Letting Life Lead
Considering all that is happening to day with Trump and the blatantly discriminatory ban on refugees and muslim immigrants in particular, it seems surreal to post about something so trivial on a day that should be about celebrating Chinese New Year, honoring Holocaust Memorial Day, and remembering the tragedy of the Challenger Shuttle in 1986. I can’t put into words my disgust over what is going on in Washington.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
by Emma Lazarus 1883
In other news…
I entered the NYCMidnight Short Story Fiction contest and I somberly share that news.
I think I will be okay.
I discovered that I might like writing Historical Fiction as long as it doesn’t have to be too accurate. Below is the prompt and synopsis.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Subject: Brink of War
Character: A Mediator
Lula Everly, notorious shrewd businesswoman, hotelier, and owner of the Plover and Piper brothels in Boontown, California, finds herself stymied by the ever restrictive vice laws spearheaded by the California Decency League. With WWI knocking on America’s doorstep, she takes advantage of loosening ideals during wartime to save her most lucrative business before everything she’s built falls to the status quo.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
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