The Music of Love Writer

Dear Readers, Friends, Fans,

Hello! It's that time of year when people in the streets meet your eyes and offer you a cheery hello and a warm smile. Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah! Families and couples stroll the streets beaming love as they carry their bags of gifts, scurrying off to trim their tree. Families gather together to share a meal as they light the menorah or watch who stands under the mistletoe. Your heart's swell with a sense of love and joy! Feel good movies air and joyful carols play, filling our homes and retail centers. People reach in their pockets to give, wanting needy families to feel a sense of joy. Happy New Year! 2012, a fresh start for all of us.

I just pray that in 2012, somehow this sense of joy and giving can continue on. There will be needy people needing assitance after Christmas. There will be hungry children who'll need food and clothing after Christmas. Orphan children who are aching to be loved, to be adopted in good homes, children who live right here in the good old USA.

So as you enjoy your holidays, share your smiles with strangers, have your romantic evenings, just remember to try and carry that sense of joy, love and giving into 2012 everyday. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and Happy New Year!

With much love and hopeful peace,

Claire

Look at me closely, do you notice anything different about me, strange from other people you notice in the street? My smile, my dress, my hair? Look closely now. If you don't notice I won't tell you right now. Anyway life has elected to give me opportunities to crash and burn or shine my life force and I've chosen the later way to live. Please read my story (link below) and you'll understand why I've chosen to shine. After you read my story, look at my photo again. Let me know what you see. Live life shining!

http://www.youandmemagazine.com/articles/rheumatoid-arthritis-tin-woman

This is the week-end for getting together at beaches, backyard barbecues, firework shows, and parades. Celebrate the romance of July 4th. Celebrate the romance of living freely in America. I remember one romantic time when I was at a beach gazing at a spectacular firework show, singing my heart out to a patriotic song. I remember a romantic time watching one of the oldest July 4th parades in the United States in Rhode Island. Watching in awe at people dressed in red, white and blue, waving flags as they cheered at the parade as it went by. The romantic thrill of love for my country and my fellow citizens ovewhelmed me. Romance is that feeling of intense love between two people but that feeling can also occur in other situations. This July 4th be grateful for living in the greatest free country, and be thankful for all the heroes who gave their own, allowing us the freedom to celebrate. Now click on the link below to watch a beautiful patriotic song video, stand up and share the romance of July 4th. Happy Birthday America!

http://youtu.be/Q65KZIqay4E

This past week summer has hit us early with soaring ninety plus degree temps. The short shorts and tank tops are in full blaze too. Great people watching time. I myself prefer Spring temps all year but I do enjoy the older summer songs. Chicago's, "Saturday in The Park," Seals and Crofts, "Summer Breeze," and Mongo Jerry's, "In The Summertime," are just a few. The music gets me dancing, reminds me of somewhat carefree times. I did plenty of dancing under the moonlight on beaches to this music, watched plenty of sunsets as I sang along to tapes. Romance seems to bloom in the summer. May the early start of this summer bring you good memories, moments to enjoy the simple beauty and the glorious music of life, and of coure romantic times. Enjoy this link to the music video, "Summer Breeze."

http://youtu.be/wG-nLotrSlY

It's my birthday this week and I'm thankful to be alive but why do the chronological numbers have to keep going up? Stop that timekeeper. I'm 50+ but feel 30+ in my head. Well somedays I even feel 20+ but definitely over 21, I want to be legal. I definitely love the person I am, especially my personality. I appreciate joys in life and often wish I had more people in my circle who'd jump in with me and appreciate the beauty of life too. I'd want people who want to sing, dance, and laugh with me, share my romantic dreams. So many people my age act like they're, "old farts." I can also understand why some mid-age women want younger men in their lives, because they still exhibit spirit. Age is a number, as long as you're responsible, enjoy your life, don't be afraid to use your imagination, see life through a child's age. Each year I reflect on my life, my past mistakes and of course my successes. This year I celebrate having no dangerous medical situations, problems that have attacked me in the past, but I feel great today. I also cry on my birthday because I'm an emotional wildflower, and I cry about the world's indignities, the pain some women and children still experience as victims of abuse. I pray I'll see a day when women and children don't have to be victims of verbal and physical abuse. And I still cry over the times I've been affected by people who have verbally and/or physically abused me, because the scars will always be fresh on my soul. The difference is that today I'm a strong survivor and I'll face down anyone who attempts to place pain on me anymore. It's my birthday and I'll continue to share my optimism, my creative words, and my romantic dreams with you my friends and fans. Live romance! 

Mother's Day is here again, Happy Mother's Day to all who are mothers or take the role of being a mother. Celebrate your special love. Now that my children have grown, my mother role has changed, but I still see my children being my forever babies. I still worry about them as much as I did when they were small and my love has only increased for them as I've grown older. Time does trick you as a mother, when you're raising your children some days you just can't wait for them to grow up. Once your children are grown you wonder where the time has gone. My mother's no longer here but I still miss her every day. Show your mother love today because tomorrow's never promised.

 This is a poem I wrote in remembrance of my mother.

My Mother's Image in the Mirror

 In a mirror I view two images, my mothers and my own.

Each seems to blur into one as I grow closer to the age when I lost her.

Is it because of my need to never forget her face that I view her in me?

Is it because I reach out still longing to touch her gentle passive face?

I view my mother in the mirror when I rise and before I slumber.

I rise to say hello, offer a smile, share a comedic word or two.

At slumber I chastise her over past mistakes or agree with her words of wisdom.

I mention I often reach for the phone to call her before I suddenly remember.

My mother in the mirror stares back at me with a solemn expression.

I view her silent words of regret, her agony and her tortured love.

I view her anguish towards her daughter's or her grandchildren's remorse.

I view her torment towards years that vanished by her so quickly.

When I view my mother in the mirror I also see an understanding.

I smirk realizing she's now laughing at my own mistakes.

I grin knowing her word, "payback," can finally be defined.

I beam knowing she'd say I lived my life so right.

I see my mother in the mirror though my image stands in front.

Her image will always be viewed through my eyes, forever etched in my heart.

One day I can only imagine what my own children will view.

Will my image have an imprint on them as much as my mother has had on me?

The End

I couldn't let today go by without commenting on William and Kate's royal wedding. The entire world was enthralled by their love story and the pageantry of their wedding. The world took a deep breath today and indulged in blissful romantic fantasy, watching a young beautiful maiden marry her handsome prince and begin their happily ever after life together in love. Many young ladies dream of meeting their prince, hence the success of fairy tales. With all the tragedies going on in the world we long to believe in romance, or happily ever after ending love stories. We hope William and Kate will beat the odds of the stress placed on royal unions and one day sit by a lake in their old age, still being deeply in love. We hope Princess Diana was there in spirit watching her firstborn begin his married life. We want to believe love can conquer all. May Kate and William's union be blessed as they travel down the road of life, loving and supporting each other. I'll continue writing romance stories, believing true love is possible in our sometimes harsh world. And little girls will continue to believe in fairy tales.

Hi Friends,

On Tuesday, April 26th 2011, at 7 p.m. Central- 8 p.m. Eastern time please click on the radio link at the bottom of this blurb and listen to my pre-recorded radio appearance on Phil Mariage's wonderful program, "Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow, on KUAR. I will be reading one of my personal essays and join in a panel discussion with two other generation guests on the topic of Fear. I'm honored to have my essay included. Please share your opinion with me after you view the radio program.

Just click on the link below and it will take you to the radio's website and listen to. "Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow."

http://www.kuar.org/

Peterpan couldn't keep Wendy from growing up into adulthood, leaving her childhood imagination and wonder behind, taking on adult responsibilities. I've gratefully held onto my sense of wonder and joy towards life, and held on to my vivid imagination and questioning nature.I could see myself soaring through the clouds with Peterpan

My dream vacation beside's Tahiti is Disney World. You cross those gates and enter a world where all your dreams possibly feel like they can come true. Disney's wonderful gift to families allow families to escape, relax and enjoy. Romantic adventures are possible in Disney, with many couples choosing to have their destination weddings as a prince and princess in their castle of dreams. As you gaze at amazing fireworks, dance to the music of magical parades, escape into futuristic dreams, you'll believe you've entered a new amazing world.

Sometimes we all need to escape. By reading your favorite novelist or romance author you slip into a world where dreams are still possible. Release your inner child, follow your Disney dream every day. Try to look at the world in a positive light, appreciate the simple beauties, allow that inner child to escape and slip back to NeverNeverland. Your life will truly be enhanced as an adult.

Reading Stephen King, one of my thriller/horror writer heroes, it would be easy to recite his words in public. His words are gold and people pay big bucks to read, hear, and view his written words. As a writer, I was asked to be included in a panel discusssion tonight on a public radio station and share one of my personal life essays. All of a sudden I feel tongue-tied, wondering if I'll orally offer my words in a way the radio audience will feel the full emotional impact of what I wrote. "War of the Worlds," by Orsen Welles captivated the radio audience, putting so much fear into people that there was a national panic with the audience truly believing aliens were attacking our country. My words are on a much personal nature, personal fears, but I still hope I can touch the audience with my much simplistic paragraph of words. I know I truly feel honored that my essay was chosen out of thousands to be read, so I'll open my mouth and try to reap the rewards, having my written words shared with the world. That's what writers dream of. Hey, I can always imagine the radio audience is sitting at home au' natural. This should cure the tongue-tied stuttering anxiety I feel now. I'll update you later.

April 15th Update-The taping went fine, awaiting radio host's program edits and airing date, and will inform you as soon as I know. I read through my essay fine, the conversation went rapidly, can't wait to hear how I sound.                                                                                                                                        

My short fiction romance story, "Just A Little Off Key," is now available with, Books To Go Now, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. $1.99 to download a sweet romance around the theme of music on your computer or book nook, kindle etc.

Please click on the website links below to find out the full details on my romantic fiction story and how to purchase it.

http://www.bookstogonow.com/justalittleoffkey.html

or

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Just-a-Little-Off-Key/Claire-Luna-Pinsker/e/2940012405685/?itm=1&USRI=claire+luna_pinsker

or

http://www.amazon.com/Just-Little-Off-Key-ebook/dp/B004USL5RA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1302134583&sr=1-1

My firstborn daughter just had her 33rd birthday. I don't know where the years went and why they passed by so quickly. "Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, swiftly flow the years..." I don't feel old enough to have a 33 year old adult child, even though I was a young 23 years old when I gave birth. My daughter was conceived with love, wanted so badly, and she arrived and has enhanced my life since the moment I first laid eyes on her. She's a spitfire, multi-talented, can be stubborn, is a beauty, socially outgoing and a real go-getter. She has shined on so many lives personally and professionally. She's also a romantic, but hasn't yet found that special one to match her amazing spirit. I wrote this above prayer when she was born. My prayer for my daughter today is to continue to be blessed, happy, healthy and always surrounded by love. May she continue on her path to her shining star. Happy Birthday my beautiful child! Love you.

Our world's being beseeched by waves of horrendous storms. In romantic movies when you're in the midst of a thunderstorm and the lights go out, it provokes a romantic atmosphere. You light candles, open a bottle of wine, light the fireplace and voila, you have a perfect romantic setting. Statistics report when there are power outages, nine months later the birth rate dramatically increases. Blame it all on romance.

With the severity of the storms we're facing, romance and love may take another step towards a deeper meaning. Devastating storms have couples facing the loss of their material possessions. At the darkest point in your life, love may be all that is left and it'll help lift you up from the depth of despair. Love will support you as you take steps to begin life over again. Love will help heal the pain of an emotional and stormy loss. Love is the glue to hold your family together when all seems to be gone. Love maintains romantic memories when photo albums are destroyed.

With all the possessions we may acquire, we have to remember that romance and love cannot be bought, it is something you give freely, even in the darkest storm. I hope you never have to face nature's fury, but hope you have a bundle of love and romance to help you sail through the storm.   

Hello Readers,

I'm updating you on my latest endeavors. In the March 14th issue of, "Woman's World," my essay blurb will be included under the section, Circle of Kindness. It will be in the magazine racks of your local stores from March 3rd to March 9th.

Below is the link to a romantic sunset pictorial, photos taken by me.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/slideshow/79766/romantichouses_sunsets.html?cat=7

Below is the link to an essay I wrote on an important cultural issue, "Harry's Law," a television show on NBC presented on February 28th, 2011. It concerns the senseless maiming and slaughtering of Albinos in Tanzania by hunters. Albino body parts are being sold for good-luck and for use by shamans for their voodoo potions. Please read about this shocking practice befalling Albinos. 

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7812458/harrys_law_features_albinos_from_tanzania.html?cat=9

Enjoy and I will keep you updated.

Mom's Mabley is one of my favorite African-American female heroes. She spoke her mind with a sense of humor to get her story across. Wise words from a funny lady. She set the bar for some of my work, and my verbal and physical antics. This was one of my favorite songs, "Moms," sang about heroes who fought for freedoms for us all, so we could express ourselves freely and achieve our dreams. They sadly left us too soon, but we still go on. Please enjoy my gift to you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLqVFyK547U