Despite the fact that’s no longer spring, but late summer, Facebook Live and Zoom have flourished and bloomed, tapping deep roots as we social distance in COVID-culture.

 

The extent of COVID has broadened, deepened, and widened, causing new downturns in vaster segments of the economy and the brave people of this new world.… ...

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It was October 1, not Halloween. Witches and Goblins in flight were not the cause of our plight.

But the fighter jets and other military might of the USA had been on display all-day and thousands of attendees were attempting to depart into the renowned El Toro ‘Y’, already despised because two heavily-trafficked freeways joined into one.… ...

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We’ve all heard the phrase “It’s like herding cats.” Its referent is typically a group of squabbly women. What I’m about to relate is a 2020 version of that conundrum.

I attending a high-value writers conference in late February. I’d signed up in advance for personal interviews with two NY agents… and received requests for partials from both.… ...

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This is your introduction to Bad-Ass Amy, the walking-stalking protagonist of the separate-and-equal sequel of my award-winning book, The Winner’s Circle…

Amy’s entrance in Traverse City, site of Travis Castro’s bar, was not as quiet as she’d intended. The brakes of the truck, in which she’d hitchhiked, screeched and its exhaust belched to foul the air.… ...

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Her entrance was arresting… clandestine, in fact. She was fully dressed, head to toe, and wearing a parka worthy of Alaska.

A salt-and-pepper pageboy, not a hair out of place, topped off her image. She had a well-wrinkled face.

She looked left, then looked right, and then pulled one of the light-weight wicker chairs around the deck – of the indoor pool at the gym.… ...

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First world problems are mocked… until one becomes Personal to Thee or Me.

In early March, the early fright-filled days of COVID-19, our microwave lurched and stopped. Beaucoup chirpy clicks and beeps emerged from its space among the kitchen cabinets. My husband and I were in the midst of morning coffee sips, attempting to ‘come to’ at 7:00 a.m.,… ...

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This tale may not respond to the question posed, yet shares a true event.

It is also healthy and sweet. Happy endings rather than mystery and sad/bad ends are my preferred writing space.

It all began with a power wash of our stucco-sided home, followed by significant window washing post-three months of cluster-f*** construction that occurred within twelve feet of our home.… ...

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In April billygoats arrived and a famous song came to mind. High on the hill stood a lonely goatherd... The ensemble was hired by my suburban city to provide the ubiquitous fire break.

“Yodel-ayee-yodel-ayee-yodel-ay-hee-hoo!”

Everyone knew their purpose: to keep us safe from seasonal fire that might rage down on our homes from the undeveloped hill.… ...

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