On discussion boards, I’ve noticed three different reactions to the pandemic among writers: -I am way too anxious (and/or too  busy with children/grandchildren at home) to possibly get any writing done. -I’m writing, but I’m so distracted that it’s really tough. -I’m getting more writing done than usual because the rest of my life is…

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Lately, I’ve been thinking about how fortunate I am to be an older working writer. Sure, I’ve suffered from a little cabin fever. Presentations and writing conferences have been put on hold, as has my singing group, volunteer work as a comprehensive sexuality educator, and trips to my favorite hangouts—the library and my neighborhood bookstore.…

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My husband and I love working on our own original songs (He plays guitar and composes the music, and I sing and write the lyrics). Now that he’s retired, he’s become

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When the artistic director of the company I danced with for several seasons was displeased with how we were performing her choreography, she would scream at us across the studio,

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Okay, so I don’t have his millions—of dollars, of fans, of accolades. But the other day, when the great quarterback Peyton Manning made it official and tearfully announced his retirement after eighteen seasons, all I could think was, “I feel your pain.” The number eighteen is familiar to me. It’s the number of seasons I…

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