Samara O'Shea

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I See You. I Hear You.

Sunday, 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

Friday, 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

Wednesday, 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)

Saturday, 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

Sunday, 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.

Cyrano for Hire

Tuesday, February 25th, 2020

Last September I put out a call for someone (anyone!) who has hired a letter writer (or asked a friend to write on his or her behalf) to speak about the experience. I reached out to former clients, friends and strangers on social media. Crickets. Then one blessed day, a former client got in touch and said he was willing to talk on the record. Thank you brave soul! Now you can listen to me, aforementioned client, and master podcast creator, Cathy Fitzgerald, talk about the profession of letter writing on Cyrano for Hire.

4 Days…

Monday, February 10th, 2020

…until Valentine’s Day. Pens and pencils out for letter writing, not just card signing! Don’t discriminate. I have enjoyed sending Valentines to friends as well as lovers over the years. If you’re staring at a blank page and need a primer, HuffPost Canada featured some of my letter writing tips last week. Enjoy the process.