Personally, I don’t see how we can survive these days without the Land of Ish.
I mean, think about it. You’re due in a meeting at work at a certain time, say nine o’clock. You did everything you should have done to be there on time – got up early, out the door on time, filled your gas tank the night before.
What you didn’t do is inherit a magic wand to control all the elements of life. Things like a sick child. The traffic flow. The weather.
You arrive at your meeting at 9:16. The boss looks at her watch when you enter. She nods. You give her a thumbs up.
Why? Because you arrived at 9-ish!
Another scenario: It was all fun and games to talk about your age for the first thirty or so years of your life. Now, pushing forty (or fifty, or *horrors* sixty+), you wonder if the promotion you’re panting after will go to someone younger. What about a part in a play or a chance to sing or to give a speech?
Will the powers that be choose you over your younger counterparts?
You certainly don’t look or feel your age. In fact, you’re downright ridiculously youthful. Is it your fault the world lusts after youth and beauty? Of course not!
When it comes time to spill the beans about your age (providing no one knows already), will you 1) tell the truth right out, and the results be hanged, or 2) bestow upon the inquirer a glorious smile and a shrug and say, oh, 30-ish, or 40-ish, or . . . well, you get the picture.
It’s not a lie.
It’s the Land of Ish at your service!
Ish serves us in other ways, too. Chech out these remarks:
Don’t bother to go to that restaurant. It’s too cheap-ish.
My blind date was freak-ish.
I can’t join a group of such child-ish people.
My husband’s boy-ish smile gives me stomach flutters.
She wasn’t at all standoff-ish.
He got the job because he seemed the least amateur-ish.
Your kid was fever-ish this morning, too?
My new car is kind of blue-ish.
Whew! The Land of Ish is a busy place!
Ish is a descriptive suffix that:
- makes comrades of strangers,
- knits friends tighter, and
- gives all of us something to nod our heads about in agreement.
I’m not suggesting the Land of Ish should run for president or anything, but it might make a good senator.
After all, it’s not priggish, squeamish or mulish.
It’s simply stylish!
Hooray for the Land of Ish!
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Jodi Lea Stewart is the author of a contemporary trilogy set in the Navajo Nation and two historical adventure-mysteries. More are on the way!
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“Beyond the humor and entertaining antics of the main character, Biddy Woodson, BLACKBERRY ROAD has depth and meaning as it explores stirring universal themes that we expect in great literature” ~ D.B. Jackson, acclaimed Historical and Western author
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AN ADVENTURE-MYSTERY TRILOGY YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS! SILKI, THE GIRL OF MANY SCARVES trilogy has no age limits.
COMING IN SEPTEMBER:
THE ACCIDENTAL ROAD
A teen and her mother escaping an abusive husband tumble into the epicenter of crime peddlers invading Arizona and Nevada in the 1950s. Stranded hundreds of miles from their planned destination of Las Vegas, they land in a dusty town full of ghosts and tales, treachery and corruption. Avoiding disaster is tricky, especially as it leads Kat into a fevered quest for things as simple as home and trust. Danger lurks everywhere, leading her to wonder if she and her mother really did take The Accidental Road of life, or if it’s the exact right road to all they ever hoped for.
Jodi Lea Stewart was born in Texas to an “Okie” mom and a Texan dad. Her younger years were spent in Texas and Oklahoma; hence, she knows all about biscuits and gravy, blackberry picking, chiggers, and snipe hunting. At the age of eight, she moved to a large cattle ranch in the White Mountains of Arizona. Later, she left her studies at the University of Arizona in Tucson to move to San Francisco, where she learned about peace, love, and exactly what she DIDN’T want to do with her life. Since then, Jodi graduated summa cum laude with a BS in Business Management, raised three children, worked as an electro-mechanical drafter, penned humor columns for a college periodical, wrote regional Western articles, and served as managing editor of a Fortune 500 corporate newsletter. She currently resides in Arizona with her husband, her delightful 90+year-old mother, a crazy Standard poodle named Jazz, a rescue cat, and numerous gigantic, bossy houseplants.
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