you look your best. I never had the luxury of dressing for work as for me my work usually was done from home. But the few times that I did, I remember feeling empowered and important. It was nice to dress in a sophisticated style and put on high heels early in the morning. Is that how you look? However you dress, looking good makes us feel better. It lifts our spirit. Compliments feel good. There was a point in my life that compliments annoyed me as strange as that might seem. I did not like the fuss and felt embarrassed. Then one day I looked the other person in the eye and said thank you. Enjoy your compliments, and the person who is giving you one, and by all means give them back cause it could change an entire day for someone. I know it had that effect on me.
So today's all about you is the take a better look in the mirror and refresh yourself with shiny hair and a smile. Off you go!
carol sue gershman
Monday, November 9, 2009
New York City. Here I come
I am a New Yorker, although for 15 years I have been a Miami an.
Not such a bad life style, but now it is time to move back. Lucky for me I kept my apt. in NYC. It has been rented out all of these years with periodic visits from me.
New Yorkers have the right idea. They live in NYC and in summer go back and forth to the Hamptons.
Snow Birders have the right idea. The live 6 moths in the north and 6 months in the nice warmth.
I have never had that kind of luxury because wherever I go, I must rent my apt. to pay for the one I am going to next.
I can never come back early-on cause I do not have a home. It is rented.
Going back and forth to the Hamptons is not possible for me; it must be one or the other. My lifestyle is dependent on tenants.
Years ago I would travel to, let us say Europe and come back richer than if I had stayed in New York. Our dollar was worth so much more elsewhere.
But now it is pay back time because it will cost me more to live in NYC than Miami, but you know, it is all about the Jewish Lady, the black man and the road trip. I need to be in ny to promote it; it has just turned out that way, so I will spend my winter in NYC.
I will miss your ocean breeze Miami; people love the surf, I love the breeze. When I walk out into that balmy warm breeze, I always say. Ahhh this is too too wonderful.
I like the snow too and hope it snows lots this winter.
Anyway see you in NYC.
Carol Sue Gershman
Not such a bad life style, but now it is time to move back. Lucky for me I kept my apt. in NYC. It has been rented out all of these years with periodic visits from me.
New Yorkers have the right idea. They live in NYC and in summer go back and forth to the Hamptons.
Snow Birders have the right idea. The live 6 moths in the north and 6 months in the nice warmth.
I have never had that kind of luxury because wherever I go, I must rent my apt. to pay for the one I am going to next.
I can never come back early-on cause I do not have a home. It is rented.
Going back and forth to the Hamptons is not possible for me; it must be one or the other. My lifestyle is dependent on tenants.
Years ago I would travel to, let us say Europe and come back richer than if I had stayed in New York. Our dollar was worth so much more elsewhere.
But now it is pay back time because it will cost me more to live in NYC than Miami, but you know, it is all about the Jewish Lady, the black man and the road trip. I need to be in ny to promote it; it has just turned out that way, so I will spend my winter in NYC.
I will miss your ocean breeze Miami; people love the surf, I love the breeze. When I walk out into that balmy warm breeze, I always say. Ahhh this is too too wonderful.
I like the snow too and hope it snows lots this winter.
Anyway see you in NYC.
Carol Sue Gershman
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Halloween 09
Halloween Miami Beach, Florida
Always the biggest parade of fun on Lincoln Road.
And this Halloween my friend Lynnia and I were given tickets to see the Color Purple by dear friend Cheryl who would be out of town.
I was eagerly looking forward to it; Lynnia has a great spirit who loves to dress and together we would kill, joining the yearly lavish fun Halloween parade on LIncoln Road after the show. My outfit was wild. Long gold loose pants, a fringed shawl given to me by my friend Clara and over that I wore a red velvet and gold trimmed cape topped off with a straw and gold sequined top hat. Fun was ahead. I will tell you the secret of my cape; you know how they wrap material around a bark of a Xmas tree, well I turned it into a cape.
Cinderella took the bus and heads turned at the bus stop looking at me, but it was surely the easiest way to get there.
Lynnia arrived decked out in a harem costume and by the way out of the thousands in the audience only 5 dressed for Halloween. Are we five that out of the norm? I guess we are! I noticed she did not look as well as she usually does.
The curtain went up and the colorful purple show began. They were doing a great job on stage when Lynnia let out her first sneeze. I knew it was the kind of sneeze with more to come. Now we all know about the flu and protecting ourselves. And me? I am laughed at in my family when anyone shows any signs of a cold, I run and say, “don’t come near me!” Then she stared to sniff, so I turned and asked her, the question of the night. “Are you sick?” “Yes, she said, I just don’t feel well.” Oh my goodness, she actually is sick.
How would I get through the rest of the evening with a person who is coming down with a cold while I am trying to be compassionate towards her? First I moved as far to the end of my seat away from her as I could and when she spoke I covered up my nose and mouth with my red velvet cape. All I could think about was that I was already incubating. The curtain came down and with that she said, “I don’t feel well and want to go home, do you mind, she thinking that our fun night together was ruined and I would be upset. “Oh no, I don’t mind, go home and take care of yourself.” And let me breath please. So the Harem Queen departed. Relieved, sat and watched the second act and here is my review. I loved the movie and watched it many times, it broke my heart and filled me with emotion, the cast so brilliant. I do not understand why they would turn that story into a musical loosing the heartbreak of the book and film. But the characters did what they were told and all did a great job.
All the time I wished I was on Lincoln Road parading around on my own stage.
It finally happily ended and I scooted up the aisle. I would take the bus again to Lincoln Road and avoid the hassle. Walking up the still empty street I ran into my neighbor Rosalie and her husband. We exchanged greetings and she asked if I would like a ride. I was thinking if it would be just as easy for me to go by bus when suddenly I felt something loose on my foot; my gold sandal shoe had just broken. There I was without a right shoe limping; no way to keep it on when I said, “Yes, please I would love a ride,” I removed my shoes now walking completely barefoot. Who cares if I am barefoot, just let me get to Lincoln Road hoping that Rosalie would move swiftly.
It took no time at all to get the car and then the traffic came, the traffic, the traffic. Unimaginable bumper to bumper crawling at a no speed traffic as I quietly sat in the back seat. What if I had been on a bus after having waited for one to come? What is more, I know Lynnia would have only considered a cab to Lincoln, the meter ticking away at hundreds of dollars at this very moment. I sat back happily.
Rosalie was driving only caring about my bare feet. Our shoe sizes did not match and while I was insisting I did not care if I walked bare footed, I just wanted to get to the party scene, she was insisting that she would have to find me a pair of shoes in her closet to fit. She thought about her flip flops; she would run upstairs and get them for me; and so she did along with a plastic bag for the broken shoes. Now this is one fine lady.
I took off on foot, now glad to have the shoes; it was nearing midnight and I could hardly wait to get to the place I REALLY wanted to be on Halloween.
It is hard to describe a true nightmare. There were thousands and thousands of people shoved together in frightening masks and sweaty costumes, pushing together, and only moving just a few steps at a time. Lynnia’s cold? Nothing could compare to being locked in to the masses of people with no outlet coming in either direction. Surely, I would not have survived in bare feet. This went on for blocks, thinking that the next block would have to be better but it only got worse; I never saw anything like it. People actually having fun pushing each other drinking, cursing and sweating more. Have I lost my spirit? Is this what I loved so much for years and years or were there simply the triple amount of people who usually come out or just more sweat?
Somehow, I made my way to Ghiardelli ice cream parlor. I needed a reward. Strawberry ice cream with whipped cream, wonderful as I sat matching the ice cream with my frozen face; the outfit I was wearing now feeling heavy and uncomfortable loosing all of its glamour especially in flip flops. I sneaked down a side street and made my way to the bus home. As I got to the bus stop, it pulled away. Another one came, a mom with her kids giving them hand sanitizer and wipes sat next to me.
Peace and quiet my room finally; throwing my worn out attire on the floor getting into my wonderful bed. Oh Lynnia, I do hope you feel better today and thank you Cheryl for the tickets. Next year I will go to a retreat.
Always the biggest parade of fun on Lincoln Road.
And this Halloween my friend Lynnia and I were given tickets to see the Color Purple by dear friend Cheryl who would be out of town.
I was eagerly looking forward to it; Lynnia has a great spirit who loves to dress and together we would kill, joining the yearly lavish fun Halloween parade on LIncoln Road after the show. My outfit was wild. Long gold loose pants, a fringed shawl given to me by my friend Clara and over that I wore a red velvet and gold trimmed cape topped off with a straw and gold sequined top hat. Fun was ahead. I will tell you the secret of my cape; you know how they wrap material around a bark of a Xmas tree, well I turned it into a cape.
Cinderella took the bus and heads turned at the bus stop looking at me, but it was surely the easiest way to get there.
Lynnia arrived decked out in a harem costume and by the way out of the thousands in the audience only 5 dressed for Halloween. Are we five that out of the norm? I guess we are! I noticed she did not look as well as she usually does.
The curtain went up and the colorful purple show began. They were doing a great job on stage when Lynnia let out her first sneeze. I knew it was the kind of sneeze with more to come. Now we all know about the flu and protecting ourselves. And me? I am laughed at in my family when anyone shows any signs of a cold, I run and say, “don’t come near me!” Then she stared to sniff, so I turned and asked her, the question of the night. “Are you sick?” “Yes, she said, I just don’t feel well.” Oh my goodness, she actually is sick.
How would I get through the rest of the evening with a person who is coming down with a cold while I am trying to be compassionate towards her? First I moved as far to the end of my seat away from her as I could and when she spoke I covered up my nose and mouth with my red velvet cape. All I could think about was that I was already incubating. The curtain came down and with that she said, “I don’t feel well and want to go home, do you mind, she thinking that our fun night together was ruined and I would be upset. “Oh no, I don’t mind, go home and take care of yourself.” And let me breath please. So the Harem Queen departed. Relieved, sat and watched the second act and here is my review. I loved the movie and watched it many times, it broke my heart and filled me with emotion, the cast so brilliant. I do not understand why they would turn that story into a musical loosing the heartbreak of the book and film. But the characters did what they were told and all did a great job.
All the time I wished I was on Lincoln Road parading around on my own stage.
It finally happily ended and I scooted up the aisle. I would take the bus again to Lincoln Road and avoid the hassle. Walking up the still empty street I ran into my neighbor Rosalie and her husband. We exchanged greetings and she asked if I would like a ride. I was thinking if it would be just as easy for me to go by bus when suddenly I felt something loose on my foot; my gold sandal shoe had just broken. There I was without a right shoe limping; no way to keep it on when I said, “Yes, please I would love a ride,” I removed my shoes now walking completely barefoot. Who cares if I am barefoot, just let me get to Lincoln Road hoping that Rosalie would move swiftly.
It took no time at all to get the car and then the traffic came, the traffic, the traffic. Unimaginable bumper to bumper crawling at a no speed traffic as I quietly sat in the back seat. What if I had been on a bus after having waited for one to come? What is more, I know Lynnia would have only considered a cab to Lincoln, the meter ticking away at hundreds of dollars at this very moment. I sat back happily.
Rosalie was driving only caring about my bare feet. Our shoe sizes did not match and while I was insisting I did not care if I walked bare footed, I just wanted to get to the party scene, she was insisting that she would have to find me a pair of shoes in her closet to fit. She thought about her flip flops; she would run upstairs and get them for me; and so she did along with a plastic bag for the broken shoes. Now this is one fine lady.
I took off on foot, now glad to have the shoes; it was nearing midnight and I could hardly wait to get to the place I REALLY wanted to be on Halloween.
It is hard to describe a true nightmare. There were thousands and thousands of people shoved together in frightening masks and sweaty costumes, pushing together, and only moving just a few steps at a time. Lynnia’s cold? Nothing could compare to being locked in to the masses of people with no outlet coming in either direction. Surely, I would not have survived in bare feet. This went on for blocks, thinking that the next block would have to be better but it only got worse; I never saw anything like it. People actually having fun pushing each other drinking, cursing and sweating more. Have I lost my spirit? Is this what I loved so much for years and years or were there simply the triple amount of people who usually come out or just more sweat?
Somehow, I made my way to Ghiardelli ice cream parlor. I needed a reward. Strawberry ice cream with whipped cream, wonderful as I sat matching the ice cream with my frozen face; the outfit I was wearing now feeling heavy and uncomfortable loosing all of its glamour especially in flip flops. I sneaked down a side street and made my way to the bus home. As I got to the bus stop, it pulled away. Another one came, a mom with her kids giving them hand sanitizer and wipes sat next to me.
Peace and quiet my room finally; throwing my worn out attire on the floor getting into my wonderful bed. Oh Lynnia, I do hope you feel better today and thank you Cheryl for the tickets. Next year I will go to a retreat.
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