Judy Richter
Author and Blogger
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Well, in a literal sense, I am broken. At least my meniscus is. Snapped right off and had to be sewn back together with the grace and expertise of an amazing sports orthopedic surgeon. No more pickleball for me—or for K—ever. Small price to pay, I guess. According to Dr. Kobayahsi, who happens to be…
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I’m not much of a dystopian cyberpunk kind of gal. I mean, I wrote my first screenplay on an IBM Selectric III, okay? Enough said about the old-school, ancestral customs of the paper-centric generation. I’m trying, though. When I look at resume creds online these days, it seems like almost everyone is a self-described “Digital…
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Cancer. A subject that most avoid like the plague unless it’s deeply personal and imminent. Karl and I have been knocking on wood for a decade now. Gracias a dios. He survived three rounds, and I survived one, all of which spanned almost fifteen years of emotional and physical purgatory. We were lucky enough to…
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Once upon a time, way back in the ‘50’s, there was a young, impressionable little girl who adored her father more than life itself. She was angelic in appearance, with golden curls and big blue eyes, and had a docile, obedient demeanor. Many of her parents’ friends often remarked about her resemblance to Shirley Temple,…
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Scrumble: that’s a scrum on top of a rumble. Which can be vicious, given the players and the location. There I was—diligently laboring over the absolutely perfect wording to enrapture a potential agent in a query letter—when all hell broke loose. Literally. Alone in my studio, and on property, it was up to me to…
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I learned an important lesson at a writer’s conference recently while consulting with a publisher’s editor. She looked at me with incredulous eyes and asked me why she should care about a rich woman whose husband stole half a million dollars from her. And here was the kicker: she couldn’t relate because she, the editor,…
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May Day, typically observed on May 1, is perhaps best known as a European festival with ancient origins that celebrates the beginning of summer. I was first introduced to these rites of summer at the private girls’ school I attended from sixth to twelfth grade, where our headmistress was admittedly a bit of an Anglophile. Much…
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Growing up in the Midwest, Easter Sunday was a one-day celebration full of hidden Easter baskets, chocolate bunnies and colored eggs made the day before. In the “good” ole days, we dipped hard-boiled eggs into water and vinegar that was splashed with a few drops of food coloring, then scooped the eggs out with one…
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Watching the memorial for Jesse Jackson yesterday inspired me to remember—and heed—his rousing words: KEEP HOPE ALIVE! When our country went to war with Iran a week ago, hope seemed like a light about to be extinguished, caught between battling factions mirroring their respective intolerances. This cannot end well. After spending my entire adult life…
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