Monday, November 9, 2009

Charlotte Vale Allen

She's a writer. She was relevant in my life.  She lived next door. I loved her middle name.  I still do. I mean, my middle name is Mary.

I didn't know it at the time.  I was 15.  Later, when we reconnected, I knew.

She knew my mother. The hell of my mother.  

Her first book was called, "Love Life".  She survived abuse.  Then she became a woman's advocate.

I remember the day she brought the manuscript of her first novel to our house in Connecticut.

She was consequently published 36 times.

She adopted me and my two (2) sisters.  She took us everywhere.

She was glamorous, beautiful, impudent and brilliant. Now she is mostly kind.

I'm lucky.  Not lucky in love.  Lucky in other ways. I get to know interesting people.


Menopausal New Mom said...

What a wonderful tribute to Charlotte!

Keane said...

"I'm lucky. Not lucky in love. Lucky in other ways. I get to know interesting people."

What a profound line. I think we are all exposed to true love in some form in our lives - parental, familial, via friends... It's important (and sometimes very hard) to focus on the good.

Great post. Very touching :)

Briana said...

Charlotte is amazing. She is funny, intelligent, and cool. And as much as I admired her (and continue to), I fall back into the awkward, shy, 13-year old that I was when we met Charlotte.

I wish I had the courage to contact her - I'm a weenie!

Maureen@IslandRoar said...

Sounds like you were Supposed to know her and have her in your life for a reason.
Nice post.

SweetPeaSurry said...

She sounds awesome, sanity in a world of confusion!!


Vodka Mom said...

very, very cool.

LL said...

Interesting people? My dear... you are interesting people!

Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts said...

What a beautiful post.