A to Z Challenge 2020: E is for Email

When I look at my inbox on my Mail app on any particular day, I get from 5 – 50 unread emails depending on how long it has been since I last checked. You can tell how many are unread because next to the word “Inbox” is an oval with a number in bold print. That number represents the number of unread emails in your box. As you go through and read those emails, the number of unread mails listed decreases. 

Now I happen to be obsessed with keeping that unread mail number down to zero, therefore I read my emails frequently. My mail program also helps on my computer, as it sorts those emails into categories, like Storytelling, Family, Friends, Books, Writing, Language, Junk… well, you get the idea. This way when I get an email, it presorts itself into a category, so I can prioritize which ones seem important to read first. 

A lot of the emails that I get are from Storytelling listservs (storytelling groups I belong to). Since these emails usually are threaded discussions they can pile up every day and may also account for the large number of emails I get. 

Being obsessed as I am about reducing the number of emails that I have unread, makes it very frustrating when I see mail programs of friends and family with unread mail numbers in the thousands. “WILL YOU JUST MARK THEM ALL AS READ, IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO READ THEM!” I’m sorry, did I just say that out loud. It seems they don’t care how many unread emails there are. They only read the important ones.

Managing email is a lengthy process if you don’t keep up with it. There are the shopping ads from every site you happened to sign on to. The political ones and charity ones that you also happened to donate to. 

Then there are also the phishing ones and spam ones that you have no idea how you got on their list. One of my recent favorites was one from a bank that I have no account with and started with the words, Dear costumer,  They wanted me to click a link to verify my account information. Needless to say, I didn’t click.

Some suggestions and advice for those of you that doubt the veracity of an email. 

1) Never click on a link in an email, unless you can verify it is from a person you know. Usually, if they write something before the link that clearly shows they know you and are interacting with you, you might consider it. If it just a link, then don’t even think twice. 

2) If it is from an organization or company that you do know, again, don’t click on the link. Go on the web directly to their website and log on and see if the same message or issue is mentioned. 

3) Another thing to do is click on the email address in the From: field, usually the top line in the message. On my mail program, it has a little down arrow next to the name of the sender. Clicking on the down arrow shows the email address that it is being sent from, which may not be the same as the one in the From field. So if the From: field says Apple Computers, Inc. and you click on the arrow and what comes up is “gonnascrewyou@giveusyourmoney.com,  it’s probably a good guess that this is a phishing attempt. btw if you do get what looks like a phishing attempt from Apple (which has happened to me a number of times, telling me my account was frozen) forward that email to “reportphishing@apple.com” No explanation is needed. 

And lastly, 4) when you are asked to sign onto websites, instead of putting your actual email address, add a + sign and the website that your signing onto’s URL before the @ sign.  For example, if my email address was JohnDoe@msm.net, and you were registering on myfixit.com’s website, you would write that your email address was: JohnDoe+myfixit.com@msm.net. Any email that they then send you, will still come to you, however, if they share the email with other companies, that email you wrote down will also come to you with the + sign will show up in the To: field of those emails. It’s a good way to discover if a company is sharing your email address elsewhere. You should know that some sites do not accept that kind of email address as legitimate, so you are left with using your actual one. The other problem with doing it this way is that you have to remember the email you put down when you sign into their site the next time.

As an alternative to that last suggestion, you can try and click on the do not share this information with partner companies, which are on most registration forms. Or you can create a new email address that you only use for companies and products that you register or just create one that is only given to friends and family.

As we proceed into the future email will become a way of the past. It has for the most part already and has been replaced by texting. Who knows what method of written communication will be next on the horizon. I’m personally looking forward to thought clouds. You want to communicate in writing to a friend, all you have to do is think about what you want to say and it immediately forms in cloud writing in front of the person you’re sending it to. Since they will be wearing the specially coded glasses that can read messages from you, only they can see it. To the rest of us, they are just clouds in the sky. That would be cool. And no unread mails. If you don’t want to read it, just blow it away. 

 

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A to Z Challenge 2029: D is for Definitely Daffy

D is for Definitely Daffy

Donald degrades displeased departments, daily, demonstrating disinformation directly during disasters.

Donna doesn’t demand directions but depends on disingenuous documents to determine definitive decisions delegated during downtime.

Donna’s dependent daughter dabbles daily with danger to debilitate and destroy directors demonstrating dark designs.

Dylan declares defeat due to disabilities destined to destroy and depress dubious donors. 

Dutiful directors diligently dominate doubtful dodgers demanding, the delinquents donate dollars directly, denying deep debt during domestic discord.

D doctrine defies doing dynamic debates designed to disguise dialogue, definitely deferring to droll drama.

 

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A to Z Challenge 2020: C is for Courageous

I’ve often explained to students I teach, that when I write stories, a lot of my characters are based on real people I know. After one such lesson, one boy came up to me and asked if I could write about him. So I did.

 is for Courageous

Conor’s stature is small but his heart is so large.

That when there is trouble, he wants to take charge.

He must try to remember all the things he’s been taught.

He knows what he’s doing; there is only one thought.

 

To do all he can and to show what he’s learned.

He will try to help out despite those concerned. 

It’s their trust and respect, the hard work he puts in,

As he tries to make peace and eventually win.

 

It takes courage, he knows and he shows that he’s strong.

As he questions and comments and rights what is wrong.

To show he is caring, to set the world straight.

To protect those he helps, which makes him feel great. 

 

Courageous and caring and a friend, well, that’s Conor.

He’s the one that you turn to, he’s the one you should honor.

Be his friend, share your thoughts; let your stories unfold

He’ll be there when you need him, till you’re both very old.

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A to Z Challenge 2020: B is for Birthday

It was Barry’s birthday. He was turning 13. He was ready for all the new things he would be allowed to do. But first, there was the birthday party that he knew was coming. His parents tried to hide it from him, but he knew they had something planned. Thirteen is a big milestone. His friends were good at keeping secrets too, so no one let slip a word that there was going to a surprise party. But Barry knew. What else could it be?

It was late in the day, the sun had set, and the street lights had just turned on as he headed home from his friend’s house. As he reached his doorway he could see his house was brightly lit from the inside. He put his key in the lock to get into the house and all of a sudden his house blackened. Every light went off.

“This is it”, he thought, “time to pretend I’m surprised.”

He opened the door and… nothing happened. There was not a sound; there was no movement; there was no one there at all. All he could see was a large illuminated box sitting in the middle of his living room. On examination, he noticed a card taped to the box. It read, “Happy Birthday, Barry.  Enjoy your present. All you need to do is open this box and build.” It was signed, “Love, Us”

Barry was very confused. Where was everyone? What was in the box? He hoped it wasn’t some furniture from IKEA. He never was successful in putting those things together. And who did “Us” include, family, friends, strangers? There was only one way to find out. He opened the box. 

Inside the box were 6 pieces of wood and a door. Four of the pieces slotted together to form the frame for the door. The other two pieces slotted into the bottom of the frame to make it stand up. There was no way to connect the door to the frame, but it looked like it fit perfectly. He lifted the door and put it into place, wondering how he was going to attach it… when there was a flash of light and the door attached itself. 

That was interesting, but he still couldn’t figure out what was the big deal in assembling a door. That was until he opened the door. 

He assumed that he was going to see the other side of the room. What he saw was a field of luminescent green grass. In the distance, he could see a forest. Not being the shy type, Barry stepped through the doorway to examine what was there. As soon as he stepped through, the door closed and disappeared. He was now in the middle of the field. 

 

to be continued in F is for Follow

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A to Z Challenge 2020: A is for Awesome

 

Alex was amazing. She knew that she had the power to make change; it just took her time to figure out how. She was 10 years old, with a face that radiated kindness and a demeanor that exuded confidence and serenity. She wasn’t the most popular girl in her class but was accepted by all. This was her last year in elementary school and the community had been talking about closing the school, the following year. She had been thinking about the district’s problem ever since she started fifth grade.

Being good at research and math, she combed through newspaper articles about the school closing. She studied the population demographics and trends of families living there. She found similar data on neighboring districts. 

She interviewed adults who had grown up in the town and had gone to her school.  She even found information about historical events that happened at the school and because of the school. 

Alex also looked into funding sources. She found Federal grant proposals and community resources that could increase the funding to keep the school open. 

She arranged to meet with members of the school’s parent organization, where she shared all of the information that she had found. And went door to door with her parents to get a petition signed to keep the school open.

It was the last day of April and she knew that she had only one day left to submit her proposal to the town council and school board. So she put posters up all over town reminding everyone of the council and board meeting. 

The members of both the board and the council were not prepared for what happened when the meeting started. There was not enough room to accommodate the 3,000+ people that wanted to get in.  They promised to reschedule the meeting for a larger venue. The people would not leave until the council and board allowed Alex to present her plan. The only people allowed in with her at the council meeting were the president of the PTA and Alex’s parents. 

It was quite clear from Alex’s presentation that she knew her stuff. The information shared was both impressive and compelling. When word of the follow-up meeting with the community was scheduled. The council was more than overwhelmed by the turnout which was twice as large as the original group. The council had no arguments that could counteract the points made by Alex at the meeting. The decision was made to not close the school as planned and to seriously consider Alex’s plan going forward. 

The headlines in the newspaper the next day read, “AWESOME ALEX SAVES SCHOOL.”

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Home, Home, Here I Stay

The theme for this writing prompt was “Home”. So I wrote this song.

Home, Home, Here I’ll Stay
(sung to the tune: Home on the Range)
by Harvey Heilbrun 3/23/2020

I work on my own
When I stay here at home
When I’m not, I am out in a crowd
Telling stories to teach
All the students I reach
And share writings
That I do, out loud.

Chorus
Home, home every day
Where I’m told that is
where I must stay.
I will try to keep fit
Though I’ll probably sit
And pray soon it will all go away.

Just before it began,
I could shop with a plan
For the things
that we needed like meat.
Then the panic struck in
Now the stock is so thin
There is not much to find we can eat.

Chorus

Now we’re all stuck at home
Though outside we can roam.
But make sure
should we happen to meet
Not a hand should we take
We must bow and not shake
Social distance is at least six feet

Chorus

You must do what they say
Wash hands twelve times a day
Or more if you touch anything.
Paper products are nil
Hoarders emptied the till
So there’s nothing left, but for to sing.

Chorus

Where you once were alone
In the place that you own
Now they’re people there
all day and night.
Let us all say a prayer
As they get in your hair
That our world soon will fix itself right.

Chorus

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2020 A to Z Blogging Challenge

2020 A to Z Blogging Challenge Reveal

AtoZ Challenge Theme Reveal 2020

This is my 5th year doing the A to Z Blogging Challenge. In the past, I’ve done “Life Changes, Life’s Choices”, What ifs?, Attitudes and Gratitudes, and Whiplash (a collection of random thoughts). This year I plan to expand my repertoire. The theme will be very simple, the writing, probably more diverse.

When I think of the term, “A to Z”, what comes to my mind is an alphabet book. Something that denotes something that begins with each letter of the alphabet, in a dictionary, usually accompanied by a picture connected to it. So that’s what I’m going to do. I have enlisted the aid of some students that teach to give me adjectives and nouns that begin with each letter of the alphabet and ideas that Google Images provide. 

In Google Images, I will type in, for example, “A is for” and see what images pop up. From amongst those images and the words my students have shared I will write. 

You may see memoir pieces, a poem or two, or a fictional piece. Some letters will stand on their own and others might be connected to other letters in the Challenge that create a combined piece of writing. Don’t worry, those serialized stories will have links in them so that you don’t miss any of the action. 

So sit back and enjoy the world from A to Z. Whether it be Awesome Alex the Activist, a talking Fox, or an out of this world surprise birthday party, you are sure to find something that strikes your fancy. 

See you on April 1st.

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The Game

The Game

I was serious. I was going to play in that game at all costs. I trained for days, for weeks, for months, well, maybe a month. It didn’t matter that I was 53 years old. Hadn’t I played ice hockey before in college? Granted, I wasn’t the best player on the team, back then, and I hadn’t played a game in over 30 years, but I could be ready for the alumni game when it came around in three weeks. So I practiced, though not on ice. I would have done much better, had I done so. 

Other teachers and kids watched me every day at the school gym. I would stretch and run wind sprints. Unfortunately, I was still the same kind of athlete I was back in college. Workouts then entailed doing as much exercise as possible until I was winded. That usually lasted about 10 minutes. Now, after I was done with warmups, I played floor hockey. I wanted to practice the move the pros used that I’d seen on TV. Someone would pass me the puck and I would take a slapshot as the puck was still moving. I thought I got pretty good at it. And I was good at playmaking and scoring too. It probably helped that the people I played against were young 10 and 11-year-old school kids at the schoolI was a teacher at. I helped run the afterschool hockey program. 

As it got closer to the date of the alumni game, I decided it was probably a good idea to put on my ice skates and do some skating at the local ice rink. I could have gone more often, and probably should have gone more often, but skating around and around just didn’t do anything for me. I liked playing the game, which unfortunately was not permitted at the figure skating rink. I also didn’t have anyone to skate with. 

The only equipment that I had from my playing days, other than my skates and stick, were my hockey gloves. You can’t play ice hockey without protective equipment. I learned that the hard way when I was 15 and didn’t know you were supposed to wear elbow guards. Ice is hard when you land on it elbow first. Lucky for me, the school secretary’s son played hockey and was about my size. He let me borrow his equipment for the alumni weekend. 

The day of the game finally arrived. I was one of two alumni that were from the original, Stony Brook Patriots 1970’s team that played in the alumni game. The other player, Al, was a doctor who said he had been active for a long time and was in good shape. He looked it. As we were warming up on the ice before the start of the game, I tried to show off my skills. It was clear to me that these other alumni knew a lot more about playing hockey and had more skills than I did. My practiced slap shot on a moving puck would have made the blooper reel, as I missed it completely and fell down trying to take the shot during warmups. It’s a lot harder than it looks when you’re on skates. I decided not to try it in the game. 

I should have remembered that when I played for Stony Brook we were a club, meaning anyone that wanted to play could. In fact, I was named assistant captain the first year because I was one of the few players that could skate backward; clearly a skill needed to qualify for an assistant captainship. The other alumni players in this alumni game were members of Stony Brook ice hockey “teams”. They had to make the teams that they had been on. Hence, much more skilled both individually and as a team.

I did manage to survive the whole game, unlike Al who left partway through with a hamstring injury. I didn’t get any points, though I almost had an opportunity to score. I also didn’t get any penalties, which was good for me. I would have to say that I did okay. I did what I set out to do, play in the game. 

I haven’t skated since that game. I’ve often wondered how good I could have become and would have been had I continued to play hockey all those post-college years. I guess I’ll never know. 

Stony Brook Patriots 1970 Stony Brook Alumni Game – 2004
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Brothers

Brothers

The three of them were unique. Each had their own personality and individual quirk, but they were family. Growing up, they did everything together. 

Tyler, the oldest, was the impulsive one. Given a task to do, he jumped right into it, not thinking about the consequences of his actions. He was the fool that rushed in. And when he did make a mistake or lost his way, he was just as likely to do the same thing again and continue on his misguided way. 

Then there was Bryan, the middle child, he ended up being the most protective of his brothers. He was the overly concerned one. Not only about his brothers, but also himself. He was the worrier, the pessimist. He was the one that washed his hands almost on an hourly basis. He was sure he was going to catch some dreadful disease from everyone. He never took risks.

The youngest was Will. Will had a piece of both his brothers. He was cautious in his actions and decisions at times, yet given the opportunity to take a risk he was just as likely to attempt it and let fate determine the outcome.  The difference with Will, was when he did make a mistake or lost his way, he took the time needed to reflect on what he had done and made changes the next time the opportunity occurred. 

But as I said before, the brothers did things together, which made for interesting interactions when decisions had to be made. 

This becomes an important part of their journey, when marriage to the king’s daughter, Dora, and inheritance of the kingdom are promised to the one who finds the “Jade of Knowledge”, whatever that is, and brings it to the king. It seems that many eligible single men in the kingdom had tried and failed. It was time for the brothers, Tyler, Bryan and Will, to take on the quest. 

To see what happens check out: Dora and the Jade of Knowledge: https://tinyurl.com/s54rk2o

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Voice

Voice

A writer’s voice is shared through pen and paper, or by fingers to screen. Voice can take many forms. It can relay a variety of emotions such as the sadness of losing a friend, the euphoria of success in an endeavor, the pride of a goal reached, the flush of blossoming love. Voice can be yours or someone else’s. It can recall history, exemplify the present and predict the future. It can share what’s real and what’s imagined. Voice is a powerful tool. 

Through writing, I share my many voices. What drives my writing is my imagination and memories. Though I write for myself, I enjoy sharing the thoughts that I have with others. I enjoy opening a part of me so others understand the person I am. A goal I have is to someday share my writing voice in publication. To that end, I participate in a number of writing groups; I’ve created a blog online where I post all my writing; and I share on social media, in the hopes of getting a broader readership and be noticed. 

I have another “voice”. It’s the more obvious one, my physical voice. Through that, I tell stories and sing songs. My story voice can do all the same things as my written voice. Using it takes more practice. And finding an audience is more difficult. What makes my oral voice more powerful, to me, is that when performing I get immediate feedback from my listeners. I get to see the faces and reactions of those listening to my words and even get verbal feedback as audiences participate in my tellings and talk to me afterward. I can adapt my voice to those reactions increasing its power. Alas, I don’t get to do that very often. There are limited opportunities to share my oral voice.As I said, I write for myself, so getting other people to hear my written voice is a bonus rather than a necessity. However, you can’t storytell without an audience. It doesn’t have to be a group of listeners; you only need one other being. But there must be someone who hears your story. I have had some of my audio storytelling picked up by Story podcasts and I have also posted some videos of me singing and telling stories on Youtube. I do participate in online virtual storytelling meetings, where my voice is shared with others as well as in a local storytelling group monthly. Getting hired to perform and finding those others requires a lot of work. 

When asked for this writing piece to write about what thoughts have been going on in my head, I looked back at my “Last Thoughts” notebook* and saw that “voice” was high on the frequency list. The recent reason is that I feel that I’m losing my physical voice. There are days when I can hear my voice being hoarse, though I don’t feel any different and not everyone notices. My doctor and ENT are treating it as acid reflux. Whether or not the medications are working vary from day-to-day. The concern is for my storytelling/singing voice. It’s one thing to speak in a monotone and another to tell with the power of your telling voice. The same goes for singing. My writing voice works without the oral part, someone else can always read my writing. Telling, however, needs a flexible voice, an emotional voice, a loud, soft, and musical voice to reach my listeners.  So it’s been on my mind.

I’m not too concerned yet, but it is not out of thought. I still have a voice. It speaks to others through my writing and through my songs and stories. It shares with the world the person I was, the one I am, and the one I hope to be. It’s evolving as I tell and write more often; as I create my worlds of reality and fantasy, all the wonders created from my imagination, of the adventures I partake in and my characters live in. It shares with you – me.  It is after all…my “voice”.  

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