MARILYN MONROE: A LIFE IN 100 TAKES & YEARS by Teresa Inge

If Marilyn Monroe had lived to see 2026, she would have turned 100 on June 1—a milestone that invites us to look beyond the platinum hair, camera flashes, and famous white dress. Born Norma Jeane Mortenson in Los Angeles in 1926, she entered the world with little security. Her childhood was marred by living in 10 foster homes, an orphanage, and, at age 16, marriage to her next-door neighbor, James Dougherty, to avoid returning to foster care. Dougherty later recalled that although he knew Norma Jeane Dougherty, he never knew Marilyn Monroe—the star she would become, to escape her early life.

I first learned about Monroe as a child, watching her movies with my mother. Years later, after reading her biography, I understood why fans remain fascinated by her life. It’s not only her beauty, but vulnerability, screen presence, and the star she carefully crafted to interest people.  

Becoming Marilyn Monroe

After divorcing Dougherty in 1946, Monroe’s transformation from factory worker and model to Hollywood legend was not simply luck. She studied acting, the camera, literature, and music, while critics underestimated her. By the 1950s, films such as Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Seven Year Itch, and Some Like It Hot made her the most recognized performer on Earth.

Marriages & Production Company

Monroe later founded a production company to seek serious roles in an industry eager to package her as fantasy. Her marriages to Joe DiMaggio in 1954 and Arthur Miller in 1956 did not survive, strained by jealousy, pressure, and the glare of fame.

Creative Control

During that period, Monroe clashed with Hollywood studios over typecasting, low pay, lack of creative control, suspensions, and contract disputes. Her reputation for arriving late to set, keeping crews waiting, and reliance on acting coach Paula Strasberg after each take, made it hard for studios to take her seriously. Yet those struggles show how she was fighting to be understood, respected, and shape her own career.

Happy Birthday, Mr. President

In May 1962, Monroe sang "Happy Birthday" to President John F. Kennedy at Madison Square Garden. Shortly after, 20^th Century-Fox fired her in June 1962, due to her absences from filming Something’s Got to Give, and the studio’s frustration over her going to New York for Kennedy’s event, despite production issues.

Death

Marilyn Monroe died on August 5, 1962. Her death was officially ruled a probable suicide from an overdose of barbiturates.

Legacy 

At 100, Marilyn Monroe remains a cultural icon. She stands as a symbol of beauty, ambition, vulnerability, and reinvention. A self-made artist who understood the power of image and celebrity long before the modern world had language for it. Her performances, photographs, and public persona continue to invite fascination because they hold radiance and mystery. 

 

AUTUMN BUCKET LIST by Kimberly R. Thorn

Autumn Bucket List             

By: Kimberly R. Thorn

Write/Tell a ghost story

Attend a bonfire

Go star gazing

Listen to a fall romance novel audiobook

Go on a drive with someone to see the leaves changing

Enjoy a cup of hot apple cider

Make some pumpkin bread

Go bobbing for apples

Wear a Halloween costume of your favorite character

Read a fall mystery while cuddling with your pet under a cozy blanket, sipping some hot tea

Have a fall picnic on a blanket

Ride a hayride

Eat some hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream    

                         

Attend a fall festival

Try your luck in a corn maze

Take a romantic stroll through the fall leaves on a trail

Wear an ugly fall sweater

Listen to a ghost story someone tells in person, in the dark

Have a sing-along by a campfire

Attend/have a Halloween party

Have some fun at a fall carnival

Rake the leaves up into a pile then let your pet and/or kids jump into them.  Better yet, you jump in with them too

Sit near the water with some friends and family telling each other silly jokes.  The first one who laughs loses.  What is the loser to do?  Treat everyone to dessert?

Do your workout outside instead of indoors

Always keep a small gratitude journal with you.  Log in things you’re grateful for during this fall to remember later.

Read a classic novel outside while drinking hot coffee.

Get some naps in later in the morning or early afternoon

Take a day or weekend trip to someplace new to enjoy

Go pick some fresh apples at an apple orchard

Compliment someone you don’t know but see all the time somewhere

Tell someone who you know what you like, love or admire about them

Try reading something that you wouldn’t normally read.  A different author, or genre, maybe.

Join a book club or start your own

Attend an outdoor festival                                             

See a band play

Support local business

Try some new food or a new restaurant

Do something that gets you closer to obtaining a dream that you have.

Do something for someone else that puts them closer to their dream, if you can

Introduce yourself to someone new

Encourage/bless someone

Watch a scary movie with the lights out

Read a memoir or a nonfiction book while in bed

Have a fall cookout

Change your battery in your smoke detector when daylight savings time ends

THE CASE OF THE MISSING APPLE SEASON part 1 by Yvonne Saxon

 

The Fannie Farmer 1896 Cook Book

   September. Labor Day weekend. Feet up on the desk, hoping for an easy Friday and then taking off early for the holiday weekend.

 Plans? No big plans. business is slow when regular people are chasing the last cookout before the kiddos go back to school. Me? Leaving early to save on the electric bill.
Then she hammered on the door. 
Of all the county agricultural extension offices in all the rural counties in all the world, she has to walk into mine.
 “It’s open, don’t break it down” I called. A gorgeous dame, dressed smartly in an interesting shade of green, swooped in.
 “Mr. Braeburn I’ve been robbed! They’re destroying everything I’ve worked for-you have to help me!” 
“Why don’t you take a deep breath and tell me your name,” I said, motioning her to a chair while abandoning my idea of leaving early. 

THE INSPIRATION BEHIND FATAL LEGISLATION - A 2017 PACEMAKER RECALL, by Ellen Butler

As an author, inspiration for a novel can appear in unexpected places. For my second Karina Cardinal mystery, Fatal Legislation, it came from something as ordinary as a television commercial about a pacemaker recall. My research-junkie brain immediately went on high alert. A little digging revealed the reason behind the recall: cybersecurity vulnerabilities that could allow the pacemakers to be hacked. And just like that, the seeds of a murder mystery were planted.

When we think of computer hacking, we usually imagine stolen passwords and breached networks leading to personal information being sold on the dark web. But in 2017, cybersecurity concerns reached beyond our computer systems into the human heart.

A modern pacemaker is essentially a tiny computer implanted inside the body. It monitors the heart and sends electrical impulses to keep it beating properly. Wireless capabilities enable doctors to remotely monitor their patients’ heart health. But this wireless communication also creates a potential point of entry for hackers. The problem affected radio-frequency-enabled pacemakers capable of communicating wirelessly with external equipment. A convenience for patients and doctors that created a dangerous vulnerability.

A bad actor exploiting this cybersecurity vulnerability could gain access and alter a pacemaker's programming. A disturbing possibility to ponder. In a worst-case scenario, manipulation could lead to inappropriate pacing, and potential death. Which is exactly how the victim in Fatal Legislation is murdered.

The pacemakers in question were updated with security patches. However, discussions with cybersecurity specialists led me to understand that any device with firmware has the potential to be hacked. It’s only a matter of time before a true bad actor finds another vulnerability.

When a computer is helping to keep a human heart beating, cybersecurity becomes more than a matter of data protection, it becomes one of physical safety. Which leaves behind some hard questions. Updating the implanted firmware carries risks of its own, is it riskier to leave the vulnerabilities or update them? Could a hack be disguised as a natural pacemaker failure? Is it the perfect crime? Will we see future implanted cybersecurity risks?

Knowing this information, how comfortable would you feel having a wireless pacemaker installed?

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Ellen Butler is a bestselling mystery and historical fiction author. Her Karina Cardinal mystery series was praised by Publishers Weekly as “intelligent escapism”. Butler infuses her fast-paced mystery-action novels with authenticity and intrigue. 

BEANTOWN OR SWEET TOWN? By Jeff Tanner

Great Molasses Flood
Historical Marker

If you’ve been to Boston, you probably think the city’s history began with the first colonists and ended with the War of 1812.

You’d be wrong.

But then again, what gets remembered motivates tourists to travel and spend money. Not two forgotten major disasters. Both changed how responsibility for human-created catastrophes is assigned and paid, but they don’t bring the tourists.

The first occurred in 1919 – the Great Molasses Flood.

Yes, molasses. 

A molasses tank burst, dispensing 2.3 million gallons in a 30-foot-high flash flood that swept through the neighborhood at 35 miles per hour. Buildings were flattened, in some cases their roof still intact after the walls were gone. A piece of steel sheared through a column holding up the elevated train tracks, just moments after a passenger train had passed by. A fire station was lifted from its foundation and moved over a hundred feet.

Twenty-one people were killed, most dying that day, and another 150 were injured.

The tank was built so that the Purity Distilling Company could make as much alcohol as possible before Prohibition (passed the day after the flood) took effect. The job was rushed, the material was subpar, and the tank insufficiently tested. In fact, it was never fully filled with water before it was put into service!

Blame fell on the builder’s treasurer, who was responsible for the lack of testing, poor quality materials, etc. He even ordered the tank painted brown to hide the leaks.

Boston, Beantown, could’ve been named Sweet City for it smelled of molasses for years after.

The second disaster occurred over twenty years later. In 1942, the Coconut Grove nightclub burned. Once the headquarters of mobster Charles “King” Solomon (who was killed in 1933), the huge warren of former warehouses was still a popular dance and dining club. The Grove boasted a roll-away roof so patrons could dance under the stars.

But the owner grew tired of people walking their checks by sneaking out of the fire exits, so he bolted them shut. A window that could have been knocked out was plywooded over. When the fire started, the only escape known to the public was a single revolving door that quickly jammed. When it finally broke, the oxygen from outside created a horrific fireball that incinerated all who were there.

The fire resulted in the largest death toll in a nightclub fire, and at the time, the second largest building fire death toll (the 9/11 attacks are now first).

Just 10 days prior, the Fire Department had inspected the building and declared it safe. No mention of bolted doors and blocked windows. But that’s the only permit the place had – no liquor license, no food-handling permit, nothing.

Coconut Grove Fire Historical Marker

The impact of this calamity is far-reaching, and not just in the obvious ways of permitting and fire safety. Burn care was revolutionized, in part because the city’s healthcare system was well-prepared to handle the disaster. They were ready for potential needs caused by World War II and Nazis sinking ships near the coast. Treatments for burn victims advanced rapidly since there were so many all at once. These treatments, including for psychological trauma, were put immediately into widespread practice in the military.

While numerous outcomes of these two tragedies have advanced healthcare, made urban living safer, and increased personal liability for those responsible, these two tragedies are marked only by these plaques.

 

 

THE ART OF STORYTELLING: PART III: WHAT ABOUT STYLE? by Penny Hutson

In Part I of my series, “The Art of Storytelling,” I discussed the importance of the protagonist in the overall success of a story, but what else does a writer need to consider? Surely a writer’s style has something to do with it, but what exactly is style? Can a writer consciously develop one or is it something that only comes naturally?

E.B. White claims, in his essay “An Approach to Style,” that “there is no satisfactory explanation of style.” Darn! Not the answer I was looking for. In fact, he adds that it 's somewhat of a mystery, but that it has something to do with the way a writer’s words sound on paper. Why some words sound better than others when put together in a certain way, however, is essentially unknown.

Yet there is something that distinguishes Stephen King’s work from another horror writer, for example, or Hemmingway from Faulkner, Fitzgerald from Salinger. It’s something we can all see and hear in their writing, but we can’t quite put our finger on what that something is or even agree on what it might be. I say it’s the writer’s style, and it’s the same for singers, dancers, musicians, sculptors, painters, or any type of artist.

So, this is the million-dollar question. Does the writer have any control over their style?

Of course, a writer can take classes to improve their writing skills just as actors, painters, singers, or other artists can take lessons to improve their craft, but does that affect their style?  Despite his claim about the elusiveness of style, E.B. White does have a suggestion on how a writer might find their own style. He says that writers should place themselves in the background and write in a way that comes naturally. In other words, trying to copy, force, or fake a style won’t work. In fact, he believes it will hinder the process. He also cautions the beginning writer to stay away from “. . . all devices that are popularly believed to indicate style – all mannerisms, tricks, adornments.” Interestingly, he says the path “to style is by way of plainness, simplicity, orderliness, sincerity.”

So, if you’ve been searching for or trying to create your own style (or wondering if you even have one), try White’s advice and see what happens. Let me know if you find this blog helpful or interesting, and I’ll see you next time with Part IV of “The Art of Storytelling.”

WRITING ON A SHOESTRING: DAVID MEETS GOLIATH by Michael Rigg

You’ve, no doubt, read about it. Or seen it depicted on film: the Battle of Thermopylae. Xerxes, King of Persia, versus Leonidas, King of Sparta. The brave stand of the immortal Three-Hundred Spartans against the overwhelming numbers of the invading Persian army. The Spartans’ “fighting in the shade,” while thousands of Persian arrows blocked out the sun. The eventual triumph of the Persians and death to all those who dared resist.

It’s the stuff of myth and legend. And it sums up how I often feel as a writer.

Say what?

Okay, comparing yourself as a writer to Leonidas leading three-hundred Spartans against impossible odds may not seem like the best analogy to make. But some days, that’s exactly how I feel as a writer: overwhelmed, under-resourced, and outgunned.

I recently had the moderator of a panel I’m slated to be on at an upcoming conference write in an email, “If you want your publicist to send me your book in advance, my address is below.”

My publicist?

Ha. I don’t have a publicist. Or an agent. Or a large publishing house with a massive advertising budget. I have a great publisher. But it's a mid-sized, independent publisher. Not much money for extensive advertising. So, a lot of marketing—and the expenses—fall to little old me. Oh, and I’m my own agent and publicist, too.

But the assumption seems to be that if your novel gets nominated for an award, you have all those things: an agent, a large publishing house backing your play, and a publicist. And that it’s no trouble or expense at all to send a “free” book to a panel moderator.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You know what they say about assuming, right?

I’m not complaining. I’m really not. To the contrary, I’m grateful. The reason I received the request for a copy of my novel is because it’s been nominated for an award and the moderator wants to read it in preparation for the panel introducing award nominees. As a matter of fact, my debut novel, Voices of the Elysian Fields, has been nominated for three prestigious awards this year: an Agatha (at Malice Domestic), an Anthony (at Bouchercon), and a Macavity (through Mystery Readers International). The Agatha is history (I didn’t win). The Anthony and Macavity are pending. (Keeping fingers crossed.)

Who knows if I stand a chance of being chosen? It seems so unlikely, given the realities of novels published by major publishing houses, books advertised to the hilt, and thousands of readers “in the bag.”

No agent, no deep-pockets publishing house, no publicist. And yet, here I am—nominated along with “the big dogs.” I’m certain the Polymarket® would give my chances as being somewhere between “Surely You Jest,” and “A Snowball’s Chance.” 

I’ve come a long way since I started my writing journey. And I’ve accomplished more than I ever expected. I’ve met so many new people—quite an accomplishment for a deeply introverted person. I’ve made fans—something I never really thought about having before I became a writer.

Then there are the authors I’ve become friends with—many of whom have mentored me or provided support in other ways. Just take a look at the blurbs in my two novels, Voices of the Elysian Fields and Shadows of Frenchmen, and I think you’ll get an idea of what I mean. With that kind of support—it's what got me here—maybe there’s hope after all.

In sum, it’s been one heck of a ride. And it’s only just begun. So, come what may, I’ll continue to fight the good fight, write the very best stories I can, and “let the good times roll.”

If you have a problem with that, give my publicist a ring.