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    Just Holler Bloody Murder by Dershie McDevitt

    Wednesday, March 6th, 2013

    Jane

    I don’t often get the chance to review a book–because I don’t often get the chance to read!  But today I am excited to write about Dershie McDevitt’s wonderful “cozy,” entitled Just Holler Bloody Murder.  A “cozy,” for those of you who, like me, have not heard that term before, is basically a beach read– in this case, a mystery with no graphic, horrible details but with a love story thrown in for fun! Before I get started, let me just tell you that this is Dershie’s first published novel, and Dershie is 70 years old, so, Dershie,  Oops50 salutes you!!!

    Dershie McDevitt

    This fun and suspenseful book, set on ‘Timicau Island (modeled on Dewees in South Carolina), begins with a woman’s return to the beach house where she was raised by her single mother.  Hoping  to find some peace and come to terms with her mother’s recent death, the protagonist, Callahan Banks, finds her vision of tranquility shattered by two murders, with the possibility of other murders looming on her beloved island.

    Here is what I love about this book:

    1) It is full of interesting, intelligent characters, especially Callahan, who has a wealth of knowledge about the natural world and a tough, take-no-prisoners approach to life, to the suave Southern-gentleman, Pepper Dade, who may or may not have played a part in the murders, to the brilliant child prodigy, Harry Applegate, who teaches her a thing or two about how to protect yourself in the face of danger.  I might even include the island itself in this list, since it plays such an important role, not just as a fascinating setting for the book but as an active participant in the story.  And, let’s not exclude  another captivating character,  Albert the alligator, who resides on the inland pond right below Callahan’s house.  The suspense will grip you right until the end, when the pieces fall into place, and you are not entirely sure that our main character is going to survive because you have no clear idea where the most danger lies.

    2) It combines murder and romance, which is a fun combination for an enjoyable read.

    3) The writing is excellent.  Lots of people can write a story that combines murder and romance.  Very few can carry it off with as much aplomb as Dersie McDevitt does.  Here’s an example:  “Still, she has the unnerving impression that she may be like a lab frog dumbly languishing in a pot of cool water over a low flame, while someone–she doesn’t know who–patiently waits for the water to heat up and begin to boil.”  Or this description by Callahan of Pepper Dade’s effect on her: “The man’s so all-consuming I lose the capacity to be the main character in my life every time he comes around.”

    4) It is full of wonderful, interesting, new information about the natural world.  How’s this passage, for an example, where Callahan tells nine year old Harry that seagulls “have specialized glands called nasal glands over their eyes, with ducts that lead to their nostrils.  When they get too much salt in their bodies, they produce nasal fluid to drain it out.  So sometimes, their noses run, and sometimes, they simply sneeze it out.” (more…)

    The Passage of Time: Things I Cannot Fathom

    Thursday, February 21st, 2013

    I think my brain has about a 20-30 year lag time, since that seems to be how long it takes it to catch up with the reality of my life.  I’ve become especially aware of this lag lately.  It has been hitting me like a ton of bricks, when I am, for instance, standing in some line somewhere and hearing a song, in my head or on some loud speaker, from my college days (“Well, I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damned depressed that I set my sights on Monday….”), and being transported back to my twenties, only to discover that the clerk who is selling me groceries or stamps or whatever, does not see me as a twenty-year-old or even a thirty-year-old but instead as the 59-year-old I actually am—or, even worse, as a 70- or 80-year-old, since my hair is white!

    So, here are the things that I cannot fathom at this age:

    1)  That I am this age.

    Tick-tock!

    2)  That there is a whole bunch of information out there in the world that my brain no longer needs to listen for or keep track of, such as when the “Kids Eat Free” night is at local restaurants or what the best summer programs/camps are, or how to sign up for soccer or which library has the best story hour or even what the deadline is for registering for the PSAT! (I still need to track the SAT deadline, I’m happy to say!)

    3)  That my oldest daughter is married and could actually, at some point, have a child—and she wouldn’t even be a “teenage” mom!

    4)  That my youngest daughter can drive a car by herself—even after dark—and, if a cop stopped her, she could actually produce a real license to show that she’s legal. (more…)

    Women In Combat

    Thursday, February 14th, 2013

    Cheryl

    Cheryl is a retired Air Force officer, living and writing in Asheville, NC.  You can read more of her work at www.cheryldietrich.net.

    Last week, the Pentagon announced plans to open combat positions to women.  This seems an appropriate time to give you my take on the subject, as written in my book, In Formation: What the Air Force Taught Me about Holding On and Manning Up.  Part of this post was published in the anthology Birthed from Scorched Hearts: Women Respond to War (compiled and edited by MariJo Moore, Fulcrum Publishing, 2008).

    In the 1990s, the Air Force opened up combat aircraft to women.  First the bombers, the rationale being, I suppose, that bombers stay well above the conflict, and there’s plenty of other crew on board if a woman should develop hysterics. But the exciting planes were the fighters, the sexy planes, the sleek sports cars of the air.  Most pilots wanted a fighter.  Normally weapon system choices were handed out with the highest scoring graduates from UPT (Undergraduate Pilot Training) getting first choice.  Originally, women had been restricted to carriers, tankers, and trainers.  Now, finally, women could choose a fighter.

    While I was at the Pentagon, a woman graduated top of her UPT class and got first choice of weapon systems.  She chose the fast, mean F-16 Falcon.  The press slobbered all over the story, doing its best to generate conflict.  They found plenty of whiny second-raters to complain about the woman’s receiving what they confused with preferential treatment.  But I read an interview with one brand-new UPT graduate, a male lieutenant, who was asked by an eager reporter, “How do you feel about women taking fighter planes away from the men?”

    He responded, “For years, men took the women’s fighters away, and no one noticed.  I congratulate this class of women pilots, who are finally receiving the aircraft they’re earned.”  I hope this young lieutenant is now rapidly working his way up to general officer. (more…)

    Why I Hate Trying to Lose Weight

    Tuesday, February 5th, 2013

    Well, I’ve gained some of my weight back, and it’s really depressing.  It didn’t happen suddenly–just gradually, over time, as soon as the stress in my life rose to a fever pitch.  So, I’m back trying to get these pounds off, since I’m determined never to go back to where I was before!

    But here’s what I hate about trying to lose weight:

    1) It is boring to eat salad after salad after salad, day after day after day.

    2) I don’t like feeling like I’m constantly waging a battle with myself.  On the one hand, there is my logical self that says, “You can do this!  You did it before.  It’s no big deal.  Just move away from that chocolate ice cream and see the results in the morning.”  On the other, there is my shoot-myself-in-the-foot, independent self that says, “Life is too short not to eat chocolate.  To hell with  Weight Watchers!  To hell with all those so-called experts.  You want to enjoy life!  Go on!  Eat it!”  It’s wearing to be in a constant state of unrest.  It makes me wish I were one of those skinny people who have either never had a weight problem and can eat whatever they feel like–or who simply have the ability to walk past, say, a piece of pecan pie sitting on the dining room table and keep going–people who are not constantly beckoned by food the way I am.

    3) I hate exercise.  There, I’ve said it out loud.  I would almost rather go to the dentist than go to the gym and walk on a treadmill or do the elliptical.  Even when I add music or a good People magazine to the mix, it’s not enough to make it fun.  The only fun I’ve ever had exercising in my life has been when I didn’t think of it as exercising, such as when I was on the volleyball team in high school.

    4) I hate the fact that here I am, at 59, still trying to lose 20 pounds.  Will I be doing this at 70?  At 80?

    5) I hate how trying to lose weight makes me feel out of control with my life.

    6) It’s so easy to put weight on and so hard to get it off!

    This is clearly just a rant, so I’ll quit!  I’d love any thoughts from any of our readers on this horrible subject.

     

    On Modern, Wonderful Things

    Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

    I am feeling my age lately.  I know I’m over 50–and, in fact, approaching 60–because I’m starting to sound like an older person sometimes.  Here are some good examples (said to my children): “Can’t you turn that music down?  It’s really hard on my ears!” or “Do you all have to stay up so late?  You’ll just sleep the day away tomorrow!”  Or, even better:  “No, I am really not interested in watching that movie.  It’s incredibly vulgar.”  (I don’t think  I even used the word “vulgar” until about the last 5 years!)

    That’s the less pleasant side of my little-old-lady-ness.  But there’s also a better side to it:  I take extreme pleasure sometimes in things that we didn’t have “when I was growing up.”  For instance, I still get a little bit of a thrill every time I use my cell phone in the car when I’m traveling.  I think that’s because I remember the days when I would be in some kind of difficulty and would have to search and search and search for a pay phone to get help!  And I get excited every time we use the GPS to find our way somewhere, especially when I think back on the innumerable times we used to get lost in a new town or city–and when I remember my father’s reluctance to stop and ask anyone for directions or my own inability ever to remember the directions that someone gave me from the side of the road!

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    One of my favorite modern things is the animated birthday card you can send to someone you love from a site like Blue Mountain Cards!  I found one the other day that had dogs barking out “Happy Birthday,” with a little Pomeranian throwing things for a loop at the last minute.  It was perfect for one of my older sisters, who just had a birthday–and has a Pomeranian herself–and I had to stop myself from playing it over and over and over again, just for the fun of it!  I have to confess:  I still have trouble believing that people can really make such amazing things happen on the computer.  Check out their site:  they have some great Valentine’s Day cards, too.  Here’s the link for those cards:

    http://www.bluemountain.com/ecards/valentines-day

    One of my Favorite Card Images

    I guess I’ll adjust at some point in the future–at least to the stuff that is around now.  By the time I get that old, however, there are bound to be some new miracles to celebrate.  I heard the other day that they already have fridges that tell you when you’re out of butter and robots that can clean your toilets.  I could get used to that!

     

     

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