My blog started as a way to showcase my skills for possible business writing gigs after I retired three years ago. I was the head of a Human Resources function and I did a lot of business writing. Most of it was what I call “thou shall not” memos along with policies and procedures (are you asleep yet?).
Unfortunately once I started writing for fun, I couldn’t go back. I like snark in my humor along with digressions, tangents and a pinch of sacrilegious or irreverence (depending on the spice du jour).
I blog about stupid people, cats and what happened on the way to Starbucks. Starbucks is a wealth of blog fodder! Seriously, how hard is it to order coffee? (This is so much more fun than business writing!)
I am currently pulling together a book of hmmm….let’s call it….reflections. It’s a series of humorous essays on life. Depending on your perspective, life can be darn funny.
Oh yes, everything I write is edited by four opinionated (and sometimes cranky) cats who do the damndest things.
Here are my answer’s to Jill’s questions.
If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would you meet?
My great grandparents in Germany of course! They lived in the second half of the 1800s. Life was so different. They sent their daughter to the United States to find a better life knowing they would never see her again and they didn’t. How hard was that? At a time when family meant everything, they would be denied the pleasure of their grandchildren and great grandchildren. What did I inherit from them? I know I walk like my father’s father because my mother told me so but where did my other traits come from?
In my fantasy I envision very resilient people with crinkly eyes that laughed a lot. The women had their hair in buns and wore sensible tied shoes and pinafore aprons. There was always food cooking on the rustic stoves — especially cookies and strudel for their favorite great grandchild (that would be me!). Their gardens had fresh produce and there were live chickens in the yard. I know nothing about them. For all I know they lived in cities and hustled for a living but I like my fantasy better.
What celebrity do you get mistaken for?
I mistake me for Meg Ryan all the time. Maybe it’s wishful thinking but I love her hair. My hair is sort of the same color and I often look tousled. Of course, her tousling looks better than mine which just looks unkempt or uncombed….for days at a time. It’s best if I take my glasses off before I look in the mirror, then I can see the resemblance really well.
What do you miss most about being a kid?
I miss my parents. I really miss all my relatives. It was a different time when everyone lived close by if not within walking distance. It was safer and kids were never stolen or shot. In fact, parents would threaten to sell you to the gypsies if you were bad and no one took it seriously. (I always imagined myself as a gypsy with a tambourine and a long, flowy skirt!) Doors were always open and you could pop in to see anyone without notice. Best of all you didn’t have to put on makeup and comb your hair. It was such a carefree time.
If you could go back in time to change one thing what would it be?
I would start my career earlier and be more adventuresome. When I grew up, women could be a teacher, nurse or a secretary. That is until you married and became a mother. It was much harder to break into “male-dominated” professions at that time. I took some detours until I flourished but given my “druthers,” I would have been either a shoe designer (would you buy a Kate Chew shoe for thousands of dollars?) or a rock star (I would sound like a cross between Janis Joplin totally high and a bull moose in heat.) Perhaps what happened was the best course after all.
Is there anything about the opposite sex you just don’t understand or comprehend?
How much time do I have here? I don’t know why they don’t know what I’m thinking at any given moment. I don’t know why they don’t know what presents I want. How can they tune out things I say and only hear words that don’t include work? How does he exasperate, agitate and mystify me at the same time? Why is there such a hole in life when he is not around?
Thanks so much for taking the spotlight, Kate! Up next week, it’s Marie Ann Bailey.