Friday, December 18, 2009

Pink Glove Dance

Who says kids don't have a thing or two to say? My best friend’s daughter is an extraordinary 11 year-old. I am proud to call Katya my friend as well. This afternoon she sent this video that has been making the rounds and I wanted to share it with you.

In order to raise breast cancer awareness, Providence St. Vincent Medical Center in Portland, Oregon produced the Pink Glove Dance for Breast Cancer Awareness. Their hope was that they could get 1,000,000 hits to help raise money. In just one month they’re nearly at the 5.5 million mark.

It’s fun and inspiring. Take a moment and let it make you smile ;-) xxx

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Menopause and HRT

For the past few years I have been reading articles and interviewing woman about menopause symptoms and remedies. We've talk about trying everything from tincture of sage to hormone replacement therapy.

Today the NY Times published "Menopause, as Brought to You by Big Pharma," by Natasha Singer and Duff Wilson. It's certainly an eye-opener. Lawsuits and internal documents show how Pfizer and its predecessors promoted the idea of taking hormone drugs.

If you or someone you love is careening into menopause, have them talk to family, friends and doctors. Be informed. For me, the cure for my hot flashes was sex. I highly recommend it ;-)

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Stand By Me

Support comes from the most surprising places.

A lover’s look.

The sound of a friend’s hello on the other end of the phone.

Giggles from a child.

The glorious sound of voices around a holiday table.

Music.

Art.

A hug.

A kiss.

It has been a trying year.

It has also been an exciting year.

In May my first book, I Thought I Grew Up, was published and I have heard from people in 3 continents who have purchased my memoir.

This weekend I have meetings out of town about new possibilities.

I am hopeful.

Send me a hug, a kiss, a giggle….

I am nervous but am sure that the Universe is sending a new beginning to each and every aspect of my life.

Stand by me and help me open up to the infinite possibilities of the Universe.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Book Signing and Reading

On Thursday, November 19th at 7.30p.m. I will be appearing at Words Bookstore in Maplewood, NJ. I will be reading from my memoir, I THOUGHT I GREW UP, an Award-Winning Finalist of the National Best Books 2009 Awards.

If you're coming from NYC, it's 30 minutes from Penn Station on NJ Transit! Just take the train to Maplewood, NJ. Two blocks from the train station you'll find Words at 179 Maplewood Avenue. As easy as pie ;-)

Come on down and pick up a copy for the fabulous person stuffing your bird next week ;-)

I'll be reading from the book and signing copies. Spread the word and invite your friends!

Words is an amazing bookstore with a big heart. Whether you can make it to the reading or not, you must stop by Words and support this great independent bookstore.

I hope to see your shining faces there.
Michelle xxx

Monday, October 26, 2009

How Do You Decide Whom To Marry?

OK… I admit that these kid quotes have been ‘borrowed’ ;-)

A friend sent these sage words in an e-mail this evening. As I read it a flood of memories raced through my mind ranging from my own recent dating exploits to Art Linkletter’s Kids Say the Darndest Things. If you’re too young to remember Mr. Linkletter’s House Party, take a moment to watch this fabulous YouTube clip. You won’t regret giving up the seven minutes and thirteen seconds of your life.

These kids are hysterical…

How do you decide whom to marry?

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
-- Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with....
-- Kristen, age 10

What is the right age to get married?

Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
-- Camille, age 10

How can a stranger tell if two people are married?

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
-- Derrick, age 8

What do you think your mom and dad have in common?

Both don't want any more kids.
-- Lori, age 8

What do most people do on a date?

Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough...
-- Lynnette, age 8

On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
-- Martin, age 10

What would you do on a first date that was turning sour?

I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
-- Craig, age 9

When is it okay to kiss someone?

When they're rich.
-- Pam, age 7

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.
-- Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them... It's the right thing to do.
-- Howard, age 8

Is it better to be single or married?

It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
-- Anita, age 9

How would the world be different if people didn’t get married?

There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?
-- Kelvin, age 8

And the #1 Favorite is ...

How would you make a marriage work?
Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.
-- Ricky, age 10

I wonder if Ricky’s dad is single.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Reinvention

How many chances do we get?

Are there a finite number of times for a do-over or do we get as many chances as we make for ourselves?

An endless cycle of failing, trying and succeeding constantly swirls around me. Each new turn surprises me even though there can be nothing more certain than this cycle of change.

Fail; try; succeed.

Fail; try; succeed.

Fail; try; succeed.

As I’ve gotten a bit older I’ve become more Zen about the cycles. The one thing I feel sure of is that each one is no better than the other. Each cycle offers its lesson.

I’ve struggled these past few years to be more open – telling my story; exposing the mysteries of hot flashes and my tears; bearing my heart on the pages of my book. In spite of my efforts, I have not been completely honest with myself. I’ve been spinning out of control. No one knew, not even me, and so the spinning continued.

Finally, realizing I was dizzy, I discovered that all I had to do was to reach out my hand and everyone that loves me grabbed hold to try and stop the spinning.

Putting out my hand.

It’s the easiest and the hardest thing I have ever done.

I am reaching out and friends are grabbing hold. With their support I feel myself moving forward rather than spinning in place.

And so, the process of reinvention begins again.

Monday, October 05, 2009

World Menopause Day


I'm not sure what's more surprising, that there is a World Menopause Day or that it's something I seem to be paying attention at this point in my life. In any event, what's really important is raising awareness and opening the dialogue about menopause and how it effects all of us. That's right, I said all of us -- pre- peri- or just plain old menopausal women AND the people who love them.

So, here we go....

HOT Sales FLASH!

Help boost sales of I THOUGHT I GREW UP on October 18th for World Menopause Day.

Have you been waiting to get your copy or perhaps been thinking about sharing I THOUGHT I GREW UP with a friend?

You've waited this long, so here's what I'd like for you to do to help me on my path to Oprah ;-). Let's try to direct our heat with a laser-like focus on the goal at hand. SALES!!!

Buy it on Barnes & Noble


Buy it on Amazon

Of course you're always welcome to buy a book whenever you are moved to do so (God bless you), but I say lets try to hold off for a moment! Buy your new book or that gift you've been thinking about on October 18th. Any time on the 18th is fine, but...

What would happen if everyone bought at noon? Noon on October 18th.

I'd love to hear from you when you buy a copy ;-) xxx

Monday, August 24, 2009

Thanksgiving

I've been sitting here editing pages from THANKSGIVING (the novel I'm working on) and thought I'd share the first couple of pages.... Just a little tease and perhaps a little inspiration for contributions to the Starving Artist Fund so I can finish it ;-)

November 26, 2009

Rita was at a complete loss. Thanksgiving had always been her favorite day of the year and with three short syllables her daughter had driven a stake through its heart and killed the holiday forever.

It was raining sideways in New York and the wind whipped between the buildings. Rain and sleet mixed with the hot tears streaming down Rita’s face. She knew where she was going and she was determined to get there before she lost her anger, but she wasn’t exactly sure what she would do when she got there.

The adrenaline racing through her body was making her dizzy. Stopping to catch her breath beneath an awning at 181st Street, Rita realized she had run out of the house with her handbag but without her coat. There wasn’t a cab in sight. Despite her hated of traveling underground, taking the subway was her only option. The subway would be faster than a cab in this weather anyway.

Rita ran across the street and ducked into the subway station. She slid a crisp holiday twenty into the vending machine to buy a MetroCard then went into the bowels of the city to wait for the next train.

After a miserable fifteen-minute wait, she stepped on to the A Train and collapsed in a heap, her body shuddering against the cold plastic seat. Catching her reflection in the train windows, Rita was shocked: her clothing was nearly transparent and her mane of red curly hair was a stringy mess.

Taking a compact from her handbag she examined herself in the small mirror and saw that, with the exception of the mascara streaming down her face, her makeup was virtually gone.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said to herself. “Nothing matters.”

Rita sobbed the entire twenty-minute subway ride to Columbus Circle.

Too angry to wait for the next train, she emerged from under ground determined to walk the final twelve blocks. Rita nearly ran up Broadway, lungs stinging from the cold. Manolo Blaniks weren’t the best shoes for running around in the freezing rain, but for the last twenty-five years she had never worn the right shoes for walking around the city.

Passing Lincoln Center, Rita saw men at work on the unlit Christmas tree and was struck by its dark beauty. Realizing how beautiful New York would be over the holidays, she burst into tears again, her body heaving with each sob. Strangers passed cautiously and she clutched her handbag in front of her now transparent blouse. She was still looking back at the strangers when she stepped out on to 65th Street.

Rita didn’t see the yellow cab that hit her and knocked her off her feet. She didn’t feel it when her head hit the pavement. The last thing Rita saw was the golden statue on top of the Church of Latter Day Saints across the street. It was as close as she had ever been to God.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Booty Call

Last night I got a booty call.

About two and a half years ago I had an unfortunate fling with a tall, handsome, and slightly younger man. I was reeling from my sad encounters with The Bartender and he was still stinging from his own breakup. One thing led to another and then, under the excuse of meeting his new puppy, we attempted to find comfort in each other’s arms. The night came to an abrupt end. He was rude and I pretended not to be hurt. A year later he sent a text message that I ignored. I never expected that I would hear from him again.

Last night I received an e-mail saying hello, informing me that his puppy was all grown up, adding that he owed me dinner. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I confess I was surprised to hear from him and admit to being quite flattered that he still had me on his mind. After a bit of deliberation, I replied that dinner in the coming week would be lovely. He then suggested I see him “tonight.” Since it was 11pm I said no. I then received the following message to which I did not respond:

Short cab - I pay. Air conditioning, cute puppy and comfy bed.
All so good!

He also included his address.

Enough said.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Birth Festival 2009 Begins

My birth festival is in full swing and I have been burning the candle at both ends for the last two weeks. Visitors from the other side of the pond, a meal on my actual birthday that was so amazing it deserves its own post, and staying up at night staring at my computer screen and NOT writing. I think someone should do a study to confirm that overeating slows the brain making it impossible to speak or write in complete sentences.

In my last post I mentioned that I was going on a date with someone who was in my memoir, I Thought I Grew Up. I was more than a bit concerned that he didn’t know about it and decided that I would wait until he was halfway through a smart cocktail to tell him.

Arriving at the restaurant a bit early, I sat down at the bar, ordered a glass of wine and then pulled a book from my bag. As soon as I opened the pages my date walked through the door. He arrived on time looking rather dashing and carrying a Barnes & Noble shopping bag. A quick kiss hello and he proudly pulled my book from his bag. I was flattered and afraid at the same time. Now that the cat was out of the bag I wondered if this handsome man would make contact again.

Our lunch date turned into five hours of fun. We talked and laughed over lunch and then wandered up Ninth Avenue in search of a Starbucks for coffee. Since then, I have had company and he has been out of town for a little holiday and then away for business. I am happy to report that we are making plans for another date.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Distractions

I’m sitting at the Café in the Barnes & Noble in the Citicorp Building in NYC. I came for a little inspiration. It is filled with writers and readers sipping coffee and staring out the window at the rain. I love being here, surrounded by stacks of books and people who love them.

When I arrived, the café was full so I went to the second floor to the biography section to take a gander at my book on the shelf. It’s so exciting to know that it’s here, to know that several stores in Manhattan have it on the shelf. I wonder if that will ever get old. I certainly hope not.

I came here to work on my novel, but my head is so full I decided I make use of the time here to organize my thoughts. Multitasking has been a chore over these last few months and it helps to just lay it all out. These are the main events:

The novel – The working title is Thanksgiving.

The collaboration project – It’s a big exciting secret book proposal.

The big pitch – I’m working on the idea of making I Thought I Grew Up a film or television series.

The Examiner – I’m going to be a regular contributor talking about Cheap Eats.

Of course, on top of that I’m looking for the best and last great love of my life.

Tomorrow I have a date. Tomorrow I have a date with someone who was in I Thought I Grew Up. Tomorrow he will find out. And so, I am distracted.

I hope tomorrow is a good hair day.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Back In The Game

I’ve been running around like a mad woman these days!

Trying to pay the bills.

Trying to make the film locations business work.

Trying to sell real estate.

Trying to make sure everyone (and I mean you) is buying my book.

Trying to write my new book.

I need to stop running and just sit down and write! I love to write. I love the process. The real problem is that I’ve been stuck. Struggling for the words at each turn, so it’s time for a little diversion, a busman’s holiday of sorts. I am going to shake all those locked up thoughts loose by going back to the beginning. It’s time to start blogging again.

Blogging – writing – about what’s going on in my life. Dating. Writing. Cooking. Menopause. Crying. Sex. I’m going to start stopping by more regularly. I look forward to chatting with you and seeing your comments.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Book Release Party

I can't believe it's taken so long to tell you what went on at the book launch party!

The launch party for my new memoir “I Thought I Grew Up” was last Friday night at the Morningside Bookshop in New York City. It was a tremendous success. Happy faces, laughter, wine, friends and many books sold.

For those of you that have joined the world of Facebook, I've posted photos of the event on my Facebook Fan Page, Author - Michelle Churchill. If you’ve already started reading, it would be great to hear your thoughts on the book the Facebook Reading Group.

If you haven't already, I hope you’ll all take a moment to rush to Amazon or Barnes & Noble to buy copy of “I Thought I Grew Up”!

Even more, I hope you’ll let me know you've been reading and share your thoughts.

Thanks to all you for being so supportive.

Michelle xxx

Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Big Book Push

Today is the official day! My book is out and people are already buying it on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. You can even download I Thought I Grew Up to your Kindle if you're so inclined ;-)

I confess I'm nervous about the whole thing. How many of us decide to share how often we cry or get laid in print, knowing our Mother’s or future dates will be reading? I’m wondering if first dates that read I Thought I Grew Up will be too nervous for a second date…

I hope you’ll all take a moment to support your fellow BoomerGirl and rush to Amazon to buy copy of I Thought I Grew Up! Even more, I hope you’ll let me know what you think by stopping by my Fan Page or my Reading Group on Facebook and sharing your thoughts.

Tomorrow is the launch party and book reading. Wish me luck!

And now….. I’m on my way to have my lip and chin wax for the big occasion ;-) Ahhhh the things we girls have to do as we get older!

Oh..... don't you just love the bookstore window where my reading will be?

Saturday, May 02, 2009

I Thought I Grew Up


The official release date is May 14th and I'm so excited I can hardly stand myself! I just wanted to take a moment to share the artwork for the cover of my memoir - I Thought I Grew Up. Keep watching for how to buy the book ;-)

Monday, April 06, 2009

News Flash!!!

I am happy to report that my memoir about dating through hot flashes is officially being published!

I Thought I Grew Up
should hit Amazon by mid-May. We're busily putting the final touches on the cover copy and art. I'll certainly keep you posted as this dream is realized.

Friday, February 13, 2009

I'm back!

Months have passed.

Valentine's Day is nearly here again, and not surprisingly, I'm single again.

The lack of sex, although it wasn't that regular during my last relationship, seems to have brought on a new round of hot flashes.

That said, I do seem to be on a much better footing.

Oddly enough, so does our country. The nation has a new man in it's life and I figure I'm about due for something good myself.

I've finished my memoir, which proudly began on this blog and it should be available for purchase by this spring. I realize I promised updates on the publishing process, but with the whole break-up combined with a world financial meltdown and an election, I guess it's all kept me a little busy ;-)

I seem to have moved into a new menopause phase which I will begin to share again on my Boomer Girl blog. In the meantime, I'll let you know how the book is coming on this site.

I've got to give a table of contents some thought and then I'm off to the races with the cover design!!!! I may need some feedback from you on that front!

Wish me luck!