Judy Richter
Author and Blogger
Blog
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What a great word, encapsulating a personality “disorder” that I have been struggling to fathom my whole life. Starting with my vassalage at a private girls’ school in Shaker Heights, Ohio. On the surface, I was one of “them”—the entitled progeny of a wealthy, aristocratic family. Only problem was, my father, who had married into…
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Unbelievable. We just experienced a 7.7—yes, 7.7—earthquake yesterday in southern Costa Rica. Our house is just 383 km from the epicenter in Panama. Over 40 aftershocks have hit since it struck, and they issued a tsunami warning for the coastal area below us. When we bought our house, K, ever the icon of preparedness, was…
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Maybe I’m incredibly omniscient, or maybe they’ve been monitoring my every keystroke for awhile?! I recently blogged about how I was “working” with AI bots on WordPress to revise my author website, and how horrified I was to learn that they actually lied to me several times, admitting their own mendacities. Shocking, right? Well, I’m…
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Twenty-five years after the 9/11 terrorist attack on the US, most of the world reminisces about what that attack meant and how humanity reacted to it. A lot of mistakes have been made since then—like waging war on Iraq, for instance—but a lot of compassion and unity were also ignited as a byproduct of that…
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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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