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Regret is such a short word…and yet it stretches on forever.” Renata Suzuki

I, like many, thought in 2016 that Hillary Clinton was certain to win. …


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You don’t need me to tell you that the situation in our country is dire. Covid-19 is sweeping through our homes and hospitals taking loved ones and leaving survivors struggling. …


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Photo by Loey Werking Wells

I once read that everyone believes they are the hero of their own story. Don’t believe me? Next time someone goes on about an encounter they had, listen to how they frame it. …


The feeling is grief, we are mourning the life we were living before…

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Beautiful Magnolias. Photo taken by Loey Werking Wells

Today my kid was supposed to be in NYC, celebrating her birthday with a few of her buddies. A dear friend was supposed to be heading to Hawaii to take her grandkids on a long-awaited vacation and we had been looking forward to showing my parents Washington DC at the end of the month. Another friend’s son is getting married in April, they’ve been planning the wedding for almost a year. And two close friends have kids who are graduating college in May or June, and for all we know, that’s on hold.

It can almost seem bearable to socially distance, to have life interrupted when there is nothing special planned. But when you have an event; whether as small as a dinner party with friends or as large as a wedding, you might have feelings ranging from slight disappointment to crushing sadness to see it canceled. …


In which I recommend a dozen post-apocalyptic/ pandemic books

March 19, 2020

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Ever since humans have known of a beginning, we’ve imagined the end. One of my favorite literary genres has been post-apocalyptic, not because I’m a sick puppy (okay, maybe I am to a degree) but because I’m fascinated with stories where we peel back every layer of society and see what ensues. …


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At one point last year, probably as a New Year’s Resolution, I announced that I would read 52 books in 2019 in an attempt to repair my broken brain, plus 52 seemed a neat number because I was turning that age and there were 52 weeks in a year! Ah, the promise of a new year. While I didn’t read 52, I didn’t totally fail. I reviewed a number on my blog, (and will link to those reviews) but honestly, some didn’t merit a review and there was one I forgot I read until this morning. …


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Picture by Loey Werking Wells

I love the holidays. I love the sight of a newly decorated Christmas tree, its branches bearing the history of holidays past, I love the smells of molasses and ginger cookies which I bake only at this time of the year, and I love the music which, in our house, I’m not allowed to play before October. But most of all I love the gifts. I love seeing packages wrapped in beautiful paper, tied up with bows, reflecting the twinkling lights of the season.

Before Martha Stewart was around to sew specially made wrapping paper and weave trim with tinsel, my mother was inspired to spend hours wrapping each gift under the tree so that it coordinated with matching ribbons and bows. Every year her theme would be different, and always more surprising than the last. One year the gifts that graced the living room were wrapped in an elegant toile paper–each tied with large black silk ribbons. Another year it was a retro-cosmic foil paper embossed with stars, that hid our gifts, blindingly bright under the tree. Perhaps the goal being that they shine enough to be a beacon for any wayward spaceship crashing into the atmosphere. But the most memorable year was the one where she spent hours gluing glitter onto Superhero print paper. Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman kapowed and bamed their way across the gifts, while the presents they jumped over sparkled under the tree, carefully outlined in glue and sprinkled with a heavy dose of silver, green and blue glitter which dropped to the floor and remained a permanent part of our living room décor. All of this from a woman who worked 60 hours a week managing her own clothing store which was overrun with holiday shoppers, while her three kids at home took for granted her handmade cookies, lavish display of gifts, and all that was her one-woman Christmas-time factory! …


Math makes me angry but these numbers are criminal.

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Youtube Lady Gaga at Stade de France 2012

I suck at math. Ask anyone who’s known me for more than a few days and they’ll universally agree, that I just don’t do numbers. Which is why it’s nearly impossible for me to wrap my head around anything like algebra, compound interest, angstroms and estimating crowd size.

What does this have to do with anything?

Last week there was a report that in the PAST year alone the United States has separated almost 70,000 children ranging from infants to teenagers, from their parents at the southern border. To get some context, I thought about the largest concert I’ve ever attended, which was Lady Gaga’s Born This Way tour at the Stade de France outside of Paris. …


And two ways to make it less so.

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makeameme.org

Is it just me, or have the non-stop memes, the incessant ads and the fact that I only see the same twenty people post (thanks algorithm) made Facebook — gasp — BORING?!? In an informal poll of three other friends, we’ve all come to the same conclusion. Mind you, I’m not one of those who have always derided Facebook. Back in 2008 I appreciated the opportunity to see what happened to my long-last classmates, loved the fact that I could share my outrage of the day, and welcomed the ability to chronicle my travels and kid’s antics.

But in the past couple years I’ve noticed a huge drop off not only in engagement with posts, but the variety of voices I’d once seen on Facebook. Have I unfollowed or been unfriended by that many? Perhaps. …


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photo credit: Loey Werking Wells

The 2020 Election is a few days shy of a year from now. If you’re super okay with Trump as president, McConnell as Senate Majority Leader, Barr as AG and a number of Republican down-ballot candidates winning , as well as some truly odious state ballot measures passing, do nothing more than vote. …

About

Loey Werking Wells

Freelance writer and author of screenplays, short stories and articles. I've traveled to over 40 countries and have a hard time passing up the local dessert.

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