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		<title>What I Didn&#8217;t Learn In Kindergarten</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 19:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marie Bartlett</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Best-selling books in the past explained how basic life lessons were  often found in preschool: Importance of sharing;playing well with  others; listening. With all due respect, here’s what I didn’t learn in  kindergarten but wish I had:
* The world is not run by 20-somethings as we boomers like to point out.  [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Best-selling books in the past explained how basic life lessons were  often found in preschool: Importance of sharing;playing well with  others; listening. With all due respect, here’s what I didn’t learn in  kindergarten but wish I had:<br />
* The world is not run by 20-somethings as we boomers like to point out.  It’s run by ten-year-old smarties who understand more than most older  adults about evolving technology. Try winning a video game with these  miniature techies. While they are scoring big points, we are still  flipping the unit and mumbling “now HOW do you turn this thing on?” What  I didn’t learn in kindergarten is that when I neared the age of rapid  diminishing return, ten-year-olds would rule.<br />
* Did you see actress Helen Mirren at age 63 in a bikini? She looks  GREAT! Give me a break. Not only has she never had kids, but she has a  gazillion dollars to pay someone to sweat in her place. What I didn’t  learn in kindergarten is that little boys grow up to be…big boys. And  little girls grow up still wondering, even in their golden years, if  they can ever stop comparing themselves to other women. And the answer  is – NOT.<br />
* Men &amp; Relationships: I didn’t learn squat in kindergarten. Ditto  50 years later.<br />
* During infrequent good behavior I exercise and eat right. My doctor  continues to tell me I will die of something sooner or later. He’s still  working on that bedside manner thingy. What I didn’t learn in  kindergarten is that throughout the journey, life remains full of  surprises and all we can do is work hard, play hard, and try to figure  out what makes the best, most successful path for us. So forget the  destination and enjoy your own customized journey. Or just ask a  ten-year-old for advice.</p>
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		<title>Police Stories</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 18:26:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marie Bartlett</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[First book still going strong: Trooper Down! Life and Death on the Highway Patrol
My first nonfiction book, full of anonymous police stories, remains one of the most popular topics on my website. Police officers from around the country have contacted me since the hardback first appeared more than 20 years ago, to tell me it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>First book still going strong: Trooper Down! Life and Death on the Highway Patrol</strong></p>
<p>My first nonfiction book, full of anonymous police stories, remains one of the most popular topics on my website. Police officers from around the country have contacted me since the hardback first appeared more than 20 years ago, to tell me it still conveys what it&#8217;s like to be a highway patrol officer on a day-to-day basis regardless of the state in which they work. And that was the purpose of writing a book about police stories &#8211; to incorporate one state agency (the North Carolina Highway Patrol) that exemplified officers everywhere, in all types of law enforcement.</p>
<p>Trooper Down! was republished in paperback (Pocket Books) in 1991 and has since been adopted by some criminal justice departments as required reading. In addition, sons and daughters of officers featured in the police stories that were considering a career in law enforcement say the book helped guide them in their occupational choices.</p>
<h3>The Police Officers of Trooper Down!</h3>
<p>All of which is very gratifying, but it is the police officers themselves who &#8220;wrote the book,&#8221; by allowing me entry into their world and sharing their true stories on the job. With a signed wavier in hand – I accompanied them at my own risk – I rode along day and night, from the mountains of western North Carolina to the seashore at the Outer Banks, listening, watching, learning, and never once forgetting that truth remains stranger than fiction. Their police stories are strange at times, yet very real.</p>
<h3>The Sacrifices as Told in Trooper Down! police stories:</h3>
<p>I interviewed families who had lost police officers in the line of duty: a mother who, when she heard the footsteps of someone at her door late at night, somehow knew that her officer son had been killed; the fiancée that learned just before her wedding that her soon-to-be-husband wasn’t coming home; the wife who never failed to tell her police officer husband that she loved him, just in case. As a widow, she said, those three words brought her comfort.</p>
<h3>Did You Know?</h3>
<p>Since this police stories book was published, some things have changed within the highway patrol organization and some things have not.</p>
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<li>James J. Kilpatrick, syndicated Washington columnist and grammarian, wrote the foreword for Trooper Down! Considered a strong advocate of police officers, he also appeared on &#8220;60 Minutes,&#8221; and his news stint was eventually parodied on &#8220;Saturday Night Live.&#8221;</li>
<li>As of 2006, only 2.3 percent of the NC Highway Patrol police officers were women, compared with less than one percent when Trooper Down! was first published in 1988. Yet their police stories still resonant with readers.</li>
<li>In South Carolina, a mere 2.9 percent of highway police officers are female.</li>
<li>In Virginia, 5.5 percent of police troopers are women.</li>
<li>Nationwide, it is estimated that women comprise only 12 percent of all police officers – not a great deal of progress in 20-plus years.</li>
<li>Among the worst years on record for police officers killed in the line of duty on the NC Highway Patrol: 1985 when Giles Harmon, Ray Worley, and Bobby Lee Coggins were all killed on routine stops within a six-month period of each other. Their police stories are grippingly told in Trooper Down! from which the title of the book was taken.</li>
<li>U.S. Senator Terry Sanford called Trooper Down! a police officer book that merits a read by anyone who cares about how our civil liberties are protected through &#8220;one of the nation&#8217;s most elite law enforcement agencies.&#8221;</li>
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		<title>Grieving the Loss of a Child</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:01:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marie Bartlett</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been more than ten years since I lost my youngest son, Shane, who died of severe aplastic anemia at the age of 19 after an 18-month illness. Since then, I have picked  myself up; reshaped my life; moved beyond the savage awfulness of raw grief. I laugh and smile again, don&#8217;t study his [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s been more than ten years since I lost my youngest son, Shane, who died of severe aplastic anemia at the age of 19 after an 18-month illness. Since then, I have picked  myself up; reshaped my life; moved beyond the savage awfulness of raw grief. I laugh and smile again, don&#8217;t study his self-portrait each time I walk past; don&#8217;t obsess about what I could and could not have done differently as his mother and primary caretaker. I have two surviving sons, and five grandchildren who bring me joy. And so, I am  blessed.</p>
<p>And yet&#8230;I pick up a copy of <em>Gifts from Shane</em>, the book I wrote about him and the process of grieving the loss of a child; flip through the pages where he comes to life again, this special, special boy, and sometimes find myself in tears again, missing him, missing all that he was, and all that he could have been.</p>
<h3>Why I wrote <em>Gifts from Shane – Grieving the loss of a child</em></h3>
<p>One of the important things I learned from the loss of my son was that people grieve in many different ways. Some withdraw; others drown their sorrows in drink, work, or drugs. Some engage in uncharacteristic behavior. Some turn to their faith or other forms of support. I chose to write, to put words on paper that would help me understand what happened, process the grief of losing a child, and share with others that – incredibly &#8211; there is something good in even the worst thing that can happen to a parent.</p>
<p>Author Thomas Wolfe called the loss of a child &#8220;that most terrible wound,&#8221; and it is that – a wound that never fully heals. You just learn to walk with it; to make it part of your past, your present, and your future. I also wanted people  to know Shane, <em>really</em> know him, what incredible insights he possessed; what intangible, remarkable gifts he left behind, and that he taught  me more than I could ever teach him.</p>
<h3>Winston Groom, author of Forrest Gump</h3>
<p>I wrote to Winston Groom, explaining there was a &#8220;real life Forrest Gump,&#8221; when I learned Groom was staying in Cashiers, NC, only about 60 miles from Asheville. In the letter of introduction, I asked if he would consider writing the  book&#8217;s foreword. Groom&#8217;s own book had led to the highly successful film <em>Forrest Gump</em>, which was one of Shane&#8217;s all-time favorite movies. In about two weeks, Groom’s secretary graciously called me and said that her employer would be happy to take a look at the manuscript. It was as simple as that: I asked; he answered. And once he read the manuscript, he said yes. In the foreword, he said &#8220;many parents find it therapeutic to write about the loss of a child; to somehow share their grief with others. But this is a story far deeper, and far more  profound. It is a tale of triumph and tragedy that at times elates; at times gives one chills.&#8221; I am eternally grateful to Winston Groom  for his time and interest in <em>Gifts From Shane</em>, and for his innate understanding of what the loss of a child does to a parent, and to all human beings.</p>
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