Category Archives: Personal

RIP Doris Day

How I “starred” alongside Doris Day in a Hitchcock movie… OK. I am stretching the truth to the limits here, but I was actually IN the film, The Man Who Knew Too Much, alongside James Stewart and Doris Day Read … Continue reading

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Elizabeth Ducie Chats with Lance Greenfield

I thoroughly enjoyed my interview with Elizabeth Ducie, writer of many books, from thrillers to non-fiction advice on the business of writing. You can read my review of one of them, Deception, here. Follow the following link to read the full interview … Continue reading

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Life with Millie

Originally posted on Thoughts by Mello-Elo:
Suffering the loss of a family pet might seem trivial to some, but for those who have shared their lives with a four legged friend, that loss can be devastating. Henry After losing Henry,…

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The Decamile of Life

###   See more of my poetry on my Titbits page   ### Celebrating the Life of Tony Greenfield From Chapeltown to Broomcroft Is a mere ten miles: A decamile, mas o menos. That’s not a long way, But it … Continue reading

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Etchings In Stone

Originally posted on Writing and Music:
I’ll never forget coming home from work one evening in 2002, to find Rick excited about a new song project. We were in the planning stages for his new CD, “Etchings In Stone,” and…

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#weekendcoffeeshare: Celebrating my Father’s Life

If we were having coffee, I’d be sharing anecdotes with you from the remarkable life of my father, Tony Greenfield. I can assure you that you would not be bored and that you would be asking for more. On Thursday … Continue reading

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My Adoring Gardener

Oh, when can you come? To prune these sagging branches. To take away these drooping petals. To remove this browning foliage. Yet to leave these living buds, From which my honeyed bouquet Still exudes, sweetly into the air. Will you hold, till I … Continue reading

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