Greenwich Pen Women, a branch of the National League of American Pen Women, is a non-profit organization of women artists, writers, and musicians. We offer mutual support and exchange of ideas to encourage and inspire excellence in original creative work.
HINT OF THE MONTH: October 2021
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“Take a pencil to write with on aeroplanes. Pens leak. But if the pencil breaks, you can't sharpen it on the plane, because you can't take knives with you. Therefore: take two pencils.” ~~ Margaret Atwood
Join Greenwich Pen Women and the Perrot Library for a presentation on Protecting your intellectual property by the general counsel of the Authors Guild, Cheryl L. Davis. Cheryl L. Davis is General Counsel of the Author's Guild, where she oversees the organization’s legal affairs, including its in-house corporate affairs, its government relations and policy initiatives, and its legal services program. In addition, she is responsible for developing a wide variety of the organization’s written positions, policies, statements, submissions to government agencies, and legal briefs, as well as participating in domestic and international public speaking engagements and conferences. She is a former partner at the firm of Menaker & Herrmann LLP, where her practice focused on counseling clients on intellectual property issues and litigating copyright and trademark cases. An award-winning playwright, she has long combined her creative passion with her legal work, by representing ...
My parents needed a break from the constant battling between my two younger brothers. Dad was so embarrassed by my brothers’ constant fighting that he runaround the house slamming windows shut. “Be quiet! The neighbors will hear you!” He tried to protect his reputation as model parent and church leader. Furthermore, he was the drum major in a bagpipe band that raised money for Shriners Hospitals for Children. He had to protect his image as a lover of children … even his own. However, one day the boys fought viciously on the front lawn. Dad was so mad that he ran outside and screamed, “I’m going to send you to two different reform schools!” His face turned red and I thought he’d have a stroke. Unwittingly, I added fuel to the fire. I ran outside and stuck up for my brothers. “If you send the boys away, you’ll have to send me, too!” I don’t know what made me think that Dad wouldn’t have been glad to get rid of all three of us, but he s...
September 11, 2001 dawned with a glorious royal blue sky without a single cloud to soften the brilliance. Typical of early fall in southern New England, the temperature was comfortably warm while the humidity level was low. A picture-perfect day. The addition of a slight breeze was enough to convince one that summer was hanging on and all was right with the world. "Twin Towers, New York" by Guillaume Cattiaux is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 School was back in session; it was the first full week of the new year ripe with the promise of new learning and new friends. As the School Psychologist assigned to two elementary schools in Greenwich, Cos Cob and New Lebanon, my job was to support the psychological well-being of close to 700 children between the ages of four and a half and twelve. I was working at ‘New Leb’ that morning, arranging my schedule, meeting new students, and comforting the few reticent 4 & 5-year old kindergarten children who missed...
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