Samara O'Shea

98 Days

July 28th, 2020

There are 98 days until the election. In 2016, I voted but I did not make phone calls, canvass or put myself out there. That is a mistake I will not make again. Here’s hoping optimism, unity and leadership (at least an attempt!) return to the White House. An excerpt from an article by Peter Wehner for The Atlantic:

“There were certainly ugly elements on the American right during the Reagan presidency, and Reagan himself was not without flaws. But as president, he set the tone, and the tone was optimism, courtliness and elegance, joie de vivre.

He has since been replaced by the crudest and cruelest man ever to be president. But not just that. One senses in Donald Trump no joy, no delight, no laughter. All the emotions that drive him are negative. There is something repugnant about Trump, yes, but there is also something quite sad about the man. He is a damaged soul.

In another time, in a different circumstance, there would perhaps be room to pity such a person. But for now, it is best for the pity to wait. There are other things to which to attend. The American public faces one great and morally urgent task above all others between now and November: to do everything in its power to remove from the presidency a self-pitying man who is shattering the nation and doesn’t even care.”

FOMO Sapiens

June 12th, 2020

A few years ago, my friend Patrick told me he was launching a podcast. I smiled and nodded with genuine interest but little understanding as to what it meant. These days, I understand. I’m an avid podcast listener and very proud of him. His podcast, FOMO Sapiens, has broad listenership and is now part of the Harvard Business Review network. He recently interviewed TOMS Shoes founder Blake Mycoskie. During their chat Blake discussed the importance of letter and journal writing (who knew?). Patrick invited me on toward the end of the episode to discuss those topics in further detail.

Listen to the episode here and check out Patrick’s second book Fear of Missing Out: Practical Decision Making in a World of Overwhelming Choice.

I See You. I Hear You.

May 31st, 2020

“To the rioters here in Atlanta and across the country: I see you, and I hear you. I know your pain, your rage, your sense of despair and hopelessness. Justice has, indeed, been denied for far too long. Rioting, looting, and burning is not the way. Organize. Demonstrate. Sit-in. Stand-up. Vote. Be constructive, not destructive. History has proven time and again that non-violent, peaceful protest is the way to achieve the justice and equality that we all deserve. Our work won’t be easy — nothing worth having ever is — but I strongly believe, as Dr. King once said, that while the arc of the moral universe is long, it bends toward justice.”

~ Congressman John Lewis

I Can’t Breath

May 29th, 2020

On December 3, 2014, I posted the below on FB when I found out there would be no indictment for the officer who put Eric Garner in a choke hold. Six years later and NOTHING has changed. Replace the words “selling loose cigarettes” with “forgery” and “Eric Garner” with “George Floyd” and you have hearts that are endlessly broken and a justice system in desperate need of repair.

“My heart hurts. Unlike the Michael Brown case, this incident was taped and unbearable to watch. There is no ambiguity here. The police officer killed a man for selling loose cigarettes. I feel so helpless right now. My thoughts are with Eric Garner’s family and our broken system.”

WAIT! I just saw that Derek Chauvin, the officer who suffocated George Floyd, has been taken into custody. No charges announced yet. Is it possible? Could it be? Justice, are you there?

My Husband’s Wayward Easter Poem

April 15th, 2020

Quarantined families fight through bad moods,
As this brutal lent season finally concludes.
Barred from work, school, and church,
Barred from normalcy throughout the earth.

Fair warning Sweet Jesus, risen from your tomb,
Stay away 6 feet, we shall worship on Zoom.
We rejoice your ascension adorned with palm wreath,
Yet alas, stay away, thine Original Zombie.

For your grace knows no bounds, it is us who you save,
But ‘tis both you and wild bats who emerge from your cave.
We adore you, wise king, from Cancun to Verdona,
Yet the crown on your head is elst dubbed a corona.

Pandemic (Poem)

March 28th, 2020

What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.

And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.

Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.

~ Lynn Ungar 3/11/20

Unrequited Love in the Time of Corona

March 15th, 2020

Looking for something to read during quarantine? My 3rd book, Loves Me…Not, went out of print a few years ago. Used copies have been available on Amazon but there’s been no Kindle version. Until now! I finally overcame chronic procrastination and used Amazon self-publishing. The digital book is back and available for immediate purchase and even more immediate delivery. No need to leave the house. Whether you choose to read or not to read, I am sending light and good vibes to you and your family during this strange time.