Meet the McDonalds: Processing

No turtles, no girdles

A New Genre?

I got tired of submitting stories, waiting to hear from the publishers, and then being rejected. I’ve written several stories about the McDonalds, a typical small college town family. I wondered what they (particularly Charlotte, the mom) would have to say in a blog.So Charlotte will be blogging about the McDonalds (with my help, of course). Here they are:Charlotte (known to everyone as Charlie): a former English major who hadn’t wanted to teach (or, as she herself would admit, do much else besides get married and have children). She works in the college library and still loves to read. She is a devout Episcopalian; this started in college as rebellion against her Unitarian parents, but she is, as she would say, “really into it.”She’ll tell you about everyone else.

I met my husband Ed in college when he had a beard. He loves computers and baseball.Our children are:

Betsey (the second “e” is in honor of Betsey Trotwood, David Copperfield’s aunt), our oldest child. Betsey is ironically reserved, surveying the antics of her siblings (and her mother and her friends) sometimes with amusement and sometimes mortification.

Joshua, two years younger than Betsey, is the least complicated of the children. You just need to feed him, let him run around, and laugh at his jokes.

Priscilla (Cilla) is two years younger than Josh, an intense but cuddly drama princess.

And, of course, Duke the Labradoodle and Nigel the cat

Meet the McDonalds

Monday, March 23, 2015

Processing

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