A Writer’s Cry for Comfort
Fingers to keyboard can help when we crave a temporary surrender to the pain and loss devouring our insides.

For me, recent days capped volcanoes of feeling terrified. Brain and body aching all over.
Many in our world suspected this current state of affairs from the beginning, and not too many years ago.
Hopelessly, during some of these days I struggle to find peace and meaning. Instead, I watch myself feign blindness, pull a woolen hood over my face, roll my eyes and pretend it is/can/will be business as usual.
We all have the ability to convince ourselves that any negative thinking is no more than science fiction, walking-dead kind of shell game nightmares.
Not so, my darlings.
In many ways, I tremble in horror wondering whether we have reached the point of no return.
How can we stop pushing back and protesting when the murder, maiming, incarceration, intimidation, rape, minimization, persecution, dehumanization of our fellow brothers and sisters, only intensifies. Never to stop until the sitting in office demons, dictators and harbingers of doom finally destroy humans, soil and core.
You do know don’t you, without a cloaking device, our aged oppressors stand less than three feet tall. Weighing maybe a total of 28 pounds each in their true alien-like carcases. We only need to find the power source and disconnect the robust mirrors shrouding their crickety bodies and minds.
Have we reached the junction where nothing we do daily has meaning other than Survival? What about righting all the massive Wrongs?
This horrible virus forced us to try and make hay while the sun refused to shine. We still struggle with that, knowing nothing has changed. We wonder if getting out of bed eating, writing, living activities, matter anymore.
Lately, we watch as evil kills body and spirit in good, solid people and we say: What should I do tomorrow? Work on that story I spent a few hours writing which now feels trivial? Even if I thought it was good, I was skirting the issue blaring down on us all. Tearing humanity apart limb from limb. Saying to us: You silly humans, what is more important than the injustices laid bare before you?
What exactly do we do tomorrow and next days? Knowing that the power brokers’ primary desire is for things to get worse. Their malevolent wish for irreversible demolition.
If we cannot get rid of these destroyers now ruling our society, are we sentenced to shrivel-up and die?
Are we not stronger than THAT?
Suzanne V. Tanner writes all sorts of stuff whenever time permits. Her reinvent your life consulting business vies for much of her time. She also provides services in Side Gig advisory and does contract work on customer retention strategies. Vee finds it challenging to keep her: nose out of a book, hands off of the latest recipe she is testing in the kitchen, feet unglued to some bicycle pedals. This abstention rarely succeeds because her partner-in-crime/love-of-her-life guy is playing the same tune side by side. If you’d like to be in email touch: [email protected]






