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Apr 13

April 13, 2020

Life in the Time of Coronavirus

I started writing this March 22, a week after we locked down in California. Neither the post nor the news has changed much with age. I don’t want to talk a lot about this pestilence swirling around the globe, but it’s hard to avoid as a topic. We’re all on lockdown, sheltering in place, in various places. Our youngest daughter caught the last flight from Melbourne on March 25, before the country locked its borders. At first I was sheltering…

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Dec 20

December 20, 2019

Austin Tracey

2020 Vision

My apologies for the long silence. When last I wrote here, we had moved to the country and my husband was seriously disabled by his back injuries; he retired and we left the busy East Bay for Wine Country-quiet. I have been working on several projects in that time, namely my historical novel about the Orphan Train mama who lost her children and set about getting them back. That novel is in revisions and needs another deep dive. (Not this…

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Sep 10

September 10, 2017

A Whole New World

It’s been a bit since I posted, mostly because my dear husband has had some health issues, which led to his early retirement, which led to us moving from the island of Alameda to the beautiful redwood forest of Sonoma County. He gets to enjoy baseball and all of his favorite sports programs as well as breathe in the fresh air and peaceful surroundings. I get to write on the deck outside, with sky and trees as my ceiling and…

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Jul 6

July 6, 2015

Do Not Disturb: Am Writing.

Don’t try and stop me. I have writing to do. I’m writing while I fold laundry and wash dishes. I’m writing while I sit by my husband’s bed awaiting his back surgery. I’m writing while I drive home late at night. I’m writing when I get up at 3 a.m. to let the cat in. Or out. I’m writing when it looks like I’m reading. Or spacing out. Or chopping vegetables. Because, for me, writing doesn’t look like writing until the…

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Jun 21

June 21, 2015

Fishing for stories

I spent Saturday digging through old newspapers to see what frolics my great-grandmother was up to as president of the Daughters of the Confederacy in Portland, Oregon, 100 years ago. Let’s just say there plenty of genteel hijinks that involved white women doing the Virginia Reel, reading nostalgic poetry in “slave dialect” and guest speakers telling “many clever darky stories.” Can you tell I died a little bit inside when I read that? I did a lot of family research…

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