At the age of 90, she has published her second novel. Both are available on Amazon and Kindle. She began writing when she was six. Her first rejection came from Liberty magazine in the 1930s. In the third grade. Mariam clearly stated her ambition. “I am going to travel and write.” A paper box became filled with rejections, but successes with small magazines kept the typewriter working late on many nights.
Writing was never forgotten but other callings beckoned. Marriage at 17 produced a son, two grandchildren, four great grandchildren, ages seven to twenty-seven and one precious great granddaughter. She lives in downtown Phoenix with family nearby.
Vocations just happened. She fibbed to get a job with TWA as teletype operator. She bounced Piper Cubs on both Indiana and Florida airports, finally earning a Private Pilot ticket. With second marriage to an Airport Operator for Crop Dusting, she had the ‘pleasure’ of flagging the strips in Texas cotton fields. A bookkeeping job in a Phoenix travel agency led to hand writing airline tickets (in the days before Sabre).
Travel became a Way of Life. Airline work allowed her to fly standby to countries around the world. With a backpack carrying only the
necessities she landed in the city of her choice and found a hostel or B&B with the bathroom down the hall.
Eventually age interfered. The time had come to return to the typewriter now metamorphosed into a computer.
Mariam loves her computer, loves the words that tell stories and found a new love with rocks. Her days now include sitting on the balcony in the morning turning pretty rocks, or some call them gemstones, into special necklaces.
And, as it has been for all of her life, the evenings are at the keyboard. She found Blogging and writes about Adventures in Life. The next book – “THERE’S NOTHING I CAN’T DO” – a biography of her son FRED (departed September 2016) is well underway. After that she will return to writing “TWENTY FOUR HOURS,” a tribute to Ed. Then maybe she will need to slow down.