I was about 10 years old when I dreamed up Rhoda Peters; the lyrical pen name for the books I was someday going to write. My fondest hope was to make Rhoda Peters famous throughout America and freedom-loving countries around the world.
I was born with the last name Flake, which is perfectly acceptable if you live in Snowflake, but when you leave northern Arizona, all bets are off. For example, while applying for jobs (trying to exude trustworthiness from every pore) the name “Flake” taken literally, can blow the whole interview. Peters, on the other hand is conventional and not emblazoned on cereal boxes.
Rhoda Peters has inhabited a special place inside me for quite some time now. She is still sophisticated and never trips; falling, skinning her knees and showing her underwear. She is still waiting to publish her first book, but since it would probably be a romance novel, I have decided not to write it for her. If I did, chances are she wouldn’t acknowledge me on book tours and would end up suing me for plagiarism. I’m better off leaving her locked up inside me, untried, but still full of potential.
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...Also, a lady with the fine name of Rhoda would never walk out of a gym bathroom stall with toilet paper hanging out of her pants.
So I'm not going to lie I have been waiting for the day when you would get a blog!!! And Holy Hannah today's the day.
Rhoda. Perfecto. Now Zoey will call you Grandma Rhoda.
Rhoda....can't say I've heard that name before! Love your new blog, can't wait to read your fabulous posts :o)
an alter-ego! i have one as well, for singing, and you know... stuff.
colette.
yup. i said it.
(although, i think flake is far, far above peters.)
If Rhoda Peters writes anything like the lady that wrote these first few posts, I am starting a FREE RHODA campaign! This is the voice I love Laraine. Your first post sounds like the introduction to a fabulous fictional character in a book that hasn't been written. These are the words that we all have come to love when listening to you speak. I love the blog, now use this voice to write the book that Rhoda will never write:)
When I think of Rhoda, I just see my sweet grandmother, Rhoda Ann. But she did have a sense of humor much like yours. She would write hilarious stories about the neighbors and then read them during socials at the school house in Drummond, Idaho. You always make me laugh! I "heart" your blog!
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