The 8-year-old in me, that is.

I can’t remember the last time I felt that happy and free. Photo by Joe Caione on Unsplash

I saw this image in someone’s piece somewhere in some publication (God knows it’s been used enough) and I just cried. Not boo-hoo falling out. The painful kind of cry. The feel-it-in-your-heart-as-the-tears-flow kinda cry.

And then I cried some more.

I’m not a crier by nature. Not anymore, anyway. I was when I was younger. As a kid. I remember being called a crybaby when I was eight. Crystal Littleton*. We were in the restroom and she asked me why I was such a crybaby; that all I ever did was cry. …

It’s been real. Peace out.

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Lemme tell you about Michael. After so many years, I had finally had enough. He went to work one morning, and I acted like nothing was going on. AOKAY here. Peachy keen. I watched from the window as his car drove off and then,

I packed my shit and rolled out.

Little did he know is that I had been planning this for weeks, including one middle of the night recon on the apartment complex I had just signed a lease with. Keys in hand, I went back to the rental office the next day and told them to cancel the contract. I’m not living anywhere that…

You’re being screwed by writers and publishers

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A true story of diva writers and the publishers that cave.

Once upon a time there was a princess. Only no one would recognize her title or give her the proper respect, let alone common everyday courtesy. She toiled and labored and toiled and labored without so much as a thanks.

On a rare occasion, she would have to tell someone no, or to make some simple changes to their work. And then it would happen.

The earth would shake. The skies would darken. Thunder. Lightening. Hail. Locusts. Toads. Famine. Earthquakes…

This is the visual I get when I have…

And my sister has written our father off, so tag, I’m it.

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I had been feeling like crud for a while now. This is no secret. I have asthma and live in a climate where it’s in the 90s, high humidity, with a heat index on the low 100s. And I could stand to drop 30 lbs. So, I wrote off the difficulty breathing as asthma. It finally got to where a couple of times these “attacks” left me rattled.

Recently I had taken GT (aka dear old dad) to get his new glasses adjusted. While he was inside, I was hanging out the car door, gasping and wheezing. I couldn’t catch…

And you don’t even realize it.

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Recently I wrote a piece about citations, attributions, sources, and references. You can read it here.

Citations are required everywhere starting in junior high school, through high school, into college, and if you’re going to be a writer, then throughout your writing career. From Writing

  • Attribution refers to the act of citation–i.e., the act of identifying the original source for a summary, paraphrase, or quote.
  • Citation refers to a reference to textual research. Synonyms include cite, citation, quote, quotation.

So, when you are asked to attribute a quote, editors and publishers are asking for a link to your source…

The song that is as old as time itself.

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The title Bullying and Bad Conditions: The Reality For New Workers (written by Jacqueline Eager) caught my eye. I’ve worked in retail off and on my entire life. Let’s face it. When it’s tough to find a job, you can always find one in retail or food service to tide you over and until your next career move comes into play.

The abuse of service workers has been going on for what seems like forever. I know growing up in the 70s it was, in the area I grew up in, like Mayberry. Everyone treated employees of which ever establishment…

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Happy Friday, Everyone!

But here’s where I say, I told you so.

I said that once several states started opening up and allowing everyone to roam at will like nothing ever happened, the COVID numbers would blow up.

Looks like I was right.

And I didn’t even have to use my psychic skills to predict this one. (Yes, I’m psychic.) It’s common sense, which I know, I know, isn’t all that common anymore.

I said all the state officials wanted to make that summer-time tourist money. Be damned the consequences. Just like spring break in Miami this year. From the Palm Beach Post article written by Chris Persaud:

Post-spring break COVID cases

Terry L. Cooper

Editor for 8 publications and counting. Writer for 12ish. Write in many genres. eBooks on Amazon in 6 languages.

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