This cold NJ Spring could not be more beautiful. From close to the edge of a proverbial cliff, I heard the Supreme Court hearings this morning—a stream of legalese with precedents and tautology that followed circuitous routes as it flowed. Will it merge with the sea of protective Democracy? Or will it fail as it did for me?
I was pleased to receive Padaig O Tuama’s “like” regarding my explanation of an event that changed my entire outlook on life: The time my US Copyright for Starboard at Midnight was rendered worthless by New Chapter Press’s spit-in-your-eye, catastrophic, twisting theft of details and character in an unconscionable, even salacious plagiarism that insulted my publisher along with the men and their families it mistook and mis-portrayed.
Faith is the thing with diaphanous shadows that tickles the thing with feathers. But hope remains in spite of all.
Lynn Sanford 