- I didn’t have to recite the alphabet song in my head to remember where the letter Q belongs
- One-size-fits-all, truly fit all sizes
- I didn’t have to un-ask the questions for which there is no answer (for instance, why not me or why me?)
- Lanky, with come-hither grey eyes was real and not a character(s) in the novels I write
- I knew how to spell
- I could drink vodka with Marlene Dietrich in the Late Night Grande Hotel
- I could say what I feel in the moment I am in and not find the words after the fact when it’s too late
- I knew the answers and not have to bother with the questions
- I had said good-bye to my father
- My grandmother shared her stories instead of hiding them away
- I had found my voice earlier
- I said I love you later
- I knew what to do about dangling participles
- We could coexist
- The politicians could coexist
- Love was not always fleeting
- But if love must sometimes be fleeting, then the residual ache after it flies was not so brutal
- I could have met my great-grandmother, Hinueva, and asked her if all those stories I heard from my mom and her sisters were true
- The answers to questions I hear are the answers I want to hear
- That today’s poetry was accessible and not stark and starved for words, had padding, and some sexy Latina curves
- Passionate pursuits were heartbreak free
- Auto-correct on my IPhone could read my mind and correct correctly
- There were no reality television shows
- People would re-discover reading with a vengeance and buy more novels
- I could be one of the Avengers or better still, a dame in a Raymond Chandler novel. Hell, I wish I could write as well as he did.
- The new black was always black and fashion designers would stop insisting on redefining classics. What would Coco think?
- I didn’t have to write a blog post when I am knee deep in a story or when I am riding a creative wave
- I could automagically wish my way to the end of the redraft of my new WIP
- There was at least one Some Enchanted Evening for the skeptics and non-believers of love at first site
- Double-cream brie cheese was considered diet food
- Wax poetically was not a cliché
- I could spare my children heartaches and lessons learned the hard way
- Margaret Mitchell and Harper Lee wrote more than one book (always on my list of wishes)
- Living with reckless abandonment was a required at least once after 18, three times after 21, and a way of life after 40.
- I had seen Elvis on stage
- There was more good and less bad, more positive and less negative, more love and less hate, more peace and no war
- Self-acceptance and loving the skin you are in, was first nature and not something a person had to learn or buy a self-help book to discover
- I could bake a soufflé
- I could see Aurora Borealis one more time
- Dwight Yoakam would sing one of the songs written by a character in my first book
- I was sitting at Swithins, a bar in London,drinking French Chablis with my bestest pal, Stoooooh, or at that Café in Barcelona – remember?
- I sometimes wish I hadn’t lost so many friends over the years– and that all the people I met were for all seasons sort of friends, and not just spring flings
- For each of us to realize our dreams
- To live passionately, always
I am participating in a game of global Blog tag. I know those of us who connect via social media take it for granted, myself included. When I think about all those writers before us who relied on postage stamps, Par Avion blue paper, telegrams, and wrote in their journals for connection, I cannot help but wonder how lucky we are to have found friends we might never have met if not for blogging and yes, Facebook, the evil darkness mistress of distraction and time loss.
And now, without further ado, please hop over and read the words from InJensMind. She has a warm heart and a story to delight.
Be brave it’s only a wish you are sharing.
The warmest of thanks to Vinita for such a thoughtful introduction. Take it away, Jen.
What do you sometimes wish?