Mary Lamphere
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As you probably know, I’ve been working on the sequel to A Stranger’s Child for almost two years now. It’s been slow going…a false start (that part will be book three), personal stuff, and the unexpected deaths of friends and family (2019 was a rough year) all contributed to slowing my momentum. Now, with this
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I find it very interesting the things that I miss. And so grateful for the things I did before I couldn’t. For instance, before COVID 19, I met with my writer friends every other Monday at Jessica’s in Roscoe. It’s NO surprise that I miss my writer friends! Our HUGS! Three hour booth-clogging conversations. The
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Honestly, of all the CDC and WHO recommended practices, the not touching my face is the hardest for me. I realize, I’m at home–without any new exposure–and I’ve washed my hands, repeatedly, probably even more than the rest of you because my dishwasher recently broke, so I CAN TOUCH MY FACE. But still, I’m trying
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In this time of isolated binding–housebound, carbound, cubiclebound, etc, you’ve got plenty of time to listen to great tunage. My last “social” event was The Unlikely Candidates concert at The Bluebird Theater in Denver. We really could not have had a better send off to quarantine. The bands played well–rocked the house. They were personable
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Just kidding. IT’S REAL LIFE! As a fiction author who has dabbled with post-apocalyptic and dystopian themes, I am both fascinated and freaked out. Which is fascinating in its own way. You just can’t do this kind of research from a distance. You can Google potential, you can imagine and expound based on limited personal



