Arlene Switzer Flynn

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ARLENE retired from a long and extraordinary career in real estate, both residential and commercial, followed by ownership of her own mortgage broker company. She is a member of Who’s Who for Executives and Professionals in America. She returned to her ‘”forest” with thoughts of retirement, and a new love entered her life – writing. Her first novel “Buzzard’s Glory” hit the market running, and the sequel is hot on its trail. She also writes short stories of humor, old sage advice and inspiration.
There are times in our lives where we may find ourselves feeling the world has gone nuts around us. The sounds, sights and negative people of the world come at us like sticks of dynamite attacking our joy. Some,...
Father’s, I want to have a talk with you. I think you need to know just how important you really are in the lives of your offspring. When you plant the seed of life that comes into being you...
I can’t speak for your husband, I can only speak for mine. HE FEELS PAIN on a level never before recorded in the annals of time. We were out on the patio this morning when he waved his hand at...
You can’t move forward by looking down on others all the time. That’s my opinion anyway. Maybe that’s why I like this new generation so much. I for one believe they are going to be just fine, not all...
You know what I’m talking about! A real honest to goodness big fat juicy tomato ripe off the vine and it’s got my name on it. I’ve been patient through the long winter months enduring what I call the...
It was for Master of Sock Puppet. The first time I meet him he showed up at my daughter’s home covered with flees, emaciated thin and starving.  It was obvious the day he found his way out of the...
A PLACE FOR MOM The day was warm from the sunshine, the clouds puffy in the sky and I was drawn to take the long walk from my Forest home and meander through the whispering pines, my feet resting softly...
Fall in the lovely Shenandoah Valley was always an exciting and beautiful time of the year for all that dwelled there.  The trees became ornate colors of orange and yellow, and the air crisp after the heat of the...
In the time before time, there lived a clan known as  Rioghachd na h-Alba, the lost ones.  They wandered the hills and valleys always searching for the never-ending waters that would come to known as Galway  Bay. Their small...
In the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty-five a child was nestled inside the safety of his mother’s womb waiting for January or early February to arrive. The child would greet his new world, be meeting his...

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