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58 - CAPE GAZETTE, Friday, March 11 - March 14, 2005 CAPE 'LIFE A uniqu,: ', blend of readers, writers gather By Bridin Reynolds Hughes The sorrow in her heart was not aiaparent as Maribeth Fischer led more than 100 participants through the first Writers at the Beach Conference March 4-5. However, on her slight, ,frail shoulders, Fischer carried a bur- den silently throughout the event, a remarkably successful confer- ence designed to bring together a unique blend of readers and writ- ers at Ruddertowne in Dewey Beach. It was only when the final chair was folded, the coffee pots were emptied and the last writers departed that Fischer finally hung her blonde head a bit low and whispered out loud, "He died." Fisher was speaking of her nephew, Sam, a seven-year-old boy who endured Mitochondrial disease throughout his tragically brief life. His family served as the inspiration for the conference: "Writers at the Beach: Pure Sea Glass." All net proceeds of the event will be contributed to the United Mitochondrial Disease Foundation that works towards a cure for the debilitating disorder that saps vital metabolism. Sam's face and spirit permeated the conference. Posters with his endearing glance and innocent smile shined down on the atten- dees as they bustled from work- shops, readings and plenty of trips through Booksandcoffee. Thoughts of his body suffering through muscle spasms, dim vision and more than 40 intra- venous shots a day are brought The first Writers at the Beach Conference attracted more than 100 participants and dozens of nationally recognized writers. Held March 4-5 at Ruddertowne in Dewey Beach, the event was also a fundraiser in the battle against the perplexing mitochondrial disease. Each of the authors waived the stan- dard speaking fees to aid the cause. All net proceeds of the event will be donated to the United Mitochondrial Disease Foundation in honor of Zachary Juhlmann and in memory of home by his sweet and forthright observations in his inspirational book, "Sam I Am." Filled with primary colors and simple speech appropriate to a kindergartner, the book drills home the message "Never Give Up." Sam writes, "Inside of my SpongeBob backpack are a lot of little machines called IV pumps. IV pumps are machines that give me my medicine. You might hear Brldin Reynolds Hughes photos Sam Juhlmann. The Juhlmann brothers are nephews to Rehoboth Beach Writers' Guild founder Maribeth Fischer. Volunteers were integral to the success of the conference. Shown above at the closing reception at Crabbers Cove are (l-r) Billy E. Taylor, Stewart Vining, Sean Russell, Ann Colwell, Debby Creasy, Samantha Buford, Barbara Buford, Seth Buford, Marriot Nielson, Mary Beth Fischer and John Fischer. my pumps make soft sounds like 'Rrrrrrr'. Sometimes they make louder noises like 'beep-beep'." His heart-wrenching stories are enough to assure the impressive block of recognized writers involved that they were right to waive their speaking fees to con- tribute to the United Mitochondrial Disease Foundation. Continued on page 60 A woman's wardrobe is never far from her mind Right about now, one out of three women are looking in the mirror, closing in on their face and saying to themselves, "Dear God, I really hate my clothes and I real- ly, really, really, hate pumping my own gas." Women go through these bio- rhythms where they open the clos- et door and let out a scream as if they are a grizzly bear and have been speared through the butt with a tranquilizer dart. With the month of March comes those up and down temperatures, where it's 60 degrees one day, so you shed the coat and then it will be down to 30 degrees the next day and you have to drive around wearing one glove and one boot. By the end of February nothing in your wardrobe has a matching pair. , , This doe not help women who are insecure with their taste in AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz clothes to begin with, especially after the Oscars, where mutant strains of DNA that have existed on a water soluble diet in a Petri dish for the 'last three months parade down a red carpet dis- guised as movie stars in backless dresses. Take out your favorite televi- sion shOw, "NYPD Blue," which ended last week, throw in a couple of days of puffy ankles and you have a real recipe for "Everything I Own is Black" syndrome. You see, a women's wardrobe is never far from her mind. It's easi- er in the summer when people are more easily distracted by this enormous yellow blinding light coming from the sky called the sun!! I know you haven't seen it in awhile, but trust me it's out there. You can be at a funeral and the eulogy will be just starting, with family and friends sobbing to the left and to the right and a woman will be thinking, "Did I wear this tmtleneck yesterday? Is that why that guy is staring at me? What if he saw me in this and now he thinks I just live out of the ham- per. I knew it was a mistake to come here today. I've got to get out of here!" We can't help it. No matter how hard we try, the repulsive idea that we always look the same keeps creeping into our, well what's left of our minds. Fortunately, most people are sympathetic to the hor- rific look on your face, assuming grief takes many forms and will simply excuse you with a pat on the back. Men do not have this problem. They come from a different view- point about clothes. If they open their closet and every single piece of clothing is the same color, they look upon it as if they had just won the Lotto. Ergo, they do not have to make any choice; every- thing is the same. Who can keep track of all that stuff about plaids and stripes? The only stripes that interest a guy are those on a refer- ee uniform. Of course, the clothes are the same; they've held onto those pants since college, even if it meant walking around like a stuffed sausage. In fact, the older the clothing, the more of a status symbol. Guys think of clothesas if they are some kind of rare beer that gets better the longer it's been on the shelf in some out of the way bar with a dead cactus in the window. Well, there has to be some way to resolve this discrepancy. Men obviously are not going to change, their attitude or their underwear for that matter. So ladies it's up to you to accept your role as "Women in Black" and get over it. People are so used to Seeing me in black they just naturally assume I come from a small village in Tuscany.