The Quiet Before The Storm

I’m feeling the quiet and I must admit I like it. Seeing a lot of the kids and grandkids and I like that too.

But the new great grand daughter is due on 11/29. Will she be early. How should we handle Thanksgiving? Then comes the storm. And we are resting up for it. Can’t wait to hold this child in my arms. Already I’m smiling. A real bundle of joy! I have finished knitting her things, at least for now.

Waiting for my grandson and his wife to find out if they are having a boy or girl and their colors, and already I’m looking around for things to knit for this new baby. It’s so exciting.

Right now I’m knitting for me, and I want to get back to writing. Probably work on my memoirs. I’m going to do it in stages, and in anecdotes and actual stories that will stand on their own.

Be happy, do your thing and enjoy every day. No one knows what tomorrow brings. Make some magical memories and store them away for a rainy day.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Ninth Generation

Wow, I just realized that this new great grand daughter will be the ninth generation. One of my cousins once did a beginning family tree, and he sent me a copy. I looked it over and realized that if I wanted to I could go back nine generations. To me, that’s amazing. I’ve never done anything to do with family trees, but maybe someday I will. What a great background to leave for future generations.

Maybe it should go along with my memoirs. Stories and pictures of my grand parents. I knew all four of them.

There are so many things I want to write, and then I get lazy and don’t do any of it.

One thing I am doing, is getting back to exercising. I need it badly. My Fibromyalgia is bad.  My muscles are so tight. Starting again is pretty hard. I did about seven minutes today and it was hard and I was hurting. I know it will get better as I keep going, and I need to do that.

Don’t we all need some exercise? Knitting isn’t enough. I’m smiling.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene


Today I have been thinking about questions. Going back to write some of my memoirs, and the questions keep popping up. Why did this happen, why didn’t I ask my parents why they cared, why they reacted the way they did, and what were their lives like and their parents?

I’m writing a short story and met with a friend today, she asked questions, and the short story could go in three different directions. Why should it go this way and not the other way? Why was the reaction to the action right or wrong? Why, what if, why not, is it possible? So many questions, and surely there are more than one answer to all the questions.

It makes me think! It should make me want to know more. That’s what writing does. It sparks my imagination and make me think. I wish I could think of more questions to ask myself about my story, but it’s my story, so I will have to make do with what I have. With the help of my friend.

Think about your own questions, you must have some. Why did you turn this way, or walk down that road? What would your past have been if you have done something else? Is it too late to ask more questions?

Think and write down your grateful list for today.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Make Happy Memories

I try to make every day a good day. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Even if it’s one thing I do that pleases me, it is a good day. I feel so blessed to be around my family again. But, as we, my husband and I get older there are more decisions to make, more time spent doing the little things that need to be done. Things that used to take us no time to do, are now time consuming.

I am thinking of going back to writing my memoirs again. I have started them two or three times already, and somehow never finished it, or put together what I do have. I have looked back on my life and realize I have done things most people never even dream of doing. Yet, I feel that my life has been very ordinary.

Which means, I think everyone has a story to tell. I want to tell mine so that family and friends can stand in my shoes for a little while and understand the choices I have made over the years.

Everyone’s life has ups and downs, and yes, all the cliches are true. I will tell most of my story in short scenes or anectdotes and hope it will answer any questions about me that my readers (family and friends) have.

Even when I was a caregiver for those seven years I wrote about in my book, Behind The Mask, I was making happy memories to store up and keep for myself. The new book about my life, will make happy memories for those reading it. I hope.

Support caregivers in your community. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

I Lost Tonight's Blog

I have no idea what I did, but I lost tonight’s blog.

I was writing about Journaling, and about tips for writing memoirs.

Let me see if I can reconstruct what I wrote, since I do not use notes.

Journaling. Just write whatever comes to mind, phrases, about your day, your goals, what you are grateful for, anything that comes into your mind.

Memoirs, also keep it simple. One of the easiest ways to start a memoir, is to write it as a letter.

Dear —-, Remember when we, or, I wanted to talk about the time, or, this is so hard to talk about that I thought I would write to you, or, the most traumatic time of my life was when.

Keep it simple. Another way of doing memoir is to write out simple phrases in 10 year increments in your life. Mine would read something like this:

10 years old: we moved away from family and friends, it was 1941 and the war had just started and my father needed a job.

20 years old. I got married….

By the time I was 30, I had three children.

At age 35, we went through a personal bankruptcy

by age 50, we had restarted and sold our business, and moved to N.Y.

Using mind maps, like the branches of a tree, or look online for Mind Maps, and fill them in. Just keep it simple. It’s an easy way to start.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene Moore

Too Tired To Write

I’ve got a story I want to write down for my Memoirs, and I can’t seem to sit still long enough to do anything about it, because I’m too tired.

The good news is that my office is now about 75 % packed up. I didn’t think I’d get this much done this quickly, and now by the weekend it should be all finished. Except for the things I’ll need between now and May 10th.

My closet is done, except for my summer clothes, the winter ones are already packed up. The shelves are done, so that too should be done by the weekend.

Maybe by the time I go to Anthem Authors on Tuesday I’ll have my story ready.

We have all the change of address things to do, and the services to turn on and a new phone number, but my husband will take care of that for us. Thank you Honey.

I hope I will have more interesting things to talk about soon.

In the meantime, don’t forget to give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Chronic Fatigue

Remember my favorite saying. You need to stand in someone’s shoes before you can comment on how they feel, or why they do what they do.

Yesterday and today were the first two good days I’ve had in two and a half weeks. And there was also that little 9 week Chronic Fatigue attack after a shot in October. My doctor says, no more shots for me.

It’s hard to explain to someone how Chronic Fatigue makes you feel. Actually, I don’t think you feel anything. You can’t think, work, do anything, which might include sleep, even though you are thoroughly exhausted!

Today I went to Anthem Authors and we are working on a Memoirs workshop  for the entire Sun City Anthem Community. I am pretty excited about it, and so are the other participants. We each have a specific section to cover, and mine is to explain different ways of starting your memoir.

Would you believe I started mine with a manilla envelope, called Reflections Of Me. It has dates on it, 1993, 1997, 2004, 2006, 2009. In that manilla envelope I stuffed little phrases like, “What Mom said when I was born. Or, 10 years old and we moved, I thought my world was coming to an end. Or, Teen years, I was yanked out of my dreams. How was I supposed to know to be careful what I wished for.”

Little phrases like that so when I actually started to write, I had some place to start. If there is any interest in this, I will share more of it when we have more work done.  Let me know. Send me your comments. I promise to answer as many as I can.

Tomorrow is a big day for us. We are having a bus from the Henderson Senior Center coming to see our collection of kissing couples. They will love it. I was also told a photographer from the local paper will be coming also. When the seniors finish here, they will go off on their bus to lunch. What a nice outing it will be for them. I can’t wait. Will tell you about it tomorrow.

Several of the seniors have supported my Adopt A Caregiver program. They are glad to be involved and they say that writing that email only takes a moment, and they know the caregivers are so grateful to have someone to talk to.

So, give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver, and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Caregivers: Tell Me What You Want Me To Do For You

Dear friends and caregivers,

Please advise me as to what you would like to see happen with Adopt A Caregiver? How can I help? What can I do? I am looking for answers from you, the caregiver.

As for me, I’m trying to spread my words, plant the seeds for Adopt A Caregiver. I am  speaking again to groups, and find they are so helpful, so talk to me as soon as you can.

In the meantime, know that I’m doing everything in my power to start communities thinking about Adopt A Caregiver programs. It’s so simple, everyone in a community (where you work, live, and play is a community) knows someone who is a caregiver. Please know these people would love to have you for a friend. Someone to talk to. Sometimes caregivers are so alone, so isolated, so lonely and depressed, yet their attitudes are wonderfully alive and vibrant. I wish they all would start to write their memoirs, or their loved ones memoirs. Think of the stories we can give our children and grandchildren. They only see us at the age we are now, not as we were at their age. Think about that for a moment.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver, and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Waiting For Sunday

I always wait for Sunday. These days it’s usually my catch up day. That means I have to clean up the clutter in my office. I always have too many projects going on at once.

My desk is in it’s usual disarray . There are recipes competing with emails and letters to answer. Websites I want to comment on, questions to ask anyone who knows about links, social networking. It’s all Greek to me.

And my bookshelves. I’m a book junkie. My friend reminded me the word I was looking for was category, when I said I wanted to organize them. But truthfully, I should call them scattergories. For their is fiction, non fiction, novels, books I haven’t read yet, cookbooks nestled next to art books, and the craft of writing books, and the list goes on and on.

When that’s finished, there are the insides of all the drawers and file cabinets. They aren’t in bad shape, because you can’t see inside them.

Then there is my writing. This blog, short stories, memoirs, bits and pieces of writing to be finished, edited, and filed away — or published?

Sorry, I have to leave. I’m going to Office Max and get some new notebooks for all my writing.

I’m going to be making some notes on memoir writing in the next couple of months. Our writing group is going to give a workshop on this subject. I think I will include some of it here, in case any of you would like to try to write your memoir.

Because it’s holiday season, remember the caregiver.

Adopt A Caregiver, and give the gift that lasts forever, and costs nothing. Tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

No Life Preserver

I have started to finish the stories of my life, my memoirs,  and I found this amongst some of the papers.

“My pen is poised. Remembering things I want to write down, or forget about.  Stuff I want to think about, what made me the person I am today.

How did I change? Or Grow? And Learn?

Unlike talking, when I write I never know what the pen is going to say in advance, it just flows out.

My story is unique, as yours is, unlike any other”

I summed up my teen years this way, “Broken dreams yanked out of my life due to circumstances beyond my control. Whereas once I was encouraged to dream, I was suddenly thrust head first into life and I didn’t have a life preserver.”

Caregivers are thrown head first into life; in one second their life changes. They don’t have a life preserver either. But we can help. When we hear about someone in our community who has become a caregiver, lets not leave them alone and scared, lets help them.

Adopt a Caregiver and tell them Helene sent you.

Thank you to for their including me in their blog. Thank you. I hope my friends and readers will go to your website and read it.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene