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New Year, New Look, New Focus
Happy New Year! After two years (I know, I know) of not posting anything, I’m back. At least I intend to be back. What have I been doing in the meantime? Well, I’ve been working on my historical novel. After 18 months and with lots of help and support from an excellent book coach, I … Continue reading New Year, New Look, New Focus Read more
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Vaccination Privilege
Yesterday I registered through my county’s vaccination coordination platform. I’m not eligible to be vaccinated yet. At age 61 I’m still too young. But I was feeling helpless and frustrated as, one by one, my older friends and acquaintances started texting about the joys of getting their vaccination appointment, or posting photos on Facebook and … Continue reading Vaccination Privilege Read more
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I Wimped Out….But I Won’t Next Time
Yesterday I went to get my hair cut and colored. COVID has receded enough to allow hair salons in my county to open again, but with strict restrictions. One client at a time, physical distancing, masks and temperature checks and disinfection protocols between each customer. So, my stylist was in the last stage of applying … Continue reading I Wimped Out….But I Won’t Next Time Read more
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Watching the Neighbors
My neighbor carefully paints the edge of her car’s trunk with white out because the too-small-to-notice scratch interrupts her well-manicured desire for perfection Another neighbor tosses water balloons across the spring lawn to her daughter because the beaches are closed and they yearn to feel the surprise of water splashing on skin My elderly neighbor … Continue reading Watching the Neighbors Read more
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My Constitutional Celebration
This morning, for the first time in more than a decade, I had to appear for Superior Court jury duty. The last time I was summoned I got to call a juror hotline the day before to see if I was needed, and I wasn’t. This time, there was no call in option–I had to … Continue reading My Constitutional Celebration Read more
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“When Home Is the Mouth of a Shark”
Now that the White House has announced its plans to cap the number of refugees allowed to enter the United States at 18,000, the lowest number in almost 40 years, we need to stop and reflect on what causes people to become refugees in the first place. Why do they leave everything behind except what … Continue reading “When Home Is the Mouth of a Shark” Read more
Cathy Standiford 