Lana V Lynx
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Avid reader and occasional writer of satire and short fiction. For my own sanity and security, I write under a pen name. My books: Moscow Calling - 2017 and President & Psychiatrist
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7 Days of Grieving - 4
November 9, Saturday Today was easier because I didn’t see a lot of people. In the morning, I went to a great museum in a neighboring town. It’s a manor that was a part of the Underground Railroad that helped runaway southern slaves to get to Canada through Lake Erie. I’ll write a separate story about the place later, it is truly fascinating. The folks who run it are wonderful and dedicated to preserving the manor in its original beauty.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Journal
7 Days of Grieving - 3
November 8, Friday Today I finally woke up at 6 am, without waking up every hour during the night. The realization of the election loss is still jolting and sobering. But I'm trying to tell myself that the inauguration is still two months away and perhaps there's time to prepare myself for the inevitable bad governance.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Journal
7 Days of Grieving - 2
November 7, Thursday I wake up at 6 am with the heavy heart and realization that I'm not in a dream and Trump really won. I literally cannot catch my breath. I read a supportive message from my friend in New Zealand who I was venting to as the ballot count was unfolding. I quickly respond to her, but I'm still out of breath. The nightmare of another 4 years of him! In moments like that, I reach out to my ultimate example of female strength, endurance and loyalty.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Journal
7 Days of Grieving - 1
November 6, Wednesday My son's text woke me up at 5 pm: "Really tried to brace for this but I'm shocked still." "Did you stay up all night?" I ask, as I had been in and out of sleep the whole night and finally just dropped exhausted at around 3:30 am.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Journal
Election Haiku
"Nice shirt!" pollster said. "My hero," I say, found out. "Same," she winks at me. Author's note: I bought this blouse a year before RBG died. The company that made it doesn't sell them anymore. But I wear it to the events where I need to boost my confidence and subtly communicate my worldview. Most people think it's a simple leopard print. But those who notice, know. It's like a coded language.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
