Holidays Are Happy, Right? Kindness as Comfort for Grief

By Lizbeth Hartz | December 13, 2018 | 0 Comments

The chubby man’s mirrored goggles reflected sunlight as he skillfully performed an underwater flip in the Nuuanu YMCA pool, barely stirring the surface of the water at the east end of his swimming lane. His yellow fins and flaccid arms propelled him swiftly toward me. I hoped he’d be friendly. Swimming pool rules dictated you…

The Good News About Science; Outsmarting Fake News #WATWB

By Lizbeth Hartz | November 30, 2018 | 7 Comments

I came across a hopeful article in the New York Times saying that science can provide accurate news to counteract the fake news threatening to engulf us. Good news indeed! We are increasingly assaulted by “alternative truths.” Climate change is a myth, according to many, despite plentiful evidence to the contrary. The mass shootings in…

When Your Gut Tells You Something’s Wrong with a Coworker, Listen

By Lizbeth Hartz | November 10, 2018 | 0 Comments

The meanness of Jaku embarrassing his friend so readily, pricked me like a pin jabbed into my heart. Ouch! What kind of friendship allowed for this? Why did the two hang out? Was it a case of opposites attract? That pinprick was my first, faint inkling that something was wrong with Jaku, the man that…

A Glimmer of Hope in the Aftermath of Gun Violence #WATWB

By Lizbeth Hartz | October 26, 2018 | 6 Comments

Welcome to the 18th installment of the #WATWB (We are the World Blogfest.) We participants in the monthly posting (last Friday of the month) strive to link to an inspiring story that shows love, humanity, hope, and/or brotherhood. Our talented cohosts for this month are: Eric Lahti, Inderpreet Uppal, Shilpa Garg, Mary Giese and Roshan…

Paranormal Passions & Palm Readings

By Lizbeth Hartz | October 9, 2018 | 0 Comments

Saturday, October 20th, 10am – Noon Paranormal Passions & Palm Readings with Lizbeth Hartz Event Flyer: Download PDF Blaisdell Season’s Best Arts, Crafts & Gift Fair in Honolulu, Hawaii Cost: $3 General Admission, FREE Author Chat & Autographs, FREE Mini-Palm Reading w/purchase Come out and meet me at the Sisters & Misters in Crime booth in the Blaisdell…

How One Woman and Her Nonprofit Are Saving Our Forests #WATWB

By Lizbeth Hartz | September 28, 2018 | 2 Comments

We are the World Bloghop seeks to share uplifting, good news with the world on the final Friday of each month. Special thanks to our fabulous co-hosts for September: Eric Lahti, Inderpreet Uppal, Shilpa Garg, Sylvia Stein,and  Peter Nena. Searching for good news today to post for the We Are The World Blogpost (WATWB), I…

Grateful for the Kindness of Three Strangers

By Lizbeth Hartz | September 10, 2018 | 0 Comments

On time (for a change) this morning, I tried to head to my Tai Chi class. But my car battery was deader than one of the geckos my three cats chase in the back yard. My magnificent significant other, Barry, gave me a jump so I could drive to class. But we noticed something odd—my…

Speak, Love, Last – A Non-Fiction Short Story – Part 7

By Lizbeth Hartz | September 3, 2018 | 2 Comments

Winter turned into spring and my feelings for Vic blossomed like summer roses. I tried to keep them hidden but I couldn’t conceal what was happening inside of me. Something was thawing. The ice floes protecting my heart were melting in the sunlight of my desire. Anxiety picked at me. Maybe I wasn’t Vic’s type.…

Ingenious Way to Keep Dementia Patients Hydrated (#WATWB)

By Lizbeth Hartz | August 25, 2018 | 10 Comments

What with Hurricane Lane wreaking havoc on Hawai’i’s weather, I forgot today was the day to post good news for We Are the World Blogfest. So I was scanning good news and came across this one that’s near and dear to my heart, because I help look after a hundred something lady with dementia. It’s…

Speak, Love, Last – A Non-Fiction Short Story – Part 6

By Lizbeth Hartz | August 25, 2018 | 0 Comments

The pain of Vic blaming me for something I didn’t do hit me hard. I barely made it to the bathroom before my tears fell. After collecting myself, I hurried back to the alarm room. The relief fireman, my pal Danny, asked, “How come your eyes all bloodshot?” “I thought Vic…Vic was my friend,” I…

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