When Wattpad decided to feature my novel King of Her Desire as an Editors’ Pick, I had a big decision to make.
The point of that very special honor is to see if your novel will receive enough “reads” to be considered for the “Paid Program,” which lets you make actual money. Or, even better, for the “Studios Program,” which could be your stepping stone to having your novel published and/or transformed into a film.
It was the latter program I first was approached about — I’m still stunned, as one of, if not the oldest of the Wattpad Stars…
I haven’t written anything on Medium for ages, simply because my usual “beat,” politics, has gotten so incredibly…well…aimless.
We’re rehashing recent and ancient history, retrying Trump and his smarmy cohorts ad nauseum— he’s probably not going to prison, okay? And he’s going to keep having rallies and all that — it doesn’t matter, though. NONE of the analysis currently being repeated and repeated and repeated on the Left side of the media, matters.
What does matter is this: almost half of our country wants some form of authoritarian “government.” For myriad really horrific reasons that they would never have dared…
Daft Punk just let us know that after 28 years they were “finis.” If you don’t know who they are, but especially if you do know who they are, I can only say that there are no words to describe them or what they meant to the music world, so I won’t try.
And anyway, a great jazz musician once said, “Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.”
And I agree. What you should do…is watch, listen and marvel. And then you’ll know why hearts all over the world kinda stopped a little bit when they posted that YouTube…
Okay. I confess.
I have five Amazon Echos. And a Dot that goes wherever I go, so I can listen to “nature sounds” or the news or podcasts or whatever I want to help me slip off to sleep.
I don’t like earbuds. And earbuds can’t wake me up to music or answer questions or call my daughter or order dinner or…
You get the idea.
I mean, Amazon sent me toilet paper even when nobody else had any. Or, actually, they’d been sending me toilet paper and other staples for years by subscription. So I had plenty on hand…
THIS…
Nah, wasn’t enough.
THIS…
Nah, wasn’t enough.
THIS…
Still not enough…
How about this?
Nah, not enough.
Ah, but THIS…
…got ’em to start resigning and hand wringing and wondering “How did THIS happen?” Couple of weeks before he’d be gone anyway.
This won’t take long. But I hope it makes you smile today.
I’m just feeling like maybe we all need to do something kinda…reckless, right now.
It’s time for us to have a few “mini-adventures.” I’m talkin’ tiny little rebellions — laughable stuff, nothin’ big and bold.
Cause, listen…we’re being asked not to travel at a time when we desperately need a big old family gathering and some group hugs. I’ve got a brand new granddaughter about to have her first Christmas — ask me how I feel about all that!
And I’ve been ridiculously good. Cause I’m old and…
Just a thought…
Somebody “recast” this scene with Trump babbling away about ballots as the wary woman at the other end eases down and off the bench and tiptoes away…
You’ve heard Trump compared to a toddler dozens of times before. But I swear to God, as a new grandmother, I’m declaring that Joe Biden is the best “G-Pa-In-Chief” we could’ve hoped for.
My daughter Thandi and I have always been close. But we’ve never been closer than we became after the birth of her daughter, Lumen, earlier this year.
The early months, when I flew out to lend a hand, were rougher than Thandi expected. She’s an only child herself. …
The Irish in Biden’s ancestral hometown of Ballina, did this:
And we…lost our damned minds:
I, myself, could not stop crying for hours. The waiting, the praying, the doubting, the false alarms all week…I was a nervous wreck. Like millions of us…
I was just so relieved!
As a Black woman in America, a mother and grandmother and the child of generations of proud Black people who loved America knowing she might never love us back, I’ve been alternately afraid and ashamed for the past four years.
I’m well aware of the issues we still face. I’m 68-friggin’-years-old…
I think it was Melania’s designer military uniform that told me I’d better get real. (What up wit dat, Alexander McQueen?)
I packed what I call a “go” bag and put all of my most important papers in a briefcase. And I’m spending election night with a couple of friends who, as members of the Sanctuary Movement, have been helping people seek asylum for decades.
They know why. And they don’t think I’m being the least bit overly dramatic.
Having ferried refugees to safety over the years, they know “the signs.” And though Trump is more a caricature of the…
Cynthia Dagnal-Myron
Award-winning former features reporter for the Chicago Sun Times and Arizona Daily Star, HuffPo contributor and author.
