“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” Audrey Hepburn

Don’t follow the herd over the cliff.

I have been through the “Thomas Fires” scary, eerie, lurking with doom. As the thickened sky would not allow you to breath. Santa Barbara became a ghost like town, seldom a person was seen on the street, a white mask would be attached to their face. That was a gloomy mess. The media did not tell me so, the skies did.

Montecito Muds slides. No one was prepared for a mudslide to devastate homes, and steal lives. Again, the media buzz was where to go, what to do, offering endless help. The “Bucket Brigade” was shoulder to shoulder scooping mud with billionaires and celebrities. Not for notary, but because it was the right thing to do in our small town with a big heart. When our town was leveled so was social status, we were a sad brave team wanting to see our town healed.

Coronavirus, there it is, I said it. The big media hub, social media scuttlebutt. Is it better to throw one’s head into the sand or panic? Neither, really. No extra supplies at my house, we are just fine. That being said I always keep a well-stocked pantry, years of being a single mom I suppose.

I have had a flu bug this year that lasted three weeks, no fun. Will I stop hugging my friends, no. Will I get on a plane for overseas travel, to Asia, no. A positive balance for me is to keep it all in perspective.

The news for the most part feels alarming and panicky. For the most part I keep away from the news, my friends know this and inform me of important historic events. The coronavirus is an historic event in many ways. The media we have comes from all sources, including but not limited to those typing and posting. Those just like myself with thoughts, feelings, trepidation.

*The  numbers increase daily with social distancing, and stay at home orders that have become our normal for now. 

What I know for sure. People will reach out and help one another. Show me that on the news. One day this Coronavirus will drift into history. Hopefully with much less impact than the squawk box, predictors, experts, are calling for.

With any luck we can learn about love, and human kindness. Stay home more and focus on the family we have. Many things can collectively unite us and humans, lets turn fear into love. Love is much stronger and has powers beyond fear.


Meanwhile, if you have more home time…read a book, read my book! A cheeky story about love, dating, failing, winning.


My Mantra: “Date, love, go be you”



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Katie L Lindley

Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.

Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.

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