Author Archives: Deb Gorman

About Deb Gorman

Deb Gorman is an author, blogger, and speaker who escaped from a 9-5 job in the medical field to pursue what she really loves—words, words, and more words. A lifelong resident of the Pacific Northwest, she writes fiction and non-fiction in between long walks through orchard country with her husband, Alan, and playing with their German Shepherd, Hoka. You can catch up with Deb on her website, debggorman.com, and email her at debster145@gmail.com

Reader Friday-Can You Say “Chocolate”?

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Image courtesy of Pixabay

Valentine’s Day is important to me.

Why? you ask.

Because of chocolate, of course! No, just kidding . . . sort of.

From Wikipedia:

Valentine’s Day, also called Saint Valentine’s Day or the Feast of Saint Valentine,[1] is celebrated annually on February 14.[2] It originated as a Christian feast day honoring a martyr named Valentine, and through later folk traditions it has also become a significant cultural, religious and commercial celebration of romance and love in many regions of the world..[3][4]

(Heavy on commercial, I think.)

The question I have for you, burning in my soul this morning, is this: What is your favorite Valentine’s Day memory?

For me, it was and still is all of the Valentines my ankle biters made throughout their school journeys. Precious, every one. Here’s one of my favorites:

This is still on my desk in my office. Created circa 1980.

 

To be honest, I’m not certain it was a Valentine’s Day gift for me, but I think it was. She was about five.

So, over to you, TKZers!

What’s your favorite memory surrounding Valentine’s Day? Is it a story? A gift? Do tell…

And I hope you all have a sweet one today to add to your memories!

 

 

 

Reader Friday-Life Happens

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Simple question this morning, TKZers. Or maybe not so simple…

Inquiring minds want to know…

 

Life happens, right?

In your Reading/Writing life, is there a particular event from your own life that crops up over and over in what you write or choose to read? What “happening” in your own sojourn on planet earth flavors your stories? Something sad, or happy, or chaotic? Something that lifted you to new heights, or threw you down and stomped on you?

Each character is colored by my life experiences. Yours?

 

 

Not to be too gloomy or bleak, for me it was losing my younger brother and sister five years apart. Those dark years, as sad as they were while living through them, have formed my characters into people who know what’s important. And they teach me.

So, how about you? What about your life feeds into your favorite characters, either written or read?

 

 

 

 

Reader Friday-Fun With Words

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Let’s face it, words are fun. Readers and writers alike love the sound and feel of words. Words are to readers and writers as paint is to a painter, or metal is to a fabricator.

Speaking of, I ran across (not literally, of course!) a website that I’ve been playing with. Maybe you’ve heard of it, maybe not.

It’s called Random Ready. You’ll find lots and lots of word fun there, along with other categories of randomness for your word pleasure.

Click on “Words” at the top of the Home Page and you’ll be able to find synonyms, funny words, weird words, words to use when playing Charades, and on and on and on.

Who knew there were so many synonyms for mustache?

There’s even a tab called Fake Words! Here are the first fake words I saw:

Specons, Disatilingers, Preoriandy, Onoutpout, Outweing, Hypoplate, Memodecruit, Elocratonics, Bergeagers, Scologicts

Wild, huh? I dare you to go to Random Ready and have a bit of fun. And don’t forget to let us know what tickled your fancy!

 

Reader Friday-Goodbye To A Friend

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I hope a little indulgence is in order on The Killzone today.

6/18/2014-1/14/2025 . . . Play hard, sweet Hoka

We lost a good friend on Tuesday, January 14th. Her name was Hoka, the smartest German shepherd in the universe. It happened quickly. The vet thinks it was a stroke. She would have been eleven in June, and we’d kept company with her for nine years and one month.

We’ve had other dogs, but none as human as Hoka.

A little history: She was rescued from the local shelter by our daughter, who was able to be her mom for three months. When she moved to San Diego, she couldn’t take Hoka with her. She was named after Jessica’s favorite running/hiking shoe, and was her companion on the trails.

Jessica brought her to us to get acquainted, and it was love at first sight. When she came to live with us she was about a year and a half old, give or take. It was like a toddler moving in with gramma and grampa.

Let the games begin!

She had two speeds . . . fast and stop. She liked to chase cars along our rural dirt road—from inside our fence line, of course. Our neighbor once clocked her at 32 mph.

She had a human vocabulary of about twenty or so words and phrases, she was scared of gunfire, loved harassing our neighbors’ cats and cows from across the fence, and was always ready to jump in the Jeep and go to town with us. And, believe it or not, she could tell time. She knew when it was bedtime, and she knew–at 7am every morning–it was time to trek over to the west side of our property to chase away any of the neighbor’s cats who dared stray over our fence.

We walk the orchards around us every day and she went with us. The last few days, I’ve even taken pictures of her paw prints around our property and out in the orchards.

And my Dad. We took her three times a week to see him, and he loved her as much as we do. Many of the other residents in his facility  insisted on petting her. She was everybody’s dog, and she knew it.

There’s not a square inch of our house and five acres that her paws did not touch. She watched out for us as much as we took care of her. Every part of our daily schedule–now ten days without her–included her.

First, we learned to navigate life with Hoka; now we must learn to steer ourselves without her.

It’s going to be a long journey before we can let her lie without tears, but I know she’s getting acquainted with the other three dogs we’ve buried.

Hoka, keep running. We’ll come and play with you some day.

 

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Thank you, TKZers, for listening to me and understanding why I had to write this post. Many of you have shared your pets with us, so I know you “get it”.

 

Your comments and memories are most welcome.

 

 

Reader Friday-Let’s Go to the Movies…Again!

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My last post of 2024 was a fun discussion of favorite movie lines.

Today, let’s flip that and share the Worst Movie Lines Evah! The problem with this flip is that if a movie is bad, bad, bad, we tend to let it slip out of our memory banks. And often it’s the dialogue that makes the movie forgettable so we may have, well, forgotten those lines.

But there’s one that sticks out to me, and it’s been mentioned before over the decades.

Jenny, in Love Story: Love means never having to say you’re sorry…

Really? Love means always having to say you’re sorry…even when you’re not!  🙂

Now it’s your turn, TKZers…and if you have trouble remembering those forgettable lines, just google “worst movie lines”. I did!

 

Reader Friday-Dumbest Thing You Ever Did As A Kid

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I gotta say, I wasn’t the brightest bulb on the tree when I was a youngling. How about you?

Today’s assignment is to regale us with what, IYHO, was the grandest of dumb that you ever did as a kid.

The first (and definitely not the last on my list of dumb and dumbers…) happened in the drugstore situated next to my dad’s service station. I was 10 and my brother was 11. The school we attended was just across the street, and we often walked over after school to wheedle money out of Dad so we could go to the drugstore and get candy or soda.

That day, brainiac that I was, I tried to hide what I was buying from my brother…by sticking it in my pocket. Why? Who knows. The next thing I knew, I felt a large hand on my collar as I was hauled up to the counter. The drugstore owner called my Dad over at the station.

I’m sure you can imagine the rest of the story. Definitely not pretty.

So, TKZers, what’s the dumbest thing you remember doing when you were shorter and younger? And have you ever used it in your story-telling?

Go ahead, don’t be shy. We won’t laugh too hard at you…

 

 

Reader Friday-King of the Mountain

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Happy New Year, TKZLand!

Simple question today:  What book is King of the Mountain on your TBR pile?

 

 

 

Meaning, what is the first book you intend to read in 2025?

For me, it will be to finish Against All Enemies and start the next in the series, Friendly Fire, by our own John Gilstrap. Great stories!

So, how about you? Do tell . . .

 

 

Whew! We made it…

 

 

Reader Friday-Let’s Go To The Movies

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Hey TKZ gang! Let’s talk movie lines. We all have our favorites and I thought it’d be fun to share a few. Doesn’t have to be well-known, or spoken by a famous actor. Just one that grabbed your attention.

I have several favorites, like: We’re gonna need a bigger boat (Roy Scheider in Jaws); or, I have a very particular set of skills (Liam Neeson in Taken). And, …the future is coming and you’re not in it…” (Hammer to Mav, played by Ed Harris and Tom Cruise in Top Gun, Maverick).

But I have a new favorite, just realized the other evening when we were watching one of Tom Cruise’s Mission Impossible flicks. It slipped by me so quickly, I had to back up the movie to hear it again. Those movies (and we have all of them!) are more known for great action than stellar acting (sorry, Tom), but one of the bad guys had a moment. I can’t explain why the line resonated with me–maybe because it made me think about the world we live in.

Solomon Lane, played by Sean Harris

 

Here it is, spoken by bad guy Solomon Lane, played by actor Sean Harris: “Human nature, my weapon of choice . . .”

Dwell on that for a moment.

 

 

Okay, over to you, TKZers! What’s your favorite movie line?

Our TKZ holiday break is approaching, so I’ll see you again on the other side of 2024! Hope you all have a great and peaceful holiday season…

 

Reader Friday-The Weirdness of Words

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This is a post about weird.

I know, I know, there’s enough weird going around these days . . . but this weird is quite fun. Yeah, you guessed it–it’s about words, our favorite pastime here at TKZ. Specifically, about where words come from. (And I’m not talking cave walls…)

And with a nod to Garry’s fun post from yesterday, there are no Swedish words here. 🙂

I ran across this website that might just tickle your where-did-that-word-come-from fancy.

Weird Word Origins

I’m going to give you, voila!, three words whose origins are definitely over-the-top funny and unique. Here we go:

Just call me Wally…

WALRUS–The walrus is an undeniably funny-looking animal. It’s got a droopy, hangdog kind of face, grumpy-old-man whiskers, and two ludicrous-looking tusks. (No offense to any walruses who may be reading this.)

So, it seems fitting that walrus also has a funny origin story: it may literally mean “whale-horse.” Well, maybe.

Anyway, even if it’s not strictly true, the story goes that walrus comes from Dutch. Walvis means “whale” and ros means “horse.” Put it together and a walrus is a “whale-horse.” Which, if you look at this absurd animal, seems like a fitting name for it.

That wasn’t me!

 

FIZZLE–to make a hissing or sputtering sound, especially one that dies out weakly.” You know what the word originally meant? “To pass gas,” probably in that manner where you’re trying to stifle it. (Don’t pretend you don’t know what we mean.)

 

 

And, last but not least . . .

Look like anyone you know?

BONKERS—Bonkers is a funny-sounding word. It’s a humorous, softer, informal way to say “crazy” or “nuts.” Its origins aren’t clear, but bonkers is first recorded as British naval slang for “a bit drunk” in the 1940s—perhaps acting as if someone has bonked, or hit, them on the head.

So, TKZers, go ahead and find your own weird word origins, and maybe share them with us to make us snort in our cuppas!

 

Reader Friday-Let The Games Begin!

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There’s a day on the calendar I’d just as soon forget.

No, not talking about 9/11, Pearl Harbor, various mass shootings and the like. Although we should remember those events because as we well know, if we forget, we’re condemned to repeat them.

Get me outta here!

No, what I’m referencing is TODAY. Yeah, today. Don’t they call it Black Friday or some such? And why would I just as soon forget it? Skip it? Beam me over to the other side of it?

Because I hate shopping!

Not just today, but any day and twice on Sundays. Does that disqualify me to be a girl? I’ve always hated it. (Cue Deb shrugging like she doesn’t care, because she doesn’t…)      🙂

So, tell us, TKZers.

Do you shop on the day after Thanksgiving? Or do you hide, like me?