Happy Mother’s Day?

Why don’t people ask if you are a mother before wishing you a happy day?  I have difficulty with this holiday.  Is it because I am a childless woman or is it because I remember struggling over the Hallmark selection for a card that said something that I really felt?  Let’s see, “You’ll never break the bond of mother and daughter,”  or “Wherever life takes us, we will always be there for each other,”  “You are my best friend,”  or the really mushy ones that talk about “all the little things you’ve done for me,”            

            Dam, I just wanted a card to say, “Have a good day.”   Just because you gave birth does not necessarily make you a “mother” and certainly not always one to be celebrated.  I know this holiday dates back to ancient Greece, who honored the mother of gods and President Wilson proclaimed it to be a national holiday in 1914, but I think it is sad that we are told by greeting cards, flower shops and jewelry stores how and when we need to thank someone.  If indeed you have all those special feelings, why wait once a year to express them?  Shouldn’t we tell the ones we love and appreciate throughout the year?

            Okay, so you might say I’m a little bitter, because I did not have the “Walton family,” or a “Leave it to Beaver” mom.  I didn’t have a special bond, a best friend or a confidant with my mother.  Once I left home to go to college, I never slept in her house again.  In fact, the week after I moved out, she got rid of my remaining clothes and personal belongings – said she needed the storage. I also remember at age twelve, when I declared that I would never tell my mother anything I did not want everyone else to know.  She could not keep a secret.

            A significant event in my life was when I arrived at the Nashville airport after a year of my mother’s absence to hear the first words out her mouth, “Debbie, where’s yo lipstick?”  Thus the name of my memoir in progress.

            I’m not here to whine or play the victim, I’m sure I am not the only one who ponders over what to do on this so called “holiday.”  But, don’t assume that every female is a mother, and  please don’t wish someone a Happy Mother’s day unless you know they are a mother.

            Now excuse me while I go have a drink with my “sistahs” and we contemplate issues other than frivolities bestowed to our mothers.

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com

CELEBRATING SISTERHOOD OF THE KEYS – THE SISTAHS

What a remarkable group of women.  Fourteen of us shared a sunset cruise on the catamaran, Sirus

Music, food, champagne and camaraderie ruled the evening. (Of course there was the pole dancing.)

Each of these women have overcome challenges in their life and emerged as strong survivors.  I love them all. 

Of course launching my new book of poetry, Living on the Edge was an intricate part of the evening. 

A big thanks to all my sistahs for your support and inspiration. I think this has to be an annual event.

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

 

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

“Last Time I Cried”

 

My father died

the first day of autumn,

a warm Kentucky morn.

 

An undammed river flowed

as I held his lifeless hand,

kissed his cheek.

How he hated the cold.

 

No more fishing trips,

camping under stars, or

water skiing on mirrored lakes,

his smile a burned memory in my mind.

 

Unrealized childhood moments

I was sure I was the smarter one.

Now, age reveals how his wisdom

touches my life today.

 

In a graveyard behind a church

built by his own hands

under spreading oak branches

yellow roses are laid

looking out on a lake where we played.

 

I am my father’s daughter,

his strength, endurance and

love of water passed to me.

How I long to share one more day

on this tropical paradise I call home.

 

Pain, sorrow and anger

have pulsed through my life

since the day he slipped away,

hidden secrets from my father’s eyes —

 

but the last time I cried

was when my daddy died.

 

Deborah Crutcher Linker

 


 


Friends of Old Seven Attend Seven-Mile Bridge 2012Run Registration


Wow, so many fit, in-shape bodies in one place – the registration for the 2012 seven mile bridge run.  Friends of Old Seven volunteers had no trouble getting petitions signed from the eager runners as they were adamant about showing their support and love for the “Old Seven.” We got over 450 petitions signed and distributed brochures, our new bumper stickers and answered many intriguing questions about the history and future goals of our organization.  Friends of Old Seven just got a whole lot of new friends.

Unfortunately, the Seven mile bridge run scheduled for April 21 was cancelled for the first time in thirty-one years due to lighting and stormy weather.  Sadly, 1500 runners and their support teams sent home.  Mother Nature won the race this year.

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com

Debrah C Linker Featured Poet May 6, 2012 Marathon

A Day at the Beach


     A day at the beach, yes that’s what I needed. I packed my beach bag with all the necessary items including writing and reading material and grabbed my half sandwich left over from yesterday’s lunch.  A stop at Walgreens to buy a new reclining beach chair and I was off to Bahia Honda State Park, voted America’s Best Beach in 1992, and one of my favorite beaches with its indescribable blue water reflected against the shallow white sand.

Oh gads, spring breakers are still here.  There’s a line of vehicles along the Overseas Highway waiting for entrance. I show my annual state park pass and was waved in. So after being tailgated by some out of state car who obviously did not realize the speed limit was fifteen mph in the park, I finally arrived at the far end of the park, Sandspur Beach.  I grabbed all my “beach” things including an umbrella and made it to a vacant spot in one trip from the car.

            Unfolding the chair was like working a Rubik’s cube- I turned and pulled, examined it, turned, until – finally the mystery solved and I sat down.  Now the umbrella; wow, there was a bit more wind than I realized. I quickly glanced down the beach to see many brightly colored umbrellas standing, billowing in the breeze so I was encouraged to give it a try. 

            Now this next event could have been an episode of “I Love Lucy.”  First the button to raise the umbrella was stuck, even when I stepped on it, nothing happened.  Finally, wrestling this beast I turned sideways, and this huge six foot umbrella caught in the wind, nearly lifted me off my feet and turned the entire apparatus inside out.  Now it was broken.  I pitched the entire tangled mess behind my chair, sat down and took a deep breath, calmed myself as I watched the beautiful sea as gentle rollers hit the beach.

            Well, that worked up an appetite, so I opened my sandwich.  It was good—loaded with thinly sliced turkey, provolone cheese, lettuce tomato on soft whole wheat bread.  I slowly savored the first two bites – when boom! Something hit my shoulder with a flutter in my face. I screamed and turned to see my wonderful sandwich being devoured right before my eyes by ravaging seagulls. They grabbed it right out of my hand.

            What could I do, but join in the laughter of the oiled tourists as they laughed under their sturdy umbrellas and cursed the fact they did not catch the event on camera for a great you-tube shot.

I gathered by things, tossed the mangled umbrella in the trash and high-tailed it back to the peace and tranquility of my colorful garden, big shady trees, cold beer and my hammock. Honestly, some days we should not leave our back yards. 

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

 

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com

Key West Poetry Guild’s anthology , “Key West, I Love You” Sunday, April 1 7pm

Key West Poetry Guild’s long awaited anthology of love poems,

“Key West, I Love You”

will be launched at the

Sunday, April 1 meeting, 7 p.m. upstairs at Blue Heaven—no fooling!   

April is National Poetry Month and the Guild is ready to celebrate.

The 122-page volume, with categories of love defined by tropical flora, has been in the works since last year, the brainchild of longtime Guild secretary, or moderator, Allen Meece.

Poems were acquired via a county-wide Call to Poets, and 81 were selected for the volume.

Serving as editorial board for the book were Nance Boylan, C.S. Gilbert, Alex Symington and Leonel Valle, with assistance from Anna Symington and Sheri Lohr.

No featured poet has been planned for April; instead, in a departure from recent meetings, members and friends are invited to read favorite poems, theirs or those by other poets. “We are calling it Poetry Appreciation Night and anyone can read their own poems, someone else’s poems or just come to listen,” said Guild moderator, conch sister J.M. Varela.

It’s possible some might choose poems from the anthology.

Look for announcements of poetry readings, book-signings and other celebratory poetry events around town throughout National Poetry Month. 

Don’t be fooled; celebrate the greatness of the spoken word and the passion of poetry Sunday evening with the KWPG, performing for its thirty-sixth Key West season. 

Yes, a few of my poems were chosen for this wonderful publication.

 

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com

Catching up in the Literary World

            Was I sleeping in class or was it just not on the curriculum?  Honestly, I was in Honor’s English in High School and vaguely remember reading some Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe, but there’s so much more I do not remember.  I even took creative writing courses in college, but now that I am a writer, without a formal background in literature, I have so much to learn.  At age fifty-nine, do I have time to catch up?  Luckily, there are plenty of great literary happenings in Key West, and I am trying to soak up every event I can manage. 

 

            I attended a Salon Sunday sponsored by the Literary Volunteers of America in Key West poet and novelist, Rosalind Brackenbury as the speaker.  She discussed the creative process she experienced when she writes, specifically as it related to her wonderful novel, “Becoming George Sand,” which I highly recommend placing on your reading list.

            Then later, I attended the one act play, “You Are Here” by Kirby Congdon at the Sippin’ Café.  So much talent on this little tropical island if you look beyond the t-shirt shops, the cruise ship tourists and the moped rentals. 

            I wonder.   If literature had such an uneventful impact on me over thirty years ago, what is happening today?  With all the opportunities the internet offers, is the new generation more in tuned with the literary world, or less inspired?  For me, I am just beginning, and there’s no moss growing under my pen or reading glasses.

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com

John Viele and Cudjoe Nature Walk

 

Saturday, March 10, a group of nature enthusiansts organized by Monica Woll, of  Florida Depatment of Environmental Protection,  met in Cudjoe, where author of several Keys History Books, John Viele, spoke to us about history and pioneers of Cudjoe Key.

            According to John, sailors passing by the island asked, “What is the name of that key?”

            They  responded, “That’s Cudjoe’s Key.”  Cudjoe, is a western African name given to children born on Mondays, and there happened to be a slave named, Cudjoe who lived there.

             John also spoke of the remarkable, strong-willed, highly educated pioneer, Lily Lawrence Bow, who is close to my heart.  She and her two sons survived the harsh environment of heat, bugs, lived off the sea and  grew limes to survive, and used local plants for medicinal purposes.  What a life for a woman living on her own. She ended up teaching the surrounding children, who came to her by boat and later moved up to the Homestead area, where a library bears her name.

            After our lecture, and book signing, we were led on a nature walk on the  Overseas Heritage Trail, while Monica presented proposed improvements to the trail, and we learned firsthand about native vegetation.  Thanks again to Monica for organizing another interesting and informative activity and a big thanks to Mr. John Viele.       

 

MAY ALL YOUR ROADS LEAD TO AN ADVENTURE

Deborah C Linker

www.DeborahCLinker.com