This writer/editor just had her first COVID-19 injection. I highly recommend a GREAT experience!

Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

This just made sense for me! I live in a highly populated area. I’ve been in isolation, alone, for over a year. I’m also immune compromised. There was a catch, however … I have extreme allergies that cause anaphylactic shock, the one side effect of the vaccine that is so scary. I want to tell you that it was handled so kindly and professionally with understanding and LOVE! ūüíĖ

I didn’t have a reaction that day or afterwards. The discomfort is minimal, easier than a flu shot!

Be kind and loving to yourself and to our world. Even if you’re afraid of the vaccine –I certainly was!–do it for quality of life and those who love you.

I can’t say enough “Thank you’s!” to our brave medical staff, first-responders, and everyone who works in a public services profession. They have loved ones to protect too. Let’s help them by getting vaccinated as well.

All of you are my heroes!


When will it be a “post-pandemic”?

Not soon, it seems.

Masks are in our future; Dam it!

But better be safe than sorry.

The smart thing is the vaccine.

I know not everyone agrees.

Everyone has a right to their own opinion,

But I think we need all the help we can get!

Nothing is ever perfect and yet

I won’t go out without a fight.

I will not go meekly into the night.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

What Will This Day Bring?

Each day is a choice of what to do, what to address, what to second guess. Sometimes, we choose to do nothing at all. But our minds are always thinking, always “writing”, always planning. So, down time is never wasted. We’ve just had more down time, more alone time, than we’re used to having. Our ideas may have soared! Now, it’s time to implement them.

That’s where I come in and get you on-course for your next writing or business project. And, let’s face it, we all have to write, to create something, and share it! Otherwise, our thoughts and ideas never reach the people who need to know there’s a big, beautiful world out there to experience.

Questions are always free on my blog. Just leave a comment. It helps everyone who drops by for a short visit.

Have a blessed day. Let’s find a way to communicate in words. That’s my specialty. What is your creative expression outlet? I’m interested in sharing and caring.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens, Clasid Consultants Publishing

Our New Reality That Has Always Been … Our Reality

Today, I become all that I can be.
Today, I let myself see
That I need nothing nor no one
Because I am whole.
I am in touch with my soul,
And I am a self-made gal, one and done.

Right, wrong, or indifferent, I am what I am
And to be anything else is but loose letters on a wall.
Letters that don’t make words or sense or even rhyme.

I can’t control anything, not even time.
It flits; it flights; it fights, but it’s right.
It adds up; it speeds up; it slows down, jumps around.
The seconds of our lives, the minutes that form;
Then skip and whip around like there is no “norm”.

And, that is true! It took a Pandemic to show us
That there is no normal; there never was,
Just because that’s the way it is.

We can’t control our own destiny!
We can’t rewrite history!
We can’t dictate our own future!

We can’t expect to nurture
Ourselves, let alone somebody else.

You can only respect one’s self
And that’s enough.

–Deborah A. Bowman

There is hope for our world!


The Cambridge Writing Pad for Drawing from Yesteryear (note spiral binding).

So funny… Hilarious, in fact!

I’ve been looking for a legal-sized Cambridge Writing Pad forever, it seems. Writing by hand slows down the creative process so you can think, ponder, visualize in your imagination, before the screen goes dark.

Okay, so the new version doesn’t have spiral binding, but the spirals of metal just get all tangled up after a while anyway. But, they never break! A lot to be said for that.

So, I didn’t mind

Because they stood the test of time.

I still have all mine.

Research and quotes and notes and stuff.

All supposed to be novels, left in the rough.

Some rewritten, hopefully dated–NOT!

Yet, they weren’t left to rot.

Never finished, except one, I guess.

Snippets of inspiration left to rest.

Each one a mere skeleton, a brief look,

Maybe a book,

Into another world, a new universe

Of possibilities, fictional prose or poetic verse.

I can sit on the floor,

Spread them open around me,

Lift my eyes up and see

All the thoughts, plans, fears

Coming back to me from yesteryear.

Some are happy; some are sad.

Some have merit; some are bad!

These are all the thoughts that motivated me.

But, never fear; there is a punch line to my plea!

When I found the Cambridge tablet at the drugstore, I didn’t look inside of it. I mean, they used to be all the same, right? And, it was sealed, of course. Alas, upon opening the dark navy cover, there were no smooth cream or yellow gray-lined pages, only light-blue boxes covering the whole interior, front and back, in grid. I kid you not! Yet, I write in it anyway.

–Deborah A. Bowman, bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor

My Writer’s Life Story

My story is everyone’s poem.

My characters grow, evolve, roam

Just as we all do.

Emotions rising that finally flew

From the nest and took to the sky!

My story, my poem, my life is why…

I thrive and survive!

–Deborah A. Bowman

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Emotion in the Sky!



Classic writer Thomas Hardy and a vintage cottage…

cropped-image2.jpgHow quaint, lovely, and idyllic! The classic British writer, Thomas Hardy, was born here in 1840. The cottage itself had been built by his great-grandfather. Though educated as an architect/builder, writing was his passion. Humble roots and literary genius!

I love vintage houses and classic literature!

Deborah A. Bowman

The Woman … What does she seek? (Poetry and Watercolor)

What does she seek?

Her vision is intense and defined.

Is that stone wall rising before her eyes

Really there or only in her mind?

I can feel the pressure in her breast as she sighs.

The tree behind her has lost its leaves.

Stark weathered branches reaching to the sky.

Is that a symbol for whom she grieves?

Does she even know or wonder why?

The pine brings life into her reach,

But she is looking away from the greenery.

What is above her that she doth seek?

What turns her away from the luscious scenery?

Is it real or is it merely how she feels?

Grief … the consummate, ultimate thief.¬†

–Deborah A. Bowman



Times of the past that beckon towards the future… This was written in 2014. Is it still there? I intend to find out! We need our heritage to support us to go forward again!

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I’m much more of a word painting person than a photographer, but I took this picture of The Buttery Restaurant in Lewes, Delaware. It was recommended to me by a dear friend, and I am so grateful. All she gave me was the name of the restaurant and said that the food was wonderful.¬†By its name I was expecting a converted farmhouse attached to what was once a dairy or creamery. I was,¬†however,¬†pleasantly surprised by¬†what we found. The garden speaks for itself!

I was curious that on the website, the menu, the establishment itself  there was no history of this beautiful old mansion. From the proprietor I learned the following facts I would like to share, having asked and received permission.

Lewes is the oldest continuously inhabited city on the east coast. Who knew? This mansion was built by a Captain Morris in 1890 for his new bride. From the upstairs windows, I’m sure she could watch for his ship returning to her from afar. Almost a full block in size, she must have been lost and lonely while he was at sea. No one seems to know their story, but my author’s heart begs to create a love story of tragic proportions. Happily ever after seems not to be in the picture, but darkness does not dwell in this beautiful mansion, either.

I was told that the “Trapper” family owned the mansion for many years. Again, the history is vague, but the aura is¬†tranquil mystique with just a hint of sadness.

The mansion fell upon hard times and became a boarding house, a Tea-Room, and may have been left to deteriorate. This definitely creates sadness for such a vintage architectural marvel of American history.

The mansion was purchased and refurbished to its current stateliness in 1999. I could have gone to the real estate records, perhaps, for more information, but it would have overshadowed walking in the footsteps of the past.

I felt warmth in this house of mystery. If it is haunted, it is haunted with love!

Deborah A. Bowman, author

Second & Savannah, Lewes, DE 19958; (302) 645-7755 (written with permission). This was sent to the establishment to be used as they desired. I heard it had changed hands again. My search begins…


Strength Surfaces in Times of Unheaval. Be the Catalyst!

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Dare to be more each day!

Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. This has been just such a year for everyone on a global scale. We have to regroup and become the CATALYST!

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How do we go on? By believing in each other!

Dwelling on the past, however, has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is, and we all must accept it. Acceptance, though, is not in hiding from the past, but rather in learning from the past. That is how all of us, one at a time, can look to a greater tomorrow. One small act of kindness is the CATALYST!

Everyone was touched by the virus. We have all looked death in the eye and watched strong, remarkable people succumb to its ghastly demise: wives, husbands, lovers, family members, friends, co-workers, celebrities, world leaders, politicians, doctors, nurses, police officers, first responders, the military, the old, the young, children.

All races, ethnicities, countries, cities, towns, villages, etc., have been touched and reminded of our own humanity. It does no good to get caught up in statistics and numbers and what groups of people are more vulnerable than others because we have seen it change, augment, mutate, expand, decline, and then rise its ugly head again to devour another  statistic. So, find a drop of strength to become the CATALYST!

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No one is immune!

Whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! Live your life! But do so safely and responsibly, thinking not only of self or country, but of the entire planet which is home to all. We who remain must be strong enough to be the CATALYST!

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Love and respect our home.

These are the hardest words I have ever penned. I may not be much of a CATALYST, but I know my strength is in my writing. I choose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck and life! The same to all of you! 

Blessings and love to all the CATALYSTS out there whose STRENGTH and DETERMINATION will give every one of us a new tomorrow. I am writing to every soul upon this planet in memory of every soul we have loved and lost.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

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