Archive for August, 2015

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I will be teaching in Palm Springs on September 11 and 13 and then we travel to Camas, Washington September 26-30th.

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Mondays with Melitas – August 17, 2015

IS THERE LIFE AFTER “WHAT A LIFE!”?                   AUGUST 17, 2015


There is no rhyme or reason why over 90 people showed up                 at Heritage Palms CC on Saturday, July 25th for a book signing of THE BOOK. I could not, and still cannot fathom it — was it a dream? — maybe it was because I do need to be getting loads of sleep to catch up on all the z-z-z-s I lost in the past year. The festivities were so great: Tammy had the schedule moving right along, the speakers all had a few, choice words. I want to mention their names because it would be nice to take them along on all the book signings that I may be asked to do in the future. I am keeping a copy of what they said so it will all be the same when we are out on the road. I loved what they had to say. To be ready, I have to keep watching the Sunday paper for the top 50 book sales — I haven’t broken into that elite crowd yet. You have to have hope. That’s part of life.

I forgot to mention that I dolled up in my Grand Marshal gear that I wore back in 2009 for the San Juan Capistrano Swallows Day Parade. (I love wearing my boots.) Further on that subject, that was such an honor for me, and I had a wonderful, memorable time..

Here I have been straying again off the subject. The Ladies who spoke in this assembly of booklovers are all writers in Tammy’s school. There was Pat Erickson, Jo Ann Gill, Paula Young, Marlene Levine, Maureen Croft, DorYs (yes, that is Dorys with a “Y”) Forray, and Vickie Rabjohn. Let me tell you, that is a hand of 7-card stud to draw to. These are all my pals in writing classes, so they had to say something kinda nice.

Then my Puerta Rican Friend, Maribel Llorens, made her way to the podium with Tammy, and they insisted I join them. They had a lovely gift for me, and I had a terrible time getting into the package. I was beginning to fade fast from all the overuse of my body signing 175 books. My right arm nearly had to succumb to a shot from Dr.C.

to revive it. Those books are heavy. I thought Maribel would never get through her story of how she struggled to smuggle the gift from the bowels of Mexico through check points, evading the authorities, and I am so happy she was able to get back into the US of A without being dragged off to jail for smuggling. Oh, by the way, the gift is a very pretentious looking bottle of Tequila. She and Tammy told me that it is a very expensive bottle. I am wondering if it is the bottle that is expensive, or if it is the Tequila in it. I have to trust them because I am not about to drive down to Loreto to check this “REGALO DE DIOS” brand out. (Translation: “Gift of God.) I don’t know whether to open it or not. If I ended up hooked on it, I wouldn’t be able to keep myself supplied because the finances are dwindling down just like the body, and I can’t seem to visualize the Three Wise Men making their way to Casa Agave on Dandelion Dr. to bring me the replenishments I would need every few weeks.

One of my great nephews, Michael Forster, managed to get the floor, and had some kind words. I think it was a good thing for him to do, and show the booklovers that the Forsters are nice people who stick together through thick and thin. Thanks, Mike. There were so many of the family there, I can’t go on and on with all their names. I was so proud they were there.

My right arm, the whole thing, from fingertips to rotator cuff, is throwing in the towel for this week. The appendage must last long enough for me to give many thanks who joined in this unforgettable celebration. Thanks to all the help we had, and then to all you who came to see what this book, “What a Life!” is all about.

If you figure it out, let me know.

MELITAS FORSTER                          MONDAYS WITH MELITASbook signing 1bREGALO DE DIOS

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Bubbe, Abuela, Grandma….

My life changed on August 15, 2015 at 8:48 am when a sweet bundle of love joined us here on earth.

Her name is Harmony Mary and she is my first grandchild.

I can hardly wait until I get to hold her in my arms…how precious she is to me already.

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Mondays with Melitas – August 10, 2015

Melitas has had a busy week with all her book signings and I told her to take the week off and rest her hands.  She will return next week. In the mean time, have you purchased your book?  If not, you can email her directly and she will let you know the price and charge for shipping.  Her email is

If you have already purchased her amazing book, how about giving her a review on

Here is a picture of her after her book signing luncheon…I think she was a little bit tired!

mel with boots on

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Mondays with Melitas – August 3, 2015

Lori lounging after flight from Houston

Lori lounging after flight from Houston

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The Aztec Princess and Lori with a BOOK

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Melitas and Lori. the props: Tequila on the rocks, a Margarita, & “What a Life!”

DÉJÀ VU ALL OVER AGAIN                                   AUGUST 3, 2015


Already, I have stolen that expression – maybe it was from Yogi Berra, who murdered the English Language in hilarious fashion, he also was one of the greatest catchers in the MLB for the Great New York Yankees.

Now that that’s out of the way, I will start my story with, of all things: a PROLOGUE. This Prologue is only mentioned so that you can go to the heavy book titled “What a Life!” If you can lift it, (I have a little trouble, especially with my right arm which signed 175 of those tomes,) you go to story “New Neighbor” on page 201. Read that first, then you will be up to speed.

The story now begins: Talk about Déjà vu! This took place on

July 22nd, the year is 2015. I had just arrived home from my annual appointment with the Cardiologist. The Warden, of course, sees to it that I get there for appointments, and she has her eagle ear listening to what the doctor says. She said, he said my heart is fine. She got my rocks glass out, and started to prepare a libation for me since I had been so good at the Cardiologist’s — well, I was too concerned to go on and on with my lame jokes. I was thinking about my 97 year old heart and how much longer the warranty was good for.

And now seeing the rocks glass out on the counter settled me down. Just then, the door bell rang, and I went for the door since I didn’t want Alba to get mixed up with the drink and maybe forget the Tequila. (Horrors!)

I opened the door, and whom do I see? It’s Lori, the lady who had come to our door around 5 PM around the First of December, back

in 2000. At the time, she was going through the neighborhood inviting folks to an “open house” to get acquainted, and we were last on her journey. She appeared a little bedraggled from tramping around, so I had invited her in. She wasn’t looking bedraggled in the present, and invited her in, anyway.

When the Warden heard Lori’s voice, there was commotion in the kitchen: cupboard door where Margarita glasses are stowed was slamming a bit, then pantry door was opening (that’s where the ingredients are kept,) was making a slight racket. This was going to be much faster service than it was 15 years ago. That’s for sure.

You see, Lori had moved from our ‘hood a couple of years ago

all the way to Houston. Houston!!!, and now she had put herself on a plane to Palm Springs — from Houston!— so she could be a part of the BOOK signing celebration on Saturday, the 25th. Can you fathom that? All the way from Houston!, all by her little self?

We enjoyed the early evening recalling all our good times here during the years Lori graced herself with her presence, and bemoaned the years now without her. The bartender, meanwhile, was doing an excellent job, but to keep everyone on the straight and narrow, the bar is always closed after 2 rounds.

If I ever have to go to someone’s book-signing, it better not be an airplane flight away. I DON’T FLY. Not anymore. Anyway, I used to. I even piloted those little puddle jumpers — maybe about 70 years ago.

So, if you are planning to have a book-signing, just be sure it’s close by. The Warden doesn’t do long distance driving anymore.

In the meantime, Lori, have a safe trip back to your new stomping ground — HOUSTON!!!!!

Loved seeing you.



MELITAS FORSTER                                     MONDAYS WITH MELITAS


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