Pamela Redford Russell's Blog: Swerve, page 2

Mother's Day 2020 Continued

A Mother's Day 2020 full of wonder... how do we do it? Zoom. Skype. Cards in the mail. An old-time phone call. Exchanged waves through windows. Thoughts and memories, silent and reflective of inner lives. It's not the way we communicate but what that can be wonderful.

Mother's Day 2020

For the moment I'm swerving from this blog's swerve theme and focusing on what will be a strange but possibly wonderful Mother's Day.

The two novels I wrote years ago about mothers and daughters before I was a mother are much on my mind as Mother's Day 2020 approaches.






More Mother's Day musings to follow.

Readers and Writers

Every writer is a reader first.

Swerve

I knew my life was going to change when I heard Grant Tinker's voice telling me he thought I could maybe, just maybe, write for The Mary Tyler Moore Show. I left the phone booth feeling different, even a little dizzy, and headed through the Murphy Hall crowd to my next class. Fawn Brodie's American Political Biography. Something was happening to me but I didn't have a name for it yet.
More than forty years later in Michelle Obama's brilliantly conversational memoir BECOMING was the word that described it all perfectly.
I borrowed it from Michelle Obama when I named this blog Swerve. I hope she won't mind.

Swerve

I was a UCLA history major when I called Grant Tinker's office from a Murphy Hall pay phone
after class one day in 1974. He had good news for me. That's when my swerve began.